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.

robe he wore, they were momentarily stunned, then quickly averted their gazes

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

the Administration Hall, Merit Exchange

on duty today was a unfamiliar Golden Core steward. This man had a pale, beardless face and an indifferent expression, his

Su Ming's turn, he didn't even look up, merely tapping the counter and

Disciple token. "This disciple wishes to exchange for 'Earth Vein

"Earth Vein Spirit Milk?"

steward's fingers paused, and he finally

pale complexion and hollow aura, a flicker of surprise and

treasure of heaven and earth, usually only reserved by Golden Core elders or core disciples with deep backgrounds when attempting to break through bottlenecks. And here was a junior who had just been promoted, whose injuries hadn't even healed and

Milk

flat as if dismissing an ignorant 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

he could finish, Su Ming took out a

Without any unnecessary words.

"Slap."

A dull thud.

Order was pressed by Su Ming onto the merit verification

instant, the verification stone erupted

Hall, and

Sixty-eight thousand three hundred.

hall instantly fell

invisible giant hand had choked

murmuring earlier all

Sixty-eight thousand... Military Merit?!

war, killing a Qi Refining-level demonic beast was worth only ten merit points, and a

did this number

mountains of corpses and

experiences hovering

disciple standing behind Su Ming, clutching a merit token he had painstakingly saved up for a whole year—a

worth three hundred

been processing ledgers stopped their pens, casting down suspicious and

that Golden Core steward's