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.

after looking for only a moment, one could tell

They were formation lines.

moving formation lines at

set trajectories bit by bit. Each line was unhurried and unflustered, as if

stood before the tree, holding

her head, her golden eyes fixed straight on the

Ming extended his

an inch away from

instant, he

he touched it, an indescribable

The feeling came lightly.

impact or

originally taut heart-lake. It didn’t raise waves—it simply smoothed those fine creases, layer by

strange stone path. But under that single

didn’t lose his

just inexplicably quieted

were no longer just “looking alive”—they genuinely carried some kind of strange rhythm, moving

longer Su Ming looked, the

wasn’t the kind of formation

runes, inscribing them stroke by stroke, then activating them

as if the tree had grown

support. The formation lines weren’t attached to it—they were born within it. Just like how a deer’s antlers aren’t wooden sticks stuck on its head, but a part

“Well, well…”

voice was very light, almost a

in

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,

a long time, he didn’t

slightly turned

“Master?”

“Don’t interrupt.”

Yu didn’t

his usual casual dismissal of an annoying disciple—it sounded like

stopped speaking. He withdrew his hand from the

half a pace and seriously studied the

This tree was enormous.

only leak through gaps in

flickered, those patterns

place was different from the rest.

Yu was still standing

this time, he wasn’t just