Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 407: "Three Thousand Questions on the Path of Formations"

Su Ming silently recited the creed Lin Yu had once taught him deep in his heart.

He forced himself to calm down. Master was only sleeping, not gone forever. He had to prove, during this time without Master's protection, that he was no longer the wild mountain boy who needed guidance at every turn.

He pulled a yellowed ancient book from his storage pouch.

This was a text he had borrowed from the second floor of Formation Peak's library before his departure, and the first foundational core on the reading list Master Xuanheng had bestowed upon him—*Three Thousand Questions on the Path of Formations: Introductory Edition*.

He sat cross-legged on the wooden boat's deck and flipped open the pages.

The wooden boat glided steadily through the clouds. Below, the vast land spread out like a slowly unfurling scroll painting.

Su Ming immersed all his attention in the pages.

His divine sense was exceptionally powerful, allowing him to read at incredible speed. This book didn't teach profound killing formations but began with the most basic flow of spiritual energy, exploring the origins of formations.

"Heaven and Earth gave birth to the Two Polarities; the Two Polarities transformed into the Four Symbols. The beginning of formations was not man-made, but the natural flow of Heaven, Earth, mountains, and rivers..."

As Su Ming read the words, his mind automatically conjured up the two hundred basic runes he had already mastered.He had achieved effortless control over the major categories of runes: "Gathering," "Control," "Solidify," "Flow," "Concealment," and "Balance." He built microscopic models in his mind, trying to use the book's theories to explain why these two hundred runes twisted one way and curved another.

Time slipped by, drop by drop.

Occasionally, Su Ming would lift his head to glance at Elder Qingquan ahead.

The elder always sat with his back to him, cross-legged at the bow of the boat. He wasn't meditating or cultivating, nor was he controlling the airship. He simply stared motionless at the sea of clouds before him, occasionally rubbing that red clay wine gourd in his hand, like a weathered statue.

He hadn't spoken a single word.

Yet looking at that slightly stooped figure in gray robes, Su Ming suddenly felt that this unconventional nominal master, though miserly with words, provided a "sense of security" that was incredibly solid.

level, but from the fact that his presence alone was like a

his gaze and looked back

refraction, the ink on the pages seemed to come alive, transforming into dancing runes that continuously broke apart and reassembled in his

chew through these astringent

stretched endlessly, and the wooden boat was like a solitary falling leaf, silently

.......

traveled above the clouds

Qingquan seemed to have entered a meditative

in the world of *Three

"cheat device" always ready to answer questions—Su Ming's process of

simplest explanations—even tossing in modern physics concepts in outbursts—to

character governs the conduction of spiritual energy, and the 'Balance' character governs the stability of nodes... but when constructing the Minor Heavenly Cycle Water Rhythm Formation, if these two runes are stacked

Ming's brows were tightly knit, and his fingers unconsciously traced invisible patterns on

mind, two faintly glowing runes were attempting to forcibly merge. Each contact triggered a violent rejection, like water and fire refusing

how exactly

out in

the deep blue glow of the Like Water Art slowly circulating. The ring remained

fingers

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and

the runes—it's a problem with the medium. 'Flow' governs change, 'Balance' governs stillness. One moves, one remains still.

sweat broke out on Su Ming's forehead.

ten times,

an extremely obscure variation of the "Concealment" rune between "Flow" and "Balance"

"Hum—"

runes perfectly clicked together, forming a stable triangle of spiritual energy. The puzzle that had plagued him all day suddenly

out a long exhale of stale air and opened his eyes. This kind of realization, bitten out

at the