Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life Chapter 154: Try It and You'll Know

Chen Ping looked into Su Ming's calm, unreadable eyes, and the anger in his heart inexplicably subsided a few degrees.

He snorted coldly, withdrawing the crushing pressure that had almost ground everyone into dust.

"Fine!"

"What a fine 'try it and you'll know'!"

He turned and casually pointed to the far corner of the hall, at a pile of discarded, most severely damaged formation plate fragnts.

That pile of stuff was less like fragnts and more like trash.

The formation plates had been violently blasted into pieces, their core runes completely obliterated, with even the formation bases showing irreparable cracks.

They were piled separately there, clearly the "scrap" that even the other nial post disciples had given up on.

"You fix those!"

"If you can repair... five of them by sunset."

He held up five fingers, then seed to think of sothing and shook his head disdainfully.

"No, as long as you can get three of them to operate stably."

"Then I'll believe Elder Ma didn't misjudge you!"

"If you can't..."

A flash of cold light glead in Chen Ping's eyes.

"Go back where you ca from! I will personally explain this to Elder Ma!"

The gazes of the surrounding nial post disciples looking at Su Ming had already turned into complete pity.

"He's done for, it's the stuff from that 'graveyard' pile."

"Never mind three, if he can even assemble one complete one, he's impressive."

Su Ming did not say another word.

He rely bowed once more to Chen Ping.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, he silently walked toward that pile of "scrap."

He did not rush to start like the other nial post disciples, picking up tools and beginning to piece things together.

He simply squatted down, reached out his hand, and slowly brushed it over the pile of cold, dust-covered fragnts.

His gaze quickly scanned every piece of debris.

Size.

Shape.

Material.

Pattern of the break.

Remaining traces of rune pathways.

Countless pieces of information flooded his mind.

"The third piece on the left, the Kun position formation corner, can perfectly match that diamond-shaped fragnt under your foot."

"That charred black piece in front to the right is the core remnant, but the internal 'Solidify' character rune base still exists, it can be utilized."

"Don't touch that largest piece! It was shattered by reverse spiritual energy, its internal structure is completely ruined!"

Su Ming's eyes remained as still as an ancient well.

His brain, with Lin Yu's assistance, instantly completed the classification, modeling, and deduction of the optimal repair plan for all the fragnts.

Three complete, feasible repair processes clearly appeared in his mind.

He stood up.

From the workbench nearby, he picked up a set of the most basic repair tools.

A spiritual energy engraving knife, a bottle of spiritual energy adhesive, and a small piece of blank spirit stone used to supplent the energy circuits.

He squatted down again and picked up the first fragnt.

He mobilized the wisp of weak spiritual energy within his body and channeled it into the engraving knife.

To outsiders, his movents seed sowhat clumsy, even awkward.

His grip on the knife was completely different from that of the skilled nial post disciples.

The spiritual energy he channeled was so faint it seed like it could sputter out at any mont.

"Sss..."

The tip of the engraving knife slid across the edge of the fragnt, producing a slight, not-so-smooth scraping sound.

From a corner, a nial post disciple let out a suppressed snicker.

"Look, he can't even hold the engraving knife steady."

"I thought he had so great skill, turns out he's just a smooth talker."

Chen Ping crossed his arms, watching coldly, the disdain in his eyes growing thicker.

However, no one noticed.

That seemingly clumsy stroke of Su Ming's knife—its landing point, its depth, its angle—were all precise to a shocking degree!

It perfectly shaved off that tiny bit of burr on the fragnt's edge caused by the break, making the entire fracture surface as smooth as a mirror.

Imdiately after, he picked up another fragnt.

Another seemingly clumsy stroke.

Two originally completely unrelated fragnts, after being processed by him, were gently fitted together.

"Click."

A nearly imperceptible soft sound.

The two fragnts actually fit together perfectly, seamless, as if they had originally been one piece!

"Huh?"

The nearest nial post disciple let out a sound of surprise.

Su Ming paid no attention.

His movents were still not fast.

But every ti he picked sothing up, every ti he engraved, every ti he joined pieces, carried a strange, flowing, natural rhythm.

Not a single superfluous movent.

Not a single waste of spiritual energy.

He was like the most precise machine, silently, efficiently, executing the perfect repair plan in his mind.

Gradually, the murmurs within the stone hall quieted down.

Everyone's gaze was involuntarily drawn to that corner, to that silent figure.

One piece.

Two pieces.

Ten pieces.

...

The ti it takes an incense stick to burn passed.

In Su Ming's hands, a "Bedrock Shield Formation" formation plate that had been nearly seventy percent damaged was miraculously reassembled into a complete outline!

Though it was covered with joining seams, like a warrior covered in scars.

Its "form" had returned!

Everyone held their breath.

Chen Ping's crossed arms had, at so unknown ti, slowly lowered.

For the first ti, a look of seriousness appeared in his eyes.

Su Ming took a deep breath and entered the most critical step.

—Reconstructing the core runes.

He carefully embedded that blank spirit stone into the groove at the center of the formation plate.

Then, he extended his index finger, using it in place of the engraving knife.

A wisp of pure cyan spiritual energy gathered at his fingertip, condensing into a point of faint light.

He closed his eyes.

In his mind, Lin Yu's voice, like the most precise trono, slowly sounded.

"Start the stroke, draw three parts spiritual energy, follow the 'Qian' position."

"Turn, halve the spiritual energy, connect the 'Li' position circuit."

"Pause the stroke, gather all your focus, ignite the 'Suppress' character core!"

Su Ming's finger moved.

His fingertip slowly traced across the surface of the blank spirit stone.

Brand new, soft cyan-glowing runes began to appear, bit by bit, on that small stone surface!

......

Ti flowed slowly amidst the spiritual light at his fingertips.

While the other nial post disciples were still scratching their heads over the blocked energy circuit of their first shield formation, a fully repaired formation plate already lay quietly by Su Ming's side.

That formation plate looked unremarkable.

The joining seams were clearly visible, the newly engraved runes had strokes utterly lacking in aesthetic appeal, compared to the original's smooth, ornate patterns, they looked like a child's scribbles.

But Su Ming didn't spare it another glance.

He rely placed it gently to the side, then picked up new fragnts from that pile of scrap.