Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 365: You Only Have One Chance to Lie

In the images, the young Su Ming displayed astonishing talent in arithmetic class, proposing the "method of investigating things through examination." Later, when he came into contact with formation plates, those intricate patterns seemed to possess a unique life in his eyes. He was always able to deconstruct and reconstruct them from an extremely tricky, even counter-intuitive angle.

These fragments, even under the old woman's critical gaze, were shockingly brilliant.

This was absolutely not something a wandering cultivator who had merely obtained a few fragmented mnemonics could accomplish. It displayed an extremely mature, systematic logical thinking, even... carrying a sense of "strangeness" that felt unfamiliar to Cui Yan.

It was a kind of "deconstructive" thinking, detached from this cultivation world, calm to the point of being almost cold.

"If no one taught him this, this old woman will eat this walking stick."

The cold glint in the old woman's eyes intensified, the purple threads frantically churning, attempting to find the shadow of that "instructor" within these scenes.

Su Ming's second layer of defense quietly activated at this moment.

"Master, she's taken the bait as expected," Su Ming silently recited in his heart. Though his face was as pale as paper, deep within his soul was an icy clarity.

"Then let her see some 'real substance'," Lin Yu's voice was steady. "Remember, the difference between a true genius and a fake one lies in whether they can 'make their story consistent.' You must make her believe you are a monster forged under pressure."

Su Ming actively guided the flow of memory.The mirror surface rippled, and the scene changed.

It was countless late nights.

The young Su Ming huddled alone in a corner of the woodshed, using the moonlight seeping through the window cracks, staring intently at a basic, cracked formation plate he had salvaged from the scrap pile.

His eyes were bloodshot, his fingers blistered from excessive force. He tried again and again, failing repeatedly. Spiritual energy backlash wracked his body with pain, making him convulse. But he was like a tireless madman, getting up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and continuing to draw, continuing to calculate.

Occasionally, fragmented dream sequences flashed through the images.

These were some hazy light and shadow projections from the residual "consciousness" within the Xuantian ring when Su Ming was utterly exhausted. Those projections contained some seemingly profound, yet ultimately hollow "ultimate truths of formations"—nonsense specifically fabricated by Lin Yu, conforming to the style of ancient formation cultivators of this world, yet having no practical use.

Such as "Formations are born of heaven, defiance begets malevolence," or "Spirit undergoes nine transformations, each transformation a new heaven."

with his own arithmetic talent, he stubbornly derived his

the images, after countless failures, the young Su Ming finally succeeded in carving his first crooked, yet functional Spirit Gathering

"Self-taught? Sudden enlightenment?"

this scene, her brows gradually furrowing into a deep

logical loop

receiving a bit of fragmented guidance, forced by the will to survive, chewed up, swallowed, and stubbornly digested that fragmented knowledge into something

This was plausible.

old woman was deeply

each layer fit perfectly, she always felt that

Especially that ring.

images, it remained like a silent backdrop, occasionally flickering, but always blurry, passive, and powerless. This excessive "low profile" only deepened the suspicion in Cui Yan's

words and a pleasing

suddenly let out a furious roar, her patience completely

in dreams? Sudden enlightenment under life-and-death pressure? This kind of child's trick, and you

light in her aged eyes blazed brilliantly. The withered wooden walking stick no longer pointed at the mirror surface but was raised high

*Thud—!*

entire Heart-Questioning Platform

enveloped Su Ming, no longer flowing gently, suddenly collapsed

yanked out from the mirror surface. They tangled and fused in the air, instantly converging into a substantial purple beam as thick

that made souls tremble. Disregarding those superficial memory scenes, it adopted a brute-force, unreasonable stance, viciously stabbing toward the deepest part of Su Ming's soul

the sole, fundamental link connecting Su Ming's soul to the

refuse to tell the truth, then this old woman will see for herself what

direct soul-searching

turning them into

hag has gone

of humor, instantly changed, becoming urgent and sharp. "Su

"Master..."

had time to cry out these two