Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 410: Peace of Mind, Steady the Way!

Su Ming gently rubbed the ring’s rough surface with his thumb.

“Master, I just picked up some karmic ties,” he muttered inwardly, his tone carrying a hint of self-mockery he barely noticed himself, “If you were awake, you’d probably scold me for being a hopeless do-gooder, meddling in other people’s business again.”

There was no lazy, complaining voice to answer him.

Still, gazing at the deep night beyond the window, the corner of his mouth gradually lifted into a very faint arc.

He understood.

If Lin Yu really were awake, that old fellow would definitely roll his eyes wildly in the Consciousness Sea, then in that tone that was half exasperated and half secretly pleased say:

“Stupid apprentice, remember, we cultivate the Way of Survival, not the way of death. The Way of Survival is about staying alive, not becoming a cold, lifeless rock. As long as you haven’t exposed your hand, I’ll shoulder this bit of karma for you!”

Su Ming shut the window and returned to the wooden bed to sit cross-legged.

This time, he circulated his liquid spiritual energy more steadily and smoothly than before.

Peace of mind, steady the way.......

The next day, morning.

Dawn was just breaking, and heavy clouds still pressed over Wind Crossing Ferry, giving the town an air of suffocating gloom.

Su Ming finished a night of meditation and opened his eyes. There was no trace of fatigue in them; as long as a Foundation Establishment cultivator’s spiritual energy wasn’t exhausted, ten days or half a month without sleep was no problem.

He had just stood up and was about to smooth his slightly wrinkled teal robe.

Clang—

A gong suddenly ripped the morning silence of the town.

of marching feet and the metallic clash of armor as they

Ming frowned slightly, walked to the window,

which had been a bit quiet because of the hour, was thoroughly

spears raised, radiating murderous intent. At their head, a burly captain’s face

up, all

like a battered gong, the sound echoing through the

border towns again three days ago! The frontline is desperate,

notice stamped with a blood-red

regardless of status, must report to the county camp within three days! Those who fail to present themselves will be treated as traitors in league

the street like

a chorus of

stormed in like wolves, dragging out men who hadn’t yet registered what

turned fourteen, he’s not even grown yet, he can’t even lift a blade—if he goes it’s

boy and wailed with a voice that tore at the heart. Her fingers had gone pale from gripping too

out of

soldier kicked her mercilessly in the

Grand General says fifteen is fifteen! If he looks tall, that counts as fifteen! Enough of

boy was seized under the arms by two soldiers and staggered toward the ranks. He looked back at his struggling mother in the mud, face wet with tears, only able to sob in despair without

His wife, her belly beginning to swell, clung to his sleeve

but was slammed to the ground and

traitor! How dare

an hour, the once-peaceful town street

curses, and the clash of weapons wove together into

the window, watching

shaded in his room, betraying no

wildly within him. His right hand gripped the window frame so hard the knuckles

break that soldier’s leg. He could, by himself,

But he could not.