Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 490: Verification

Su Ming couldn’t help stretching out a finger and gently pressing down.

The stone surface was faintly cool.

When his fingertip touched it, he vaguely felt an illusion of touching the skin texture of a living creature.

“Interesting, isn’t it?”

Lin Yu stood to the side, looking down at him. His tone had finally regained some of its usual demeanor, yet the strange, heavy stillness in his eyes hadn’t completely faded.

Su Ming hummed in acknowledgment, not rushing to infuse spiritual energy for a test.

Instead, he sent only the faintest wisp of spiritual energy through his fingertip, gently brushing the edge of the pattern.

On the stone slab, those originally dim lines flashed brightly for an instant.

Just a flash.

Then they sank back into stillness.Inside the Xuantian ring, Lin Yu watched Su Ming’s approach—not taking risks, not rushing for gains, not seeking a sudden breakthrough—and a peculiar feeling stirred in his heart.

This kid’s methods… at least, not all of them were taught by him. Su Ming had carved his own path.

That realization only deepened the sense of “being verified” in Lin Yu’s mind.

Some people walk fast, some walk slow; some look down from heights, some grope their way through mud. But at the end of the road, what they see is still the same vein.

Su Ming didn’t notice Lin Yu’s shifting gaze.

After thoroughly cleaning the stone slab again, he slowly rose to his feet and took a few more steps forward.

The forest was very quiet.

Apart from the sound of his soles pressing fallen leaves, there was almost no other noise.

But he hadn’t walked far before his attention was seized by a tree by the roadside.

It was an ancient tree.

Its trunk was absurdly thick—probably more than three adults linking arms couldn’t encircle it. The bark was deep gray, cracked on the surface, yet it showed no signs of decay. Instead, it exuded an exceptionally steady vitality. Thick, robust roots arched out of the ground, like old dragons lying on the earth—silent, but carrying weight.

What stopped Su Ming wasn’t the tree’s size.

It was the pattern on its bark.

for only a moment, one could tell they

They were formation lines.

moving formation lines at

trajectories bit by bit. Each line was unhurried and unflustered, as if the tree breathed, and they breathed along

Ming stood before the tree, holding his

also quieted down, tilting her head,

Ming extended his

was only an inch

he finally pressed down

moment he touched it, an indescribable tranquility spread from

The feeling came lightly.

spiritual energy impact or

drop of water falling into an originally

of the unknown secret realm, and alertness about the strange stone path. But under that single touch, those emotions felt as if an invisible hand had gently stroked them.

lose

inexplicably quieted

flowing lines. They were no longer just “looking alive”—they genuinely carried some kind of strange rhythm,

looked, the stranger

the kind of formation plate he was familiar

the method of breaking down runes, inscribing them stroke by stroke, then activating them with spirit

as if the tree had grown into a formation

lines weren’t attached to it—they

“Well, well…”

very light, almost

had somehow floated in front of the

the stone path, he had only been silent. Now, at this tree, even his silence felt like it carried extra weight. His soul body hovered quietly in midair, his gaze following the formation lines up the bark until they were blocked by the layers of canopy

long time,

Ming slightly turned

“Master?”

“Don’t interrupt.”

didn’t

usual casual dismissal of an annoying disciple—it sounded like he genuinely

speaking. He withdrew his hand

pace and

This tree was enormous.

the sky, so even sunlight could only leak through gaps in the branches and leaves in scattered streaks, slanting onto the trunk and

flickered, those patterns seemed to come even more

the roots. She, too, seemed to sense that this place was different from the rest. Instead of her usual impulse to pounce on anything unfamiliar, she stopped very obediently on a tangled

Yu was

he