Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 348: Escape Route

Leaving the Repair Hall, Su Ming didn't hurry back to Formation Peak. Instead, he turned a corner and came to a stop beneath a secluded covered bridge.

He took out that wooden box from his chest and gently opened it.

The lid opened, but no brilliant treasure light spilled forth. Only a cold, metallic scent rushed to meet him.

On the black velvet lining, thirty-six steel needles were neatly arranged.

The needles were as thin as ox hair, their entire bodies showing a dark bluish-green hue that spoke of being tempered a thousand times. On the tail of each needle, within an extremely tiny space, was carved an ancient, simple character: "Repair."

These needles had no spiritual energy fluctuations; they were not magical implements.

But Su Ming could tell at a glance that this was "hundred-fold refined steel" repeatedly folded and forged, stripped of all impurities, relying purely on physical hardness and sharpness to achieve the pinnacle of lethal weaponry.

"This thing is quite interesting." Lin Yu's voice sounded in his Consciousness Sea. "No spiritual energy attached, divine sense can hardly sweep them. If paired with your 'Dripping Water Force' or magnetic control, they'd be an absolute master at ambushing people. These rough fellows have surprisingly delicate minds."

Su Ming extended his index finger, his fingertip gently brushing over that row of cold needle points.

To polish these thirty-six steel needles, who knew how many days and nights were spent, how many good pieces of steel were wasted. This was the Repair Hall brothers' most unadorned way of wanting to protect him, their "leader who had flown up the branch."They knew that as Su Ming climbed higher, the dangers he faced grew greater. They couldn't help much, so they could only offer this hidden weapon for his sleeve.

"Master."

Su Ming closed the wooden box, storing it close to his body. He felt that trace of coolness seeping through his clothes, yet his heart was filled with warmth.

"What?"

"This place will always be my retreat."

Su Ming looked towards the distant, continuous cloud-wreathed mountains, saying softly, "As long as the Repair Hall remains, I am not alone. If one day I fall from above, at least there is still a place where I can peacefully repair a table or mend a formation plate."

a good thing." Lin Yu

Su Ming nodded.

back at that little courtyard full of worldly life, then turned and walked towards Formation Peak, shrouded in

footsteps were a bit lighter than when he

...

needles and a heart full

the two "shishu," Qingfeng and Mingyue. Last time they returned, he had only seen them briefly; it was time to pay them a

he descended towards the Purple

Bamboo Sea,

different from Gazing Star Cliff. If the wind at Gazing Star Cliff was a blunt knife grinding against rock, then the wind of Purple Bamboo Sea was silk brushing across zither strings. Bamboo leaves rubbing together produced a fine, rustling sound,

a small path covered

a verdant bamboo stalk blocking the path

view suddenly

covered in unknown wildflowers. In the center of the yard, a spiritual spring bubbled with hot vapor, the water striking green stones and producing a pleasant, tinkling sound. Beside the spring, a few orchid plants were in full bloom, their

a delicate and rare spiritual plant cultivation, most fond of

Qingfeng was scratching his head in frustration over a Go board,

even look up, speaking irritably to the Go board. "Come quick, help me look. Am I completely dead in

seeing it was Su Ming, a smile appearing on her plain, clean face. "Su

"Shishu Qingfeng, Shishu Mingyue." In private settings, he still maintained the etiquette of a

into his rattan chair, waving a hand. "Hearing it makes us sound old. Let's each go by our own measure. You're a true disciple now

maintained respect. This seniority wasn't just about rules; the care

enough. In private, what need for so many

the stone table and sitting down. He took out two black clay jars sealed with mud from

Thud.

dull sound made the stone

Qingfeng leaned over, sniffed, his eyes instantly brightening. "What a sharp smell! Is this Northern

the cold miasma that enters their bodies, cultivators there brew wine with deep pool cold water, then fiercely burn it with earth fire. This wine goes down the throat like swallowing a knife, but in the belly, it's like swallowing a ball of fire. When I was at Iron Wall Pass, the old soldiers craved this