Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 414: Entering the Capital - Qingya Zhai

The carriage rumbled over the muddy ruts of the uneven official road for the last stretch of mud, and ahead, the imposing city wall of the Great Xing capital—crouching on the horizon like a prehistoric beast—finally revealed its formidable outline against the autumn dusk.

The wall was built from massive blocks of bluish-gray stone, weathered by the passage of years, its surface scarred with dark traces of sword strikes and axe blows. Under the setting sun's blood-red afterglow, the entire city exuded an indescribable weight and desolation.

At a fork in the official road, the carriage slowly came to a halt.

Elder Qingquan lifted the carriage curtain and stepped out. His patched gray cloth robe rustled in the autumn wind. He did not look at the distant capital but instead cast his gaze toward the north.

"I'll take a turn up north. An old friend lives there," Elder Qingquan said, pulling the stopper from his gourd and tilting his head back for a swig of strong liquor. The pungent aroma of alcohol instantly spread through the cool air. He casually wiped his mouth, his tone as casual as if he were just visiting a neighbor's house. "You go into the city and handle your business. When you're done, use the communication talisman to contact me."

"Master, please be careful in all things." Su Ming stood by the carriage, cupping his hands in a respectful bow, performing a proper junior's salute.

"Worry about yourself," Elder Qingquan said with a light chuckle.

The moment the words left his mouth, without forming any hand seal or a flicker of spiritual light, his slightly stooped figure, under Su Ming's watchful gaze, turned into a faint wisp of green smoke without any warning. A gust of wind blew, and the smoke dissipated completely, as if the man had never been there.

Su Ming stood still, sensing the aura that had vanished without a trace in the surrounding air. A flicker of reverence passed through his eyes. This was the skill of a Golden Core stage grandmaster—control over the world's spiritual energy so refined it had returned to simplicity.

the reins looped around the Yunnan horses' necks

a deep breath. As he drew closer to the capital, he could clearly sense that the already thin ambient spiritual energy in the air was

the capital's Dragon

Cloud Hidden Sect, it was still a mortal dynasty ruling over tens of millions of people. Centuries of national destiny had converged here, forming an invisible, natural grand formation. Under this Dragon Qi's suppression, any cultivator's spellcasting power would be greatly diminished, and the range of divine sense exploration would be compressed to an appalling

immediately activated the Aura Concealment Art. Instead of merely restraining his spiritual energy as he had before, he completely sealed off the liquid-like, deep-pool-like spiritual energy in his Dantian, turning it into the tiniest trickle that flowed

who was the all-powerful True Disciple of Formation Peak at Repair Hall had vanished. In his place stood

bamboo hat on his head and, following the flow of people, made his way toward the

iron armor gripped their spears, their eyes scanning every person entering the city like hawks. On the mottled brick wall

slowly with the crowd. His

with slightly torn edges caught his eye. Although

Compiler, suspected of colluding with foreign

did not pause, nor did his breathing rhythm change

Marquis Manor had viciously framed him—an insignificant compiler with no connections—as a traitor. He had thought that after five years, he, a worthless nobody,

the obsession of the Yongchang Marquis Manor, or some kind of warning

a mortal's machinery of power gets moving, its stubbornness can be more terrifying than a cultivator's sword," Su Ming silently said to himself. He buried this grievance deep in his heart again. In an extremely ordinary tone, tinged with a hint of fawning, he offered the inspecting guards a few pieces of broken

one is here to visit relatives