Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 484: Requesting the Sect Leader’s Judgment

The morning mist at Gazing Star Cliff had not yet dispersed.

Inside the cave dwelling, the cold light from the night pearls reflected off the stone walls, and a few lingering traces of muddy earth still clung to the floor. That was the smell brought back from the spiritual field just now — damp, chaotic, mixed with the bitter aroma of crushed herbs; the scent alone made the chest feel tight.

Shadow huddled by the stone table, already mostly cleaned by Su Ming’s spiritual energy. Only a few broken down-feathers still stood up stiffly, making it look more and more like a little soldier who had just lost a battle yet stubbornly refused to admit defeat.

Su Ming sat on the stone stool, head bowed as he wiped the mud from beneath its wings.

“Don’t move.”

Shadow twisted its body in defiance, emitting a low “chu” from its throat, as if protesting.

“You still acting wronged?” Su Ming glanced at it, then with a fingertip let a dab of water spiritual energy spread and remove the last bit of grime. “I told you to charge and fight head-on, but you went your own way. Now you feel pain?”

Shadow tilted its head away, refusing to look at him.

Clearly guilty.

Inside his Consciousness Sea, Lin Yu snorted coldly, “This little thing may be tough-boned, but its brains still need work. Ancient breeds are decent, but even if it were more ancient, right now it’s still a cub that hasn’t finished growing feathers.”Su Ming hummed in agreement, not replying.

He rose and walked to the wooden rack, scanning the row of robes with his eyes. In the end he did not choose his usual gray tunic, but took down the purple Daoist robe reserved for True Disciples.

The fabric felt slightly cool to the touch, the hem’s subtle patterns faintly emitting spiritual radiance in the morning light.

Holding the robe, Su Ming stood quietly for two breaths.

He usually kept a low profile if he could — never wanting the four words “Formation Peak True Disciple” displayed on his face unless necessary. But today was different. He was not going to the market, nor the Administration Hall; he was going to the Sect Leader’s Peak.

And — he was going to lodge a complaint.

To complain about the white crane the Sect Leader raised.

No matter how he thought about it, the whole affair had an absurd streak running through it.

his mouth calmly

“Knows what?”

today, nor act magnanimous. If the spiritual field was destroyed and

see the Sect Leader,

Su Ming nodded.

gate of the Gazing Star

shoulder, neck lifted slightly, golden eyes

and patted its

“Behave yourself.”

a faint cry, whether understanding or

upward straight to

as if it rose straight from the earth. The higher one climbed, the denser the mist, and the stronger the ambient spiritual energy became; even breathing felt cooler, seeping into the

needles beaded with fine dewdrops. When the wind stirred, the pine fragrance and cloud mist spread together,

stone steps without haste, but

the Refining Void stage, usually looking amiable; but no matter how gentle, he was the head of

Foundation Establishment mid-stage True Disciple to go to the Sect Leader’s

would think he had guts;

of the patch of ruined mud in the spiritual field made Su Ming’s expression darken

were not

Heart-Clearing Orchids he had coaxed into growth bit by bit with star force — the main ingredient for the Soul-Nourishing Incense and Lin Yu’s most reliable path to steady replenishment right now.

an incense stick’s time, the outline of the Sect Leader’s main hall finally appeared at the end

the corners tinkling clearly when stirred by the mountain wind. The white jade square in front of the hall gleamed under the morning mist, and several spirit birds circled in the clouds in the distance, their wings

hall, straightening his sleeves. Seeing someone approach, he glanced up

“Greetings, Senior Brother Su.”

hurriedly cupped his

Disciple purple robe was the clearest indicator of status within the

mention this was the recently prominent Formation Peak True Disciple, Su

upon the shoulder where Shadow perched. Shadow stared back with golden eyes that showed little

Ming returned the salute and said, “Disciple Su Ming seeks an audience with the

disciple froze

at the Sect Leader’s Peak, but his demeanor… neither greeting,