Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 473: Crane and Crow

Relying on the True Disciple purple robe that symbolized his identity, Su Ming passed through unimpeded. After communicating with Qin Yi via a communication talisman, he arrived directly at the Spirit Beast Hall in the core area of Beast Peak.

The moment he stepped into the spacious hall, Su Ming came to a halt.

In the center of the hall, Second Senior Brother Qin Yi was crouched beside a stone bed covered in white spirit cotton. Before him lay a massive, listless second-rank spirit crane. A gash nearly a foot long had been torn into its right wing by some extremely sharp blade, the wound so deep the bone was visible. Blood had already stained half its body’s feathers a dark crimson.

Hearing footsteps, Qin Yi turned his head to glance at Su Ming. He didn’t speak, only giving a slight nod to indicate he should wait a moment, before focusing his attention back on the crane’s wound.

Su Ming didn’t disturb him. He stood silently about ten yards away.

With nothing to do, he quietly activated the *Like Water Art*. A faint, deep-blue glow flickered in the depths of his pupils as he entered the *Observation Micro State* to carefully study Qin Yi’s healing process.

In Su Ming’s microscopic vision, a mass of exceptionally pure, verdant-green Wood-attribute spiritual energy was swirling around Qin Yi’s slender, pale-white fingertips. This energy didn’t forcibly stimulate flesh regeneration like ordinary Wood spells; instead, it seeped into the crane’s torn skin and muscle fiber by fiber, like a gentle spring rain moistening everything silently.

Su Ming was secretly amazed. He could clearly see that the Wood spiritual energy Qin Yi injected into the crane’s body had formed an extremely tiny yet complex closed cycle of spiritual energy circulation right inside the wound! It was as if he had directly inscribed a *Miniature Revitalization Formation* within the flesh and blood using spiritual energy alone.

This formation not only isolated the external fire-poison infection but also continuously stimulated and guided the crane’s own life-force origin, slowly repairing its severed meridians and muscles.

“Such exquisite control…” Su Ming calculated silently in his mind. “If I applied this technique—combining medical principles with micro-level spiritual energy control—to repairing subtle nodes in formations, it would achieve the same effect through different methods.”Just as Su Ming was quietly deducing the process, he felt a slight movement on his left shoulder.

Turning his head, he saw that Shadow, who had been behaving perfectly still, was now craning its neck, its pure golden eyes fixed intently on the green spiritual energy at Qin Yi’s fingertips. It even tilted its little head slightly, mimicking Su Ming’s posture, and deep in its pupils, a faint trace of deep-blue runic light flickered rapidly.

Was it observing? Or imitating?

instincts for assassination but seemed to have greatly accelerated its ability to comprehend the

Yi finally withdrew his hands. He let out a long, slow exhale of turbid qi. The spirit crane let out a soothing, low cry; the once-deep wound had completely closed,

up and finally turned to walk toward

was badly injured by a wind-blade talisman. Took a bit

me see how the little

Yi held

spiritual energy emanating from him felt soothing, after Su Ming gently nudged its back with his finger,

base of Shadow’s wings, inspecting the skin color and distribution of spiritual energy apertures beneath the layer of fine black down. Next, he scraped his fingernail lightly against

was flung into

a sword and swept a faint breeze spell toward

the tilt of its tail feathers and, leveraging the chaotic wind, traced an eerily sharp zigzag through the air before landing steadily back on

dense as Mystic Iron, its meridians are far broader than those of its peers, and that instinctive control of the airflow just

Ming humbly cupped his hands in a bow. “All thanks

an extremely proud crane

spirit spring pool inside the Spirit Beast Hall stood several massive spirit cranes. Among them, one was the largest—a white crane with a striking red crown atop its head. It cast

roadside, dripping with contempt. Then it proudly turned

peak first-rank, only a hair’s breadth

could even look away, he felt a

“Chirp!”

provocative cry rang through

Lin Yu, had been passively triggered at that moment. Its form seemed to melt into the shadows of its

“Thud.”