Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 451: Waiting for the Delegation

After returning from the Lantai Secret Garden, Su Ming settled down in a secluded courtyard behind the External Affairs Office.

His daily life was extremely routine. Apart from necessary meals and rest, he spent most of his time sitting cross-legged beneath the old locust tree in the courtyard.

Sometimes, he would extend his index finger and trace something in the void with excruciating slowness. As his fingertip moved, a barely perceptible ripple would stir in the air, as if some invisible force was being forcibly twisted and imprisoned.

Those were the runes he had newly comprehended from the stone gate of the Lantai Secret Garden: "Lock," "Seal," "Ban," and "Suppress."

These runes were entirely different from the ones he had learned before, such as "Gathering," "Flow," and "Concealment." They were filled with an absolute sense of control. Using the spiritual energy of the *Like Water Art*, Su Ming attempted to understand the deeper principles behind them.

Ever since he had settled the mortal ties of karma at Qingshi Town, his state of mind had undergone an indescribable transformation. The deep-seated worries and concerns he once harbored for his family had solidified into a firm foundation, making his Dao heart more stable than ever.

This perfection of his state of mind was directly reflected in his cultivation. The operation of the *Like Water Art* was smoother and more seamless than ever before. The liquid spiritual energy within his body was no longer merely a surging river; it had gained a newfound stillness and depth, like a profound pool.

One afternoon, a soft knock sounded at the courtyard gate.

Zhou Tong, the junior clerk of the External Affairs Office, bent over respectfully and walked in cautiously, his face plastered with a deferential smile.

"Senior Master Su, forgive me for disturbing your meditation." Zhou Tong stopped about ten yards away, not daring to come closer.Su Ming slowly opened his eyes. The faint fluctuations of spiritual energy around him vanished in an instant, and he returned to the image of an ordinary young man in gray robes.

"Is there something, Junior Clerk Zhou?"

"Reporting to Senior Master, we just received an urgent military dispatch from the Northern Frontier." Zhou Tong took a letter sealed with wax from his sleeve and presented it with both hands. "The Northern Barbarian peace delegation entered Great Xing's borders this morning. They are being 'escorted' towards the capital by three thousand Imperial Guards."

Su Ming did not reach for the letter. He simply asked calmly, "When will they arrive?"

Zhou Tong quickly replied, "Calculating their pace, they are expected to reach the capital in three days."

Su Ming nodded and did not ask any further questions.

Seeing this, Zhou Tong tactfully bowed and began to withdraw.

strange guests come to visit in the next few days,

tightened, and he promptly answered,

to were definitely not ordinary people. As an outer sect disciple,

retreated, the courtyard fell silent

jade talisman materialized before him without any

out and took it,

familiar voice echoed in his Consciousness Sea, concise and

need to say a word.

Ming was slightly taken

What

along to use his formation methods to exert pressure on the Northern Barbarian delegation

it seemed that wasn't

talisman, Su Ming fell into deep

He remembered the calm

through his mind like

So that was it.

a hint of knowing amusement tugging at the

finally understood Elder

was the

who could easily level the Northern Barbarian court. A Foundation Establishment cultivator who could casually destroy the evil cultivator stronghold on Black Wind Mountain. When these two sat

more effective than any

this thought, Su Ming's heart settled

closed his eyes once more, and immersed his

Barbarian delegation arrived in

...

autumn day in the capital, the

the wide Vermilion Bird Avenue had long been cleared by soldiers of the Capital Region Guard. Commoners were held back at the street corners, craning their necks and gazing curiously

"They're coming! They're coming!"

by several hundred black-armored Imperial Guards,