Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life Chapter 193: Disperse Cultivation and Start Anew

At the entrance to the first floor of the Transmission Pavilion.

The swirling grey vortex slowly stopped, solidifying once more into a heavy greenstone gate.

Su Ming's figure stepped out from the doorway.

Although only a short hour had passed, the aura he exuded felt as if he had undergone a complete transformation.

His divine sense was extrely fatigued from consecutively imprinting three cultivation thods, his temples even throbbing, yet his eyes had beco increasingly restrained and profound.

The *Like Water Art* was the root, nourishing body and mind, like water benefiting all things.

The *Spirit Nourishing True Explanation* was the repaynt, nourishing his ntor's kindness, guarding the soul from perishing.

The *True aning of Basic Rune Deconstruction* was the technique, the foundation for establishing his path, deconstructing the myriad thods of the world.

With these three thods integrated into his being, Su Ming felt the path ahead had never been so clear.

"Young man."

A hoarse voice sounded behind him.

Su Ming turned to see that mysterious Library Guardian had materialized once more, at so unknown ti.

His face remained indistinct, only those eyes, peering through the mist, gave Su Ming a deep look.

"The path you've chosen... is quite special."

The Library Guardian raised a withered hand. A plain token, neither tal nor wood and devoid of any patterns, drifted lightly to float before Su Ming.

"Hold this token. It exempts you from contribution points, allowing you to borrow the starlight power of the Transmission Pagoda for one hour each month within the sensing area outside the pagoda, to aid in comprehending the *Like Water Art*."

Su Ming was shocked. This was an imnse opportunity! The starlight power of the Transmission Pagoda was said to contain the Dao resonance accumulated by the Cloud Hidden Sect over ten thousand years, providing an unimaginable boost to comprehending cultivation thods.

"Senior, this..."

"This is recognition of your choice of the 'foundation' path." The Library Guardian's figure began to fade. "In this world, there are too many clever people, and too few willing to put in the hard, 'dumb' work. Go now."

Just as he was about to vanish completely, he left behind one last phrase, ethereal as smoke:

"The path of the soul is mysterious and arduous. Be cautious, value it. Do not... lose yourself."

Su Ming's heart tightened, knowing this senior had discerned sothing about the *Spirit Nourishing True Explanation* and was offering guidance.

He solemnly stored the token and bowed deeply towards that empty space. "This disciple will rember your teachings."

......

Returning to the "safe room."

Su Ming sat cross-legged in the center of the simple Spirit Gathering Array. The jade slip recording the *Like Water Art* held between his fingertips emitted a faint blue light, casting shifting shadows on his face.

"Made up your mind?"

Lin Yu's voice sounded in his mind, lacking its usual banter, carrying a rare seriousness. "This is no joke. Even though your original *Greenwood Longevity Art* was practiced half-heartedly, at least it let you run and jump, allowing you to survive in this Cloud Hidden Sect that devours people without spitting out the bones until now."

Su Ming didn't speak, just gently rubbed the cool surface of the jade slip.

Third-stage Qi Refining.

This was the cultivation level he had painstakingly scraped together after falling off the cliff, in that icy river water, relying on survival instinct and that ager wood-attribute spiritual energy.

Every strand of spiritual energy contained his fear of death and his desire to live.

Now, he had to personally destroy it.

"Master," Su Ming suddenly spoke, his voice sowhat dry, "If dispersing my cultivation fails..."

"No 'if'," Lin Yu cut him off, his tone turning rigid.

"With here, you won't die. At worst, we start over from scratch. You're young anyway, your life has just begun. Besides, your wood-attribute spiritual energy is like putting gasoline in a diesel engine; it might run for a while, but it'll blow the cylinder sooner or later. Old Man Ma might look like a pyramid sche leader, but that *Mirror of Heaven Appraisal* doesn't lie. Your body is naturally a vessel ant for 'water'."

Su Ming took a deep breath. The hesitation in his eyes gradually gave way to a kind of resolve.

Better a sharp pain than a lingering one.

Rather than clinging to a leaky old boat that might sink at any mont, it's better to swap it for a submarine that can withstand storms while still in the harbor.

"This disciple... understands."

Su Ming closed his eyes, his hands forming a strange seal—the "Dispersion Guidance" recorded at the beginning of the *Like Water Art*.

"Begin," Lin Yu's voice held a trace of nervous teasing. "The process might be a bit... stimulating. Endure it, don't cry out. That silent guy surnad Li next door has sharp ears."

The corner of Su Ming's mouth twitched into a strained curve. Then, he focused his mind and fiercely activated the technique.

Boom!

The wood-attribute spiritual energy that had been flowing gently through his ridians suddenly beca like an enraged venomous snake, madly thrashing and charging around inside his body. The sensation wasn't like spiritual energy dissipating; it was more like soone was taking a blunt knife and slowly scraping his bones from within his ridians.

"Ugh..."

Su Ming grunted, his entire body suddenly curling into a shrimp-like ball.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through his grey nial disciple robe. The veins on his forehead bulged like earthworms, throbbing violently.

Pain.

Pain that penetrated to the marrow.

It was a feeling of despair, watching his own power drain away, his body gradually becoming empty and weak.

Mid third-stage Qi Refining...

Early third-stage Qi Refining...

As spiritual energy flooded out from his pores like a breached dam, Su Ming's aura visibly plumted.

That vibrant wood-attribute power was forcibly stripped away. His ridians transmitted a dry, tearing sensation, like a long-dried riverbed cracking under the scorching sun.

"Steady your mind!" Lin Yu shouted sharply. "Don't cling to that power! Out with the old, in with the new! Empty your ridians! Imagine yourself as an empty bottle!"

Su Ming clenched his jaw tightly, the taste of rust-like blood filling his mouth. He forced himself not to resist that feeling of weakness, but to follow the force of the dissipation, expelling the last trace of wood-attribute spiritual energy from his body.

He didn't know how long it lasted. Perhaps an instant, perhaps an eternity.

When the last green speck of light dissipated into the air, Su Ming collapsed limply to the ground, looking as if he had just been fished out of water.

Second-stage Qi Refining.

No, right now, his ridians were completely empty. Aside from his body, which had been tempered by spiritual energy and was still sowhat sturdy, his internal spiritual energy reserves were even less than those of a newly initiated child.

That sense of falling from the clouds into the mud was enough to make anyone with an unstable mind break down on the spot.

"Now!"

Lin Yu's voice suddenly rose sharply. "Guide the spiritual energy to circulate according to the *Like Water Art* ridians! Quickly!"

Su Ming's previously unfocused pupils suddenly sharpened.

Struggling, he sat up straight. Ignoring the phantom pains still echoing in his ridians, his hands rapidly changed seals, assuming the cultivation posture of the *Like Water Art*.

"The highest good is like water, water benefits all things without contention..."

He silently recited the scripture flowing through his heart.

Whoosh—

As if sensing a summons, the ambient water-attribute spiritual energy around Courtyard D-7 suddenly surged towards him like wandering children finding their ho.

Unlike the vibrant, even sowhat wild and restless growth of wood-attribute spiritual energy.

The mont the water-attribute spiritual energy entered his body, Su Ming couldn't help but shiver.

Cold.

Bone-chilling cold.

Imdiately after, ca an indescribable sense of moistening nourishnt.