Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 351: Becoming Xuanheng's Apprentice

The hour of Chen had not yet arrived, but the white jade plaza before the Star Pivot Hall was already gilded with a layer of pale gold by the morning light.

Su Ming stood outside the hall's entrance, his head slightly bowed, straightening the sleeves of his robe that already had no wrinkles. He took a deep breath, circulating the Like Water Art, silently smoothing away the slight heart palpitations caused by his impending meeting with the sect's top brass.

"Heart rate seventy-two, breathing steady, divine sense perfectly restrained." Lin Yu's voice sounded in the Consciousness Sea, tinged with a hint of teasing, "Not bad, you've really figured out how to wear this 'honest and simple' skin. Remember, once inside, look less and listen more. This is the brain of Formation Peak, surveillance cameras everywhere... oh wait, I mean recording formations."

Su Ming silently acknowledged in his heart. As the heavy sound of the hall doors slowly opening echoed, he stepped across that high threshold.

With that single step, it felt as if he had entered a river of stars.

The Star Pivot Hall had no dome; looking up revealed a simulated, vast celestial sphere. Countless starry phantoms slowly revolved according to some profound trajectory. In the center of the great hall was a waterfall of spiritual energy cascading down from the void.

That wasn't water, but countless densely packed, rapidly flowing runes.

They fell from high above, disassembling, reassembling, and evolving mid-air, ultimately converging into the Formation Hub core beneath the ground. Each flicker represented one precise calculation of the mountain-protecting grand formation.

Su Ming only glanced at it and immediately felt dizzy, his soul in the Consciousness Sea involuntarily wanting to follow the rhythm of those runes.

"Don't stare at it. That's something only Golden Core realm cultivators and above can look at," Lin Yu promptly spoke up to stop him.Su Ming immediately withdrew his gaze, focusing his eyes on his nose, his nose on his heart, and quickly walked towards the front section of the hall.

Three figures were already waiting there.

"Hey! Su Ming!"

The first to break the solemn atmosphere was naturally Luo Feng. Although this newly promoted Third Senior Brother was wearing formal True Disciple robes today, he couldn't hide his inherently lively and energetic aura. He darted over to Su Ming in a few steps, his smile as bright as a child who had just gotten a new toy, raising his hand to pat Su Ming's shoulder.

"Wait, no, from today we have to change how I address you. Little Junior Brother! Finally got you here!"

to bow in greeting when his shoulder

waiting for Su Ming to reply, he directly grabbed his sleeve and pulled him inward, "Come on, come on, hurry up and meet everyone. Our Formation Peak lineage is sparse; usually, it's hard to even gather enough

standing with her hands clasped behind her back on the

a nominal position

Su Ming looked up.

straight and upright as a pine tree. Her snow-white robes, purer than snow, were untouched by dust, and she carried an ancient sheathed sword on her back. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, yet cold as a piece of ten-thousand-year-old profound ice that would

felt as if an invisible sword aura had locked onto

intent, but a pure,

what kind of formation master is this? The sword energy inside this girl is practically bursting her meridians. She's a

dissolving that piercing sharpness. He respectfully performed a Daoist bow, his

flicker of surprise passed through

disrupted, even if

"Mmm."

gave a slight nod, her voice clear and crisp like

counted as an

Senior Sister cultivates the 'Sword Path.' She has to count every word she speaks," Luo Feng chuckled, then pointed to the

short, practical martial attire, his sleeves rolled up to reveal sturdy forearms. He carried a faint, unique scent mixed of

Qin Yi, whom he had met

glint in his eyes, "Junior Brother Su, I said back then at the cold pool, just from watching your formation-laying technique, I knew you were no ordinary talent. Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, you and I would become fellow

me too much," Su Ming said modestly, "If not for Senior

composition of your master's disciples... is a bit

"One's an ice mountain sword immortal who only knows how to slash, one's a zookeeper who hangs out with demon beasts all day, plus a formation-obsessed tech nerd... This old man Xuanheng has quite eclectic tastes in accepting disciples. No wonder he recruited you, a maintenance and repair guy. Is he trying to complete the

corner of his mouth, maintaining his

waterfall in the center of

originally rapidly flowing spiritual light became gentle, and a