Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 393: I Only Took One Sip!

After leaving Beast Peak, the sky was already nearing dusk.

The setting sun looked like blood. Its afterglow spread across the Cloud Hidden Sect’s layered Greenstone steps. A mountain wind passed, lifting a few slightly yellowed fallen leaves.

Su Ming walked back down the mountain path. His steps were steady. The hem of his purple True Disciple robe fluttered lightly in the breeze.

His storage pouch held the pile of treasures Qin Yi had given him.

The chill of the Snow Velvet Fruit came through the pouch. The sweet scent of the Hundred Flowers Nectar still seemed to linger at his nostrils. That heavy jar of Myriad Beast Bone Powder made him feel exceptionally reassured.

Back then, he wouldn’t have even had the qualification to glance at such things.

Now they had become the casual “snacks” his senior brothers slipped him.

“Disciple.”

Lin Yu’s voice sounded in the Consciousness Sea. His tone carried a hint of laziness.

“This Second Senior Brother of yours is an honest man. That Hundred Flowers Nectar is a good thing. The wood-affinity spiritual energy inside is extremely mild. You just established Foundation, your meridians have widened but aren’t yet resilient. Brewing it into water to drink is far better than taking those tonic pills.”Su Ming silently nodded in his heart.

“Master is right. Second Senior Brother isn’t good with words, but his heart is very kind. The brothers and sisters on Formation Peak have treated me well.”

Lin Yu chuckled lightly.

“That’s because you’re lucky. You ran into Xuanheng, a master who doesn’t meddle, and got stuck with a few senior brothers and sisters with screws loose. In other peaks, to grab a bit of cultivation resources, disciples would spill each other’s brains.”

Su Ming lifted the corner of his mouth slightly.

He knew how cruel the cultivation world could be. The mountain of corpses and sea of blood at Iron Wall Pass were still vivid in his mind. Precisely because of that, he cherished this rare peace all the more.

He was about to follow the path back to Gazing Star Cliff.

A faint yellow streak of light suddenly cut through the twilight.

The streak moved extremely fast. It darted like an agile bird, turned midair, and flew straight at Su Ming’s face.

Su Ming’s eyes tightened slightly.

He raised his right hand. He pinched lightly with his index and middle fingers.

There was a soft snapping sound.

The streak of light came to a stable stop between his fingers. The spiritual power dissipated, leaving behind a pale yellow communication talisman. The talisman’s paper edge bore a familiar bluish pattern.

That was the unique mark of Guiding Peak’s Purple Bamboo Sea.

scanned with

unmistakable voice immediately exploded out

to Purple Bamboo Sea, quickly, save

terrified. It sounded as

don’t come, we’ll only

Su Ming’s brow twitched.

could think further, Mingyue’s voice came from the talisman’s

was crisp, but anger bled through despite

It’s you who’ll be buried! You’re

power was completely exhausted, turning into a puff

where he was. Night wind moved the strands of

was silent

Consciousness Sea, Lin Yu

has arrived. Your two little ancestors

Su Ming sighed.

Back when he was grinding through the outer gate’s hardships, these two had secretly helped him many times. Mingyue’s medicinal

never forgotten

“Go check it out.”

He didn’t continue toward Formation Peak. Instead he changed direction toward Purple

far

made

purple True Disciple robe, many passing outer sect disciples glanced repeatedly

want to draw

Way of Survival was blending into the environment. Even now that

an incense stick’s

the edge

a faint, bitter-clean

a small path paved

came into view. A low fence wall surrounded the yard. Unknown green vines crawled over

courtyard,

Su Ming stopped.

took in the

crumpled on the stone steps at the gate with no dignity left. He hugged his head with both hands and buried his face deep in his knees. The whole person

a

a ripe bun. She crossed her arms, huffed in anger, and turned her head while glaring at the tea leaves

center

The spout was clean

lay a jade tea canister, tipped on its

It, too, was empty.

seemed congealed. Even the wind that passed felt

Ming stood outside the

ran the Aura Concealment Art,