Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 385: The Two of Us Have Hitched Our Wagon to a Star!

Su Ming took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the storm raging in his heart. He knew his master was skirting the issue, but he also understood that since he was still alive, it meant the immediate crisis had passed.

He didn’t press for details. Some things, his master kept from him for his own good. Right now, he didn’t even qualify to know the truth.

“Then… what’s the result?” Su Ming asked.

“The result is that the two of us have now hitched our wagon to a star,” Lin Yu said with a sly chuckle. “From now on, you can swagger around the sect without anyone daring to mess with you. Of course, that’s assuming you don’t provoke someone like the Sect Leader.”

Su Ming was stunned.

Hitched their wagon to a star?

“Alright, don’t stand around freezing in this cold wind,” Lin Yu urged. “Let’s head back. The show’s over, but we still need to get our stories straight, so we don’t slip up later.”

Su Ming nodded.

He took one last look at that old pine tree, then turned and walked toward his cave dwelling.

His steps were a bit unsteady, as if he were walking on cotton. It wasn’t until he pushed open the stone door, entered the familiar-smelling secret chamber, and saw the formation lines flickering on the surrounding stone walls that he felt a sliver of genuine safety.The stone door slowly closed, sealing off the wind, rain, and prying eyes from the outside world.

Su Ming sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion. Instead of immediately entering a trance, he pulled out a flask of cold tea from his storage pouch and took a big gulp.

The icy tea flowed down his throat into his stomach, sending a shiver through him. His mind finally sharpened a bit.

“Master,” Su Ming set down the flask, “can you talk now?”

A faint light flickered on the Xuantian ring.

Lin Yu’s soul body didn’t emerge. His voice directly resounded in Su Ming’s Consciousness Sea. “That person just now recognized me as a ‘Survivor of the Shen Family.’”

Su Ming was taken aback. “The Shen Family? Which Shen Family?”

“The one that was wiped out a thousand years ago—a formation-crafting aristocratic family,” Lin Yu explained briefly. “It’s the same excuse Sect Leader Yun Miao used to save you from the Heart-Questioning Platform.”

Su Ming’s mind raced.

Grand Elder, the Survivor

clear chain of connections rapidly formed in his

Su Ming’s eyes lit up faintly, “the Sect

for the Shen family,” Lin Yu said flatly. “And just now, the

Su Ming fell silent.

calm and composed demeanor on the Heart-Questioning Platform, and the final concession from Punishment Peak Master Cui Yan. So, behind all of that stood that gray-robed old

hesitated, “are you really a member of

rolled his eyes inside

I’m an outstanding wage-slave from the 21st century, a pure-blooded successor of

couldn’t say

lost his memory,” Lin Yu said with complete conviction. “When that Grand Elder asked me just now, that’s what I told him. I don’t remember if I’m from the Shen family; I only remember some formations. Since he

Su Ming: “…”

Was this even allowed?

confused and clueless you are, the more others will use their own logic to fill in the blanks for

Su Ming nodded thoughtfully.

had used this tactic before, dealing with the old foxes in the Repair Hall, but he never dreamed he could use

a member of the Shen family?” Su

or why your formations are so exquisite yet bizarre, just steer them in that direction. Anything like ‘awakening of family memories,’ ‘bloodline instincts,’ or ‘dreaming about it’—you

a universal

took a deep

weight of this identity. It wasn’t just an excuse; it was a shield, a get-out-of-jail-free card. With this identity, any talent or anomaly he displayed in formations

speed could be chalked up to “a long buildup finally paying off”

some good

“That Grand Elder agreed to help your master find cultivation methods and materials to repair my soul body. In a few days,

nearly dropping the flask

“Soul… Soul-Nurturing Wood Pith?”

Su Ming’s voice trembled.

of ten-thousand-year-old Shadow Wood. Even an inch of it would make Golden Core cultivators fight to the death, and it

Stone Powder?

felt like he couldn’t

didn’t con that Grand

be refused.’ It’s a token of his feelings for an old

Su Ming swallowed hard.

understood. But he still