Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 379: Not Her!

Night had deepened.

The Cloud Hidden Sect’s clamor gradually quieted, leaving only the low hum of the mountain-protecting formation, like the breath of a giant beast.

Su Ming stared at the surging sea of clouds, stared at the vast starry sky overhead, and that awe and unease toward the unknown, buried deep in his bones, quietly crawled back into his chest.

He had reached Foundation Establishment.

To others, this was a leap to the heavens, a divide between immortal and mortal.

But to him, it only meant he now had the qualification to face far more terrifying dangers, to be swept into far deeper whirlpools.

“Master.”

Su Ming suddenly spoke, his voice so soft only he could hear it, “Would you say my Foundation Establishment… is stable now?”

A faint light flashed on the ring.

Lin Yu’s voice came through. It still carried that world-weary tone, but underneath it was an unmistakable weakness. Reforging Su Ming’s Dao foundation had consumed most of the soul power he had painstakingly accumulated.“Stable, stable. Put your heart down in your belly.”

Lin Yu said grumpily, “More stable than that fish you just burned. Those seven pieces of Star Pattern Steel plus the Earth Vein Spirit Milk — if you had any less help, I’d have to give you the ‘Strongest Concrete Engineering Award in All of Cultivation’. Hurry back and sleep. Standing in the cold at this hour, do you think you’re the protagonist of Some Mortal Cultivation Tale, out there contemplating life?”

Su Ming’s mouth curved slightly; the tension in his shoulders eased.

He stood up, brushed the dust from his Taoist robe, ready to return to his cave dwelling.

“Your scolding is received, disciple will—”

Before he could finish,

Su Ming’s movement abruptly froze.

Not just the movement.

The foot he had just lifted hung in midair, the hem of his robe flapping in the breeze stopped.

Lin Yu saw it: a withered leaf falling from an old pine at the cliff’s edge had stopped and hovered three inches in front of Su Ming’s nose. The leaf veins were clear; even the little curled yellowed edge could be seen.

It did not move.

The wind stopped.

howled across the cliff felt as if an invisible giant hand

Sound vanished as well.

of the mountain-protecting formation, the chirping of distant insects, even the

a silent movie paused on a single

which should have flickered in the night, were frozen into a dead, golden-red stillness, like oil paint on canvas, exuding a chilling sense of

pupils violently shrank to

That sensation…

“Ma…ster…”

faint light on the Xuantian

was an indescribable sense of

felt like an insect sealed in amber. One moment the pine wind and night insects roared in his ears; the next, all

murderous intent, not even any detectable fluctuation

yet he could not

like a frozen lake, not a single ripple stirring. The only things that could move were

old pine, a gray-robed elder

did

pierced the night, pierced Su Ming’s body, and settled directly on the Xuantian ring on Su Ming’s left index

clearly felt the breath

like a turtle encountering a mortal enemy: not only retracting its head into its shell,

“…Don’t look up.”

faint thought exploded in the depths of Su Ming’s Consciousness Sea. The voice trembled violently, like chaff being sifted, carrying a shudder from the very soul that Su Ming had never heard

Ming could not

as if

The gray-robed elder moved.

He took a step.

moved like an ordinary mortal old man,

Ming’s pupils

that step, the elder immediately crossed the three-zhang gap and stood

could

even see the fine stitches on the elder’s gray robe, the tiny pine pollen

raised his

brown spots, knuckles thick, not

and lightly

“Buzz.”