Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 373: Exchanging Earth Vein Spirit Milk

Three days later.

The morning mist over Gazing Star Cliff had yet to dissipate when Su Ming walked out of his cave dwelling.

After three days of regulating his breath, although his complexion was still somewhat pale and the circulation of spiritual energy within his body remained slightly sluggish, his movements were no longer hindered.

He had changed into a brand-new purple True Disciple robe.

This robe was newly issued by the sect. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with intricate cloud and thunder patterns, and the fabric was made of top-quality Heavenly Silkworm silk. Wearing it was not only light and comfortable, but it also possessed mild dust-repelling and defensive properties.

Standing at the edge of the cliff, Su Ming adjusted his collar.

"Aura Concealment Art, activate."

With a subtle shift of his will, his aura began to drop layer by layer. The peak Qi Refining ninth-layer cultivation fluctuation he originally possessed was deliberately suppressed to around the Qi Refining eighth-layer level, and it exuded a hollow, drained feeling as if his qi and blood were severely depleted.

The image of a True Disciple who had just endured a life-and-death calamity and had yet to fully recover from severe injuries was vividly portrayed.

"Perfect." Lin Yu whistled in the Consciousness Sea. "Let's go collect our debt."Su Ming left Gazing Star Cliff and walked along the mountain path toward the Administration Hall.

Fellow disciples he encountered along the way, upon spotting that conspicuous purple robe, all stopped in their tracks and turned to stare.

"Isn't that... the new Formation Peak True Disciple, Su Ming?"

"I heard he spent a full three hours in the Heart-Questioning Formation! He was carried out by Punishment Peak disciples when he came out!"

"Really? Then isn't he ruined?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! He's now Master Xuanheng's personal disciple, and he returned with a 'Heaven-Level Confidential' mission. His status is extremely valuable!"

Whispers carried on the wind reached his ears. Their gazes held curiosity, envy, jealousy, and a few covert assessments.

Su Ming looked straight ahead, his pace steady and slow, completely ignoring everything around him.

Inside the Administration Hall, there was always a lingering smell of old ledgers mixed with spiritual ink, noisy and indifferent. Among the crowd waiting in line, Su Ming even spotted a few somewhat familiar faces—some who had joined the outer sect in the same year as him and had openly mocked him as a "connection" back then.

momentarily stunned, then quickly averted their gazes as if burned, lowering their heads and wishing they could shrink into a crack

behind the counter up ahead. This was the way of the immortal cultivation world—when your

Hall, Merit Exchange

an indifferent expression, his head lowered as he browsed through a

was Su Ming's turn, he didn't even look up,

over his True Disciple token. "This

"Earth Vein Spirit Milk?"

and

gaze sweeping over Su Ming's pale complexion and hollow

or core disciples with deep backgrounds when attempting to break through bottlenecks. And here was a junior who

Milk is in

child. "It requires fifty thousand Military Merit points to exchange. And even if you have enough points, after registering, you'll need to wait for allocation. It could be a few months,

he could finish, Su Ming took out a severely worn Military

Without any unnecessary words.

"Slap."

A dull thud.

by Su Ming onto the merit verification

an instant, the verification stone erupted

Hall, and a row of blood-red numbers clearly illuminated

Sixty-eight thousand three hundred.

instantly fell

giant hand had choked off

murmuring earlier all

Sixty-eight thousand... Military Merit?!

Refining-level demonic beast was worth only ten merit

this number

meant mountains of corpses

near-death experiences hovering at

painstakingly saved up for a whole year—a

magical implement worth three hundred merit points both seemed to

had been processing ledgers stopped their pens, casting down suspicious and

that Golden Core