Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 358: Only Three People

The leading group consisted of only three people. At the forefront was an old man with hair as white as snow, his face ancient and simple, carrying a massive bronze sword case on his back. Merely standing there, the air within three feet of him seemed to be shredded into pieces by invisible blades, and even the drifting Soul Fireflies would automatically split in two when they approached him.

"Green Nether Sword Sect, Mountain-Severing Sword Venerable," Qin Yi explained to Su Ming.

Behind Mountain-Severing, two young swordsmen had eyes sharp as lightning, sweeping over the Cloud Hidden Sect disciples below. Their gazes carried undisguised scrutiny and a hint of concealed arrogance.

The other group was a middle-aged, beautiful woman dressed in a flowing cloud, wide-sleeved array robe, holding a jade ruyi scepter. Her bearing was dignified and graceful. Her gaze fell upon the Torch Platform and the entire valley's grand formation, her eyes flashing with brilliant light. Her fingers quickly performed calculations within her sleeve, as if silently deducing the mysteries of this formation.

"Mysterious Mechanism Sect, Mysterious Array Real Person. An expert at playing with formations. Be careful your True Seal fluctuations aren't detected by her."

The final group was a plump, round-faced man with a beaming smile, looking like a wealthy gentleman from the mortal world. However, those small eyes of his shone with a sharp light, focused more on observing the equipment and the vigor of the young Cloud Hidden Sect disciples.

"Myriad Treasures Pavilion, Manager Jin. That man is an abacus turned spirit. Probably estimating how much more supplies the Cloud Hidden Sect will need to buy after this battle is over."

Su Ming's gaze brushed over these people briefly before settling on the end of the elder line.

There, the usually drowsy-looking old man guarding the Transmission Pavilion had also made a rare appearance today.

Su Ming felt a sense of reassurance in his heart.The memorial ceremony entered its final phase. The entire assembly fell into silent mourning.

This should have been the most solemn and dignified moment, yet an abrupt voice shattered the silence.

"Reporting to the Sect Leader and esteemed Seniors!"

From the line of True Disciples of the Heavenly Sword Peak, a burly young man suddenly stepped forward. His voice was infused with spiritual energy, causing the surrounding mist to churn.

"With the heroic souls before us, this disciple's heart aches and his head pounds! We, the disciples of Cloud Hidden, should take this as encouragement, temper our cultivation, and with the swords in our hands, slay all the evil demons of the world to avenge this blood feud!"

These words were impassioned and stirring, causing many hot-blooded disciples to nod frequently.

His voice rose higher, each word like a nail hammered into the ground: "I hope all fellow disciples will strive together and not stray onto the wrong path!"

flutter, as

Shuang, standing in front of him,

her sword, nor did she speak. She simply took a half-step forward with

*Crack—*

of freezing

radius on the black Soul-Calming Jade stone ground, a

wasn't ordinary ice, but "Ice Soul" containing

the air plummeted, and even the dancing Soul Fireflies were frozen mid-air. The Heavenly Sword Peak disciples nearby instantly turned pale, their protective

of it, felt a terrifying chill surge from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head, as if an ice sword was pressed against his throat. The

Shuang slowly raised her eyes to look at

yet colder than

uttered only two

"Clamor."

spoken lightly and casually, yet they struck like a heavy hammer on a drum, causing Wang Gang's face

erupt in his eyes. He couldn't help but murmur in admiration, "What

eyebrow slightly, giving a meaningful, half-smiling glance towards the Cloud Hidden Sect

fell into another

beads of cold sweat seeping from his forehead. He never expected that Ling Shuang, who

"Enough."

Miao's calm voice

looked at the unfaded frost beneath Ling Shuang's feet. He slowly spoke, "When mourning heroic souls, sincerity of

"Wang Gang, step back."

was flat, carrying no trace of

on his cheeks. He gritted his teeth, bowed, and saluted,

back into the line. Behind his

turned to the observation platform and gave a slight nod. "Apologies for the unsightly scene, fellow Daoists. Young people's temperaments are not yet settled

the disciple beside her, "The Cloud Hidden Sect's interior is not a monolithic block either. That female sword cultivator from Formation Peak is formidable. As for that young disciple who was targeted... is that Su Ming? His aura is deep and steady, his expression unchanged even if Mount Tai collapsed before

Ming kept his head bowed and eyes lowered, as if in mourning. In reality, he was operating the Like Water Art within his body at full capacity, elevating his spiritual

and provocation hidden behind Wang Gang's words; he "saw" the varied expressions on the faces of the disciples from the other peaks around him; and

like a blade, lingering precisely over his Dantian for a full three breaths. And that Mysterious Array Real Person, her spiritual sense was as fine as a spider's web, attempting to analyze the nearly undetectable