Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 364: Memory Torrent

"Hey."

The old woman let out a low, night-owl-like chuckle from her throat, her voice hoarse and grating, "Arrived right on time."

She raised a shriveled hand like a chicken claw and pointed at the bronze mirror.

"If this is a true-disciple heart-test, then save the empty formalities."

"Stand before the mirror."

Su Ming straightened, his gaze calmly sweeping across that bronze mirror.

The mirror still showed only chaos, nothing visible, but he could feel that deep within that chaos, an eye seemed to be slowly opening.

"Pupil obeys."

Su Ming stepped forward.

With each step he silently repeated that phrase in his heart.Nine parts true, one part false.

He stopped in front of the mirror.

In that instant, the previously dim bronze mirror suddenly erupted with a blinding violet light, instantly enveloping Su Ming!

Su Ming felt his Consciousness Sea explode with a thunderous roar, as if someone had forcefully torn a wound open, countless fragments of past memories surging up uncontrollably.

The wind and snow of the Great Xing, the mud on the exile road, the blaze that killed his parents…

And that ring, shimmering faintly in the bird's nest.

It's coming.

.......

that had been flowing moments ago had

trapped in amber. The surrounding wind stopped, even the fine dust in the air hung motionless; the entire world seemed to have been paused, only the "Reverse

writhed violently like boiling mercury, and what it reflected was no longer fragmented images but a turbid, viscous, roiling

river was Su

that moment, time in that river was forcibly

— like vultures circling over a corpse — fixed on the mirror. Her dry wooden staff hovered before her, and the gem at its

where your roots truly

across the deathly silent platform, producing a

the

clouds; the lone

merely foam to be swept aside. Her aim was clear — to bypass all seemingly normal "effects" and strike directly at the

stream of light

on

face swallowed by shadow; a ghastly

face of young Su Ming, with Zhao Rui trembling beside him. It was the instinctive terror and despair

wall… Wailing

the terrifying

collapse like Zhao Rui; instead he forced himself calm

a ghost and does not lose his nerve, that

mind, and her dry wooden staff

Hum!

memory. She wanted to see clearly what Su Ming had relied on to break

increased spiritual pressure, the image in the mirror began to distort subtly, as if trying

at his chest — exactly where

after, the youth's face showed a flicker of pain and confusion, as if slipping into a brief faint or nightmare. When he opened his eyes again, there was a clarity in them that did not belong there before, and a fragmentary, obscure mnemonic

Aura Concealment Art.

Su Ming's body shuddered violently, his teeth grinding