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.

chaotic, heavy sound of marching feet and the metallic clash of armor as they surged down

slightly, walked to the window, and eased

had been a bit quiet because

were arrayed on the road with spears raised, radiating murderous intent. At their head, a burly captain’s face looked cruel; he held a brass gong

up, all of

captain pulled at a voice like a battered gong, the

scum broke through three of our border towns again three days ago!

with a blood-red seal and read it

surrounding villages between the ages of fifteen and fifty, regardless of status, must report to the county camp within three days! Those who fail to present

captain’s words hit the street like a heavy

silence, a chorus of heart-wrenching cries

roughly. Soldiers stormed in like wolves, dragging out

even grown yet, he can’t even

the heart. Her fingers had gone pale from gripping too hard; she knelt in the

out of

in the shoulder,

as fifteen! Enough of this nonsense—this

the ranks. He looked back at his struggling mother in the mud, face wet with tears, only able to

her belly beginning to swell, clung to

he tried to resist but was slammed to the

traitor! How dare you refuse

an hour, the once-peaceful town street had become an inferno

the clash of weapons wove

window,

face was shaded in his

exterior, liquid spiritual energy surged wildly within him. His right hand gripped

soldier’s leg. He

But he could not.