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.

across the cliff felt as if an invisible giant hand had instantly clamped its throat; not even a ripple of

Sound vanished as well.

the chirping of distant insects, even the beating of Su Ming’s

whole world felt like a silent

Formation Peak, which should have flickered in the night, were frozen into a

Ming’s pupils violently shrank to

That sensation…

“Ma…ster…”

faint light on the

an indescribable

amber. One moment the pine wind and night insects roared in his ears; the next, all sound in

oppressive pressure, no murderous intent,

yet he could

just surged like quicksilver upon Foundation Establishment, was now like a frozen lake, not a single ripple stirring. The only things that could move were his thoughts and those

zhang away, beneath the old pine,

did

ring on Su Ming’s left index finger. The look was indifferent, like an ancient well dried up for thousands of years—no waves,

felt the breath within

not only retracting its

“…Don’t look up.”

in the depths of Su Ming’s Consciousness Sea. The voice trembled violently, like chaff being

not

as if

The gray-robed elder moved.

He took a step.

no folded-space trace. He moved like an

Su Ming’s pupils

the elder immediately crossed the three-zhang gap and

close he could

on the elder’s gray robe, the tiny pine

elder raised his

brown spots, knuckles

and lightly

“Buzz.”