Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 408: Killing is Easy, But Karma Sticks

"We're almost at Great Xing territory."

Elder Qingquan stood up and stretched.

With a flick of his sleeve, the wooden boat beneath him suddenly dipped, breaking through the last layer of clouds and diving toward a remote official road below.

When it was still over ten zhang from the ground, the boat rapidly shrank. The two of them landed lightly in an uninhabited grove of trees, and the boat transformed into a streak of purple light that flew back into the elder's sleeve.

Setting foot on solid ground, Su Ming smelled the thick scent of earth and wild grass.

Elder Qingquan patted the dust off his gray cloth robe and glanced around.

"There's a post town ahead. Go get us a carriage. A normal one—don't bring any draft animals with spiritual beast bloodlines; that's too conspicuous. And remember, the mortal world isn't like the sect. Killing is easy, but cleaning up the mess is hard. If you get tangled in karma, you'll suffer for it during your tribulation." the elder instructed.

"Yes, Master."

Su Ming acknowledged and quickly walked out of the grove, following the official road toward the nearby post town.

The post town was small, and because it was close to the border between Great Xing and the Northern Barbarians, it looked rather rundown and desolate. The people passing through were mostly hurried merchants and jianghu warriors carrying swords.Su Ming walked into the town's only carriage dealership.

He pulled a silver ingot—the kind used in the mortal world—from his storage pouch. He'd had Wang Defa from the Repair Hall exchange it at the External Affairs Hall before leaving the sect.

Fifty taels of silver slammed onto the dealership owner's table.

"A sturdy two-horse carriage and two Yunnan horses with good endurance." Su Ming deliberately lowered his voice, putting on the air of an experienced jianghu traveler.

The owner's eyes went wide at the sight of the silver. Nodding and bowing repeatedly, he soon brought out a black-lacquered carriage that looked a few years old.

Though the carriage was old, the axles and body were made of high-quality ironwood, so it was indeed sturdy.

the town. After checking left and right to make

as that would attract the attention

took an ordinary engraving

The "Solidify" rune.

spiritual energy, relying purely on the precision of his physical body, Su Ming

a handful of ordinary loess from the ground, mixed it with spiritual ink, and filled the

carriage took a direct hit from a heavy ballista, it wouldn't

The "Concealment" rune.

odorless mortal herbal solution to paint four concealment runes. These wouldn't block the divine sense scans of high-level cultivators, but they would make the carriage virtually invisible to mortal eyes

Su Ming patted the dirt off his

disciple," Su Ming had to give himself a mental pat on the

the driver's seat and expertly cracked the

"Hyah!"

by a grandmaster of formations—as their hooves

...

carriage jolted along the bumpy, potholed official

had carved a variation of the "Solidify" rune into the carriage bottom to

lay sprawled in the carriage, his head resting on a bundle of old books,

the whip in his hands. He pulled his bamboo hat low, covering most of his

further north they went, the closer to the border between Great Xing

tattered, their faces gaunt and yellow. Some pushed wheelbarrows, others carried shoulder poles, their eyes filled with fear and numbness toward

kicking up clouds of yellow dust and shouting

a faint ripple stirred in Su Ming's

himself was a farm boy from Qingshi Town in Great Xing. These faces struggling to survive in a chaotic world reminded him faintly of who he once was. If not for that accident, if not for meeting Lin Yu,

before being suppressed by the absolute calm of the Like

Disciple of Formation Peak at Cloud Hidden Sect. He carried the sect's mediation mission, and even more importantly, he was connected to the Northern Border Defense Array's core mechanism. Revealing sympathy casually, in the law of the jungle of the cultivation world, would be like washing his neck clean and handing it to

never senseless mortal slaughter—it's all a