Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

In the small courtyard designated as Jia, Su Ming sat cross-legged by the well as usual, his eyes tightly closed.

He was no longer attempting to condense that spark of spiritual light.

Following his master’s instructions, he had done only one thing for the past month—meditation.

His soul was like a spider web stretched to its limit, radiating outwards in all directions from his body as the center.

He could ”see” the snowflakes falling on the eaves, piling up, and then quietly sliding off.

He could ”hear” Manager Sun turning over in his sleep a hundred meters away in the library, letting out a contented sleep-talk murmur.

He could even ”smell” the savory aroma emanating from the winter-cured bacon in the kitchen.

His soul was unprecedentedly solid and powerful.

The sense of qi in his Dantian, nurtured by this invisible force, had also grown increasingly dense, like a warm, smooth piece of jade quietly suspended within.

Everything was developing in a positive direction.However, Lin Yu inside the ring was almost worried to the point of going bald.

His Soul Body paced back and forth in the gray, hazy space. Before him was the jade slip recording the ”Greenwood Longevity Art.”

No! Absolutely not!

Lin Yu’s Soul Body stomped its foot fiercely.

This thing was a ticking time bomb! It started right off with drawing energy into the body, visualizing the Greenwood, and communicating with the Essence of Yi Wood.

Visualization? Visualize my ass!

He, this master, understood nothing about this world’s cultivation system. If Su Ming’s energy flow went astray, he wouldn’t even be able to tell.

This wasn’t teaching the Way; this was suicide!

If his disciple had an accident, seven blood streaks would instantly form, and he’d probably be instantly done for. There was nothing more foolish in the world than this!

Lin Yu waved his hand irritably, and the illusion of the jade slip instantly dissipated.

His ”gaze” turned to another corner of the space.

There, quietly lying, was a black sphere the size of a walnut. Its surface was smooth, yet it emanated a heart-palpitating sense of resentment and madness.

It was precisely the compressed remnant filth of the ”Wailing Woman Lantern.”

Lin Yu’s Soul Body floated over, extended a ”hand,” and cautiously touched the black sphere.

In an instant, countless chaotic memory fragments flooded his mind again.

The gloomy, dilapidated temple, the damp ground, and deep within the mountain, that faint, barely perceptible, chilling aura, completely different from that of the Wailing Woman Lantern.

Go? Or not go?

Lin Yu’s Soul Body was caught in a fierce internal struggle.

If he went, that ghostly place had been occupied by the Wailing Woman Lantern for over a hundred years, steeped in Yin energy. Who knew what other demons and monsters had been nurtured there? His own battle-useless remnant soul, dragging along a disciple who had just barely touched the threshold of cultivation, would be delivering themselves on a platter.

First Principle of the True Interpretation of the Way of Survival: Never proactively provoke unknown dangers!

But if he didn’t go... if he didn’t go, he could only grit his teeth and teach Su Ming that ”Greenwood Longevity Art.”

How was that any different from gambling with their lives?

Lin Yu felt his Soul Body was about to split in two.

On one side was a high-risk, high-reward exploration. On the other was a gamble with even higher risk and unknown returns.

Weighing the lesser of two evils...

Damn it!

Lin Yu gritted his teeth fiercely.

Let’s risk it! Wealth is found in danger!

Rather than watching his disciple deviate from the proper path and go berserk right under his nose, it was better to venture into that dilapidated temple!

At least he held the memory fragments of the Wailing Woman Lantern, equivalent to having half a map. The owner of that lantern placed it there definitely not just to nurture ghosts. That place absolutely had something strange about it!

Besides, worst case, he’d just risk his old life. He’d already devoured the Wailing Woman Lantern; what else was there to be afraid of?

Having made up his mind, Lin Yu’s entire soul felt lighter.

He cleared his throat, adjusted his posture, and instantly transformed back into that transcendent, unfathomable master with an immortal aura and a demeanor as still as an ancient well.

”Disciple.”

Lin Yu’s voice, carrying a hint of perfectly measured seriousness, echoed in Su Ming’s mind.

Su Ming withdrew from his deep meditation, slowly opening his eyes. ”Master.”

”You have been meditating for over a month. Your soul is stable, and your foundation is established. It is time for this master to impart to you the true method of cultivation.”

Su Ming’s mind shook, and his breath hitched for a moment.

It’s here!

He had waited for this day for far too long!

”Please, Master, impart the method!” He suppressed the wild joy in his heart, yet his voice remained steady.

”Hmm.” Lin Yu pondered for a moment, as if organizing his words. ”However, before imparting the method, there is something this master must explain to you.”

”This master holds two cultivation methods.”

Su Ming held his breath and concentrated, listening carefully.

”The first is a wood-attributed method called the ’Greenwood Longevity Art.’ It is balanced and peaceful, most suitable for solidifying one’s foundation.”

Su Ming’s eyes lit up.

”But,” Lin Yu’s tone shifted, becoming extremely grave, ”this method places extremely high demands on comprehension. The crucial points within it—a minute deviation leads to a massive error. Although you are intelligent, you have no protector. Once you take a wrong step, the light consequence would be shattered meridians; the severe consequence would be souls scattered to the winds, beyond all redemption.”

The joy instantly drained from Su Ming’s face, leaving his heart icy cold.

He did not doubt the truth of his master’s words in the slightest.

”What about the second one, Master?”

”The second is the method this master cultivated in the past.” Lin Yu’s voice became distant. ”This method is immensely powerful, but it requires the aid of many external objects and is bound to this master’s soul. If you cultivate it, you will become connected to this master’s energy aura. In the future, you will inevitably be implicated by this master’s karma, for good or ill, unpredictable.”

Lin Yu nodded furiously in his heart.

Yes, yes, that’s right! My method is called the ’Lazy Fish Lie-Flat Art.’ The prerequisite for cultivating it is finding a good disciple. You can’t learn it!

Su Ming fell silent.

He understood the implied meaning behind his master’s words.

The first path was self-study, but the risk was extremely high, almost a nine-deaths-one-life gamble.

The second path seemed to have the master as a guide, but it meant shouldering the immense, unknown karma on his master’s person. He would never forget the terrifying killing intent that had leaked from his master that night. The secret hidden behind it was absolutely beyond his imagination.

”Master, is there truly no third path?” Su Ming asked, his voice strained.

”There is.”

Lin Yu seemed to have been waiting for this very question.

”Disciple, do you still remember that dilapidated temple from that night?”

Su Ming’s pupils contracted. ”I remember.”

”The owner of the Wailing Woman Lantern placed that evil object there because he valued the earth vein’s Yin energy of that location. And according to what this master gleaned from the resentful spirit’s memories, that dilapidated temple is very likely the ruins of an ancient immortal sect.”

Immortal sect ruins!

These four words exploded in Su Ming’s mind like a thunderclap!

”You mean…”

”Precisely.” Lin Yu affirmed his thought. ”Within that mountain, it is highly likely that something left behind by that immortal sect is hidden. Perhaps a more foundational, safer introductory cultivation method. Perhaps some spirit stones or elixirs. It might even be a protective magical artifact.”

”Most importantly,” Lin Yu emphasized his tone, ”the spiritual energy of this well cannot last much longer. We must find a new source of spiritual energy. Otherwise, both you and I will sever this only path of cultivation.”

Su Ming’s heart began to beat violently.

He understood.

His master had laid out three paths before him, each leading to a completely different future.

The first was seeking his own death.

The second was deeply binding his fate with his master’s, with an uncertain future, and it required external objects, which now seemed the most impossible to achieve.

The third was to take the initiative, to fight for a more stable, broader future!

He hesitated almost not at all.

”Master, let’s go.” Su Ming raised his head, his gaze blazing. ”This disciple trusts your judgment.”

”However,” he added, ”since that place is a land of ill omen, we must make absolutely thorough preparations.”

Inside the ring, Lin Yu revealed a fatherly, gratified smile.

The boy is teachable! He knows to be cautious! My daily indoctrination of the Way of Survival hasn’t been in vain!