Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 406: Master

Su Ming was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed.

The morning mist hadn't fully dissipated yet, and a refreshing chill permeated the bluestone-paved mountain path. The two walked one after the other in silence for the time it takes half an incense stick to burn.

Su Ming remained three steps behind Elder Qingquan, maintaining this neither-too-close-nor-too-far distance. His steps were incredibly light. The liquid spiritual energy at Foundation Establishment circulated through his meridians, allowing him to walk with almost no sound at all.

But in his heart, he was puzzling over something.

This was an emergency mission down the mountain. By all logic, with the cultivation level of a Golden Core elder, whether flying on a sword or piloting an airship, they could leave the Cloud Hidden Sect's territory in the blink of an eye. Yet this nominal master of his had chosen the most time-consuming and laborious method—walking.

Was the elder planning to walk all the way down the mountain?

Su Ming didn't ask. Lin Yu had taught him that when you can't figure out a big shot's temper, keeping your mouth shut was the best survival technique. He simply silently activated the Aura Concealment Art, suppressing his own aura to its lowest point, like a withered leaf drifting with the wind, perfectly blending into the morning forest.

Three li out from the mountain gate, the concentration of spiritual energy in the area had already begun to drop noticeably. The thick mist that had almost seemed to condense into substance gradually turned into the common white fog of the mortal world, carrying a faint smell of earth.

Elder Qingquan suddenly stopped.

He didn't turn around. Instead, he tilted his head up, untied the ordinary-looking red clay gourd of wine from his waist, pulled out the stopper, and took a long gulp.The sharp, pungent smell of cheap wine spread through the air.

"Once we're out of the mountain gate, don't call me elder anymore."

Elder Qingquan wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, speaking without turning his head. His voice sounded a bit casual in the empty mountain path.

Su Ming was taken aback, then quickly bowed slightly, cupping his fists: "Then... how should this disciple address you?"

his waist, his tone as flat as if he were talking about some trivial matter. "The mortal world doesn't have so many rules. Going on and on about 'elder this' and 'elder that' would just attract unnecessary attention. We're going to

Su Ming changed his address

mountain gate. Now, Qingquan looked like nothing more

was just to shake off the perfumed air of

spoke, Elder Qingquan took something out

deep, dark purple-brown, covered with marks of age and erosion, without a single spark of spiritual

elder casually

sound. It simply landed silently, enlarging dozens of times into a

mortal realm, where spiritual energy runs dry, this thing won't work very well.

feet touched the deck, a

divine sense, far surpassing others of his cultivation stage, instantly caught the dense, web-like network of formation lines intricately woven beneath the

source. Instead, hundreds of variations of the "Gathering" character were inscribed into the keel, frantically absorbing the free-floating spiritual energy in the air at a minuscule level. This energy was then ingeniously channeled into the "Wind Control" lines on both sides of the

Golden Core elder traveled. No display of wealth, a concealed edge, yet practical

silently. No defensive barrier lit up, but an invisible, streamlined wall of air perfectly sliced through the oncoming Fierce Wind. The

corner and

at the completely lusterless Xuantian ring on his right hand, and a

truly insane

Lin Yu had gotten his hands on that top-grade Soul-Nurturing Wood

was especially solemn, even carrying a level of seriousness Su Ming had never seen before. "The power of this Soul-Nurturing Wood Pith is too intense. The vitality it contains is terrifying. This broken soul body of mine is like a beggar who's been starving for eight hundred years suddenly sitting down to a grand feast. I have to focus all my energy on digesting it. I might have to

tightened at that moment.

two. I can't say for sure. For the next while, you'll have

paused, his tone carrying a deep, lingering worry, like an old father giving final instructions to

down the mountain, use your head when things come up. Don't be reckless. Sure, you're at Foundation Establishment now, but in the eyes

a situation you can't figure out, run.