Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 378: Stealing a Moment of Leisure

In the afternoon, Su Ming made another trip to the Repair Hall.

Wang Defa was leading a group of people in the yard, disassembling a batch of scrapped flying swords sent in from the Outer Sect. When he spotted Su Ming's purple True Disciple robe, Old Wang's hammer nearly smashed into his own foot. The whole crowd swarmed around, their eyes blazing with eagerness as if they were staring at a living money god.

"Hall Master... no, True Disciple Su!" Wang Defa's face was flushed red with excitement. "Rest assured, everything at the Hall is running smoothly! Last month, we improved the 'assembly line disassembly method,' and efficiency went up by another twenty percent. I've got the ledgers all done—every last coin accounted for. Even if Punishment Peak comes to audit, they won't find a single flaw."

Su Ming flipped through the account books and then glanced at the well-organized backyard. Everyone was busy at their own stations, the standardized processes meshing like precise gears in perfect operation.

He realized that he truly was "redundant" now.

This was the first time since joining Cloud Hidden Sect that he genuinely had nothing to do.

No need to calculate spirit stones. No need to worry about the cracks in his Dao foundation. No need to be on guard against the arrows that could come from the shadows at any moment.

"Days like these feel unsettling," Su Ming muttered to himself as he walked to the entrance of his cave dwelling, staring out at the sea of clouds.

"You've got a dog's nature," Lin Yu commented from within the Consciousness Sea. "That's the classic mindset of someone born to toil—the moment you have leisure, you think someone's out to get you."

Su Ming chuckled and was about to speak when, suddenly, an extremely grating sound of tearing through the air came from afar.It wasn't the sharp whoosh of flying on a sword, nor the steady hum of an airship—it sounded more like a battered old cart careening madly down a gravel road.

"Clang—*pffft*—"

A formation plate, its edges still spewing black smoke, wobbled out of the clouds, carving a massive "S" shape in the sky, before coming to a harrowing stop on the platform at Gazing Star Cliff.

Luo Feng hopped off the formation plate, one hand holding a lotus leaf bundle still dripping water, the other clutching a wine jar sealed with unbroken mud.

"Little Junior Brother! Catch!"

Feng tossed the wine jar over, then gave the formation plate a kick, extinguishing the sparks still sputtering from the battered

jar steadily and gave a subtle sniff: "Drunken Immortal Brew? This jar

mood today—no talk of spirit stones!" Luo Feng sat down casually at a stone table by the cliff's edge, slapping the lotus leaf bundle onto the table. "Check out

fish still flapping about, its scales crystal clear and

cold pond behind Spirit Beast Peak, and that's the private property of

can it really be called stealing? Elder Qin saw how hard I've been working on my formations and 'accidentally'

shook his head and snapped

fish's belly, scaling it, and deboning it. The entire sequence flowed like water, wasting not even a wisp of the fish meat's

technique is getting freakier and freakier,"

his storage pouch—another improved model from the Repair Hall, engraved

of fish mingled with the fragrance of

a rosy flush spreading across his cheeks, and his mouth

been in seclusion recovering these past few days—you

Transmission Pavilion—his face has been blacker than the bottom of a pot these past few days. I heard an inner disciple wanted to borrow the advanced volume of *An Introduction to the Path of Formations*. All the paperwork was in order, but Elder Luo sat on it for three days, insisting the disciple's temperament was unstable and unfit for studying

fish, his expression calm: "Elder

my ass," Luo

wine, and

there's Eldest Senior

day before yesterday, she tested her sword at Sword Peak. That Black Gold Trial Stone, said to withstand a full-force strike from a Golden Core cultivator—she sliced it clean in half with just one... *one* sword

to Luo Feng and took a shallow sip from

Sister's sword has grown

terrifying," Luo Feng sighed, toying with his cup. "She said she comprehended that 'cutting away attachments' on the Northern Frontier battlefield. I

faint lights of the peaks flickering

we don't want to

Senior Sister doesn't want to die, so her sword must be sharp. Senior Brother, you don't want to die either, so even though your

then looked down at his own unremarkable battered board and