Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 442: The Hidden Clues of the Underworld

At this moment, Elder Qingquan was still wearing his faded blue Daoist robe, washed white from years of use, but now it appeared somewhat travel-worn. A few strands of disheveled white hair hung at his temples, and an unmistakable weariness seeped through his brows. Yet his eyes, sharp as an eagle's, glittered with a chilling gleam in the darkness.

He held a cinnabar-red gourd of wine in his hand, tilting his head back to chug a large mouthful of strong liquor.

"Disciple Su Ming pays respects to Master."

Su Ming stopped three zhang from the greenstone terrace, respectfully performing a Daoist salute.

Elder Qingquan set down the gourd and casually wiped the liquor stains from the corner of his mouth, his gaze sweeping over Su Ming. Feeling the deep, restrained spiritual energy within Su Ming's body, a glimmer of satisfied approval flashed in his eyes.

"After rolling around in the mortal world these past few days, your aura hasn't been disturbed in the slightest—not bad." Elder Qingquan's voice carried a hint of hoarseness as he patted the greenstone beside him. "Sit down and tell me."

Su Ming complied, stepping forward to sit cross-legged on the other side of the greenstone.

Elder Qingquan took another drink of wine. After a moment, he exhaled a long, turbid breath and began recounting his trip to the Northern Barbarian over the past half-month.

"After I arrived in the Northern Barbarian, I didn't alert anyone. I followed the lingering corpse aura straight to the Northern Barbarian State Preceptor's lair." A flicker of disdain passed through Elder Qingquan's eyes. "It was an underground demonic palace. That man had forcibly crammed his cultivation all the way to Foundation Establishment late stage. Unfortunately, his foundation was so flimsy it was pitiful—clearly a freak force-fed with all sorts of random living souls and elixirs."

Elder Qingquan let out a cold laugh."I only used three moves. The first broke his protective yin wind. The second severed that scrap-iron staff of his. And the third move—my sword qi was at his throat. That man usually threw his weight around in the Northern Barbarian, worshipped as a deity by the Khan, but when facing a true cultivator, his backbone was softer than a loach. One sword strike, and he showed his cowardice, kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly."

"After searching his soul and interrogating him harshly, I discovered a huge joke."

Qingquan shook his head, a

mortal herb gatherer deep in the Northern Frontier mountains. Decades ago, during one of his herb-gathering trips, he accidentally fell into a hidden cave. There, he picked up a token of the Ming Abyss Sect and half a

path of cultivation all by himself, relying on his own blind experimentation. For the past ten-plus years, using those half-baked demonic arts, he played the sorcerer in

Elder Qingquan spoke, he flicked

casually tossed two

Ming focused

chill, with eerie ghost-face patterns carved into it. This token was identical to the one Su Ming had seized when

token lay a black jade slip,

yin-tainted energy seemed to

divine sense, wrapped in a

Thousand Soul Banner." However, most of the content was missing, leaving only some crude

jade slip, written in an

"Dark Abyss Cave."

walls. Dark Abyss Cave was a secret stronghold set up by the Ming Abyss Sect in the

giving Su Ming a deep

his early years. That guy only learned a scrap of skin-deep knowledge before he was sent to Great Xing to contact the Yongchang

course, he wouldn't tell Elder Qingquan about his trump cards like the Xuantian ring and Lin Yu. He simply

"Back in that great war between righteousness and evil, the Ming Abyss Sect was wiped out, but a centipede doesn't die even when it's trampled. Now that we've discovered one of their strongholds, the sect will naturally send people to deal with it. That's not something you or I need

snap. He looked down at

with that State Preceptor dead, the corpse-puppet iron cavalry he controlled also collapsed. The Northern Barbarian Khan saw that the tide had turned, and the entire army's morale completely shattered. The Northern Barbarian's national strength was never a match for Great Xing's anyway; it was all propped

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