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."

Ming revered this "nonsense" as gospel. Under the pressure of life and death, combined with his own arithmetic talent, he stubbornly derived his own, unorthodox

the images, after countless failures, the young Su Ming finally succeeded in carving his first crooked, yet functional Spirit Gathering rune. At that moment, the wild joy and tears on

"Self-taught? Sudden enlightenment?"

scene, her brows gradually furrowing into

loop

prodigiously talented youth, receiving a bit of fragmented guidance, forced by the will to survive, chewed

This was plausible.

old woman was deeply

was like she was peeling an onion, layer after layer. Although each layer fit perfectly, she always felt that at the core

Especially that ring.

it remained like a silent backdrop, occasionally flickering, but always blurry, passive, and powerless. This excessive "low

words and a

a furious

in dreams? Sudden enlightenment under life-and-death pressure? This kind of

blazed brilliantly. The withered wooden walking stick no longer pointed at the mirror surface but was raised high and brought

*Thud—!*

Heart-Questioning Platform

cluster that had enveloped Su Ming, no longer flowing gently, suddenly collapsed inward and solidified, transforming into a massive purple

threads swimming in the river of memory were violently yanked out from the mirror surface. They tangled and fused in the air, instantly converging into a substantial purple beam as thick as a

superficial memory scenes, it adopted a brute-force, unreasonable stance, viciously stabbing toward the deepest part

fundamental link connecting Su Ming's soul to the

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

was a direct soul-searching

souls, turning them into an idiot, or

This old hag has

humor, instantly changed, becoming urgent and sharp.

"Master..."

time to cry out these two words in his