Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life Chapter 391: Interdisciplinary Analysis

Liu Cheng let out a chuckle and waved his hands repeatedly.

"I never said that. You'll have to figure that out yourself, True Disciple Su."

Within his Sea of Consciousness, Lin Yu's voice rang out lazily.

"Disciple, your Master is just making use of waste. Luo Feng is a bomb fanatic; if he went, he'd only scare the spirit beasts. You, who cultivate the Like Water Art, have a calm aura, like a mobile pool of water, which attracts small animals the most. Who else would he send but you?"

Su Ming replied in his mind, "Master, the Grand Elder just gave his promise. Why does your tone still sound so sour?"

"This is called being prepared for danger in tis of peace." Lin Yu snorted. "You've latched onto a big thigh, but you still have to do the usual work. Your title as a True Disciple is earned through your labor."

The three of them turned a corner around a mountain spur.

Suddenly, the sound of a heated argunt drifted from up ahead.

Su Ming looked up.

Before a courtyard half-covered by vines stood three people. One of them, wearing the gray robe of a Beast Peak nial, had a flushed face and was fiercely clutching a bamboo basket to his chest.

The other two wore the white robes of Heavenly Sword Peak, with two crossed small swords embroidered on their cuffs.

The white-robed youth in front had a taut expression, one hand gripping his sword hilt, his knuckles white.

"You nial are so ignorant of the rules! I offered three hundred spirit stones for this unfledged Red Feather Wind Sparrow—that's already a sky-high price. How dare you hold onto it and refuse to sell?"

The gray-robed nial stomped his foot in frustration.

"Senior Brother Zhao, it's not that I don't want to sell! This Wind Sparrow absorbed Earth Fire Miasma last night, and its spiritual ridians are already disrupted. True Disciple Qin ordered it to stay at Beast Peak for seven days of treatnt. If you take it away now, it won't survive until tomorrow!"

"Nonsense!"

Zhao Kuo sneered coldly.

"My Heavenly Sword Peak's sword qi is the best for tempering the body. A little bit of Earth Fire Miasma—once I take it back, my master can force it out with a bit of sword intent. You're making excuses; are you planning to keep it to sell to soone else at a higher price?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, releasing a sharp spiritual pressure at the eighth level of Qi Refining, pressing down on the nial.

The gray-robed nial was only a low-level disciple at the third level of Qi Refining. Struck by this pressure, his legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, sending the bamboo basket tumbling half out of his grasp.

A weak, mournful chirp ca from the basket.

Liu Cheng's expression changed. He quickly stepped forward, blocking the nial.

"Zhao Kuo! This is the core area of Beast Peak. Your Heavenly Sword Peak people have no right to run wild here!"

Zhao Kuo stopped in his tracks, his gaze sweeping over Liu Cheng.

"Steward Liu. I'm just conducting business by the rules. Your Beast Peak opens its doors for trade—how can you turn away custors?"

Liu Cheng was about to retort when a hand reached from behind and pressed down on his shoulder.

Su Ming stepped forward.

Zhao Kuo's gaze passed over Liu Cheng and landed on Su Ming. When he saw the purple Daoist robe, his pupils contracted, and his eyes fixed on the Seven Stars Flowing Cloud pattern.

"Formation Peak... Su Ming?"

Zhao Kuo's voice was laced with obvious hostility. At the Passing of the Fla morial, Wang Gang of Heavenly Sword Peak had been forced back by Ling Shuang's single sword strike—that incident had spread throughout Heavenly Sword Peak. As a result, everyone on Heavenly Sword Peak harbored ill will toward Formation Peak.

Su Ming ignored Zhao Kuo.

He crouched down, his gaze falling on the bamboo basket.

Inside was a fist-sized fledgling. Its sparse, reddish feathers were patchy, and it was breathing rapidly with its eyes closed. At the edge of its beak, a faint, abnormal purplish-black hue was visible.

Su Ming extended his right index finger, and at the tip, a faint, deep-blue water light flickered to life.

The water light didn't touch the fledgling directly but hovered a few inches above its head.

"This bird, you cannot take away."

Su Ming stood up, looking straight at Zhao Kuo.

"You, a Formation Peak True Disciple, sure have a wide reach." Zhao Kuo ground his teeth. "You say I can't take it, so I can't?"

"Using Heavenly Sword Peak's sword intent to force out the poison can indeed expel the Earth Fire Miasma."

Su Ming's tone was flat, without any fluctuation.

"But this Red Feather Wind Sparrow not only absorbed the Earth Fire Miasma, it also has a trace of unabsorbed accompanying fire poison in its body. Sword intent is of the tal elent, and Fire overcos tal. If you thrust your proud sword intent into it, it will instantly ignite the fire poison within its heart ridians."

Su Ming paused.

"Within three breaths at most, this bird will explode into a lump of bloody at in your hands. Then, you'll have spent three hundred spirit stones on a pile of minced flesh, and you'll also earn a reputation for slaughtering a spirit bird. If Senior Brother Zhao thinks that's a good deal, feel free to take it."

Zhao Kuo's breath caught for half a beat.

He knew absolutely nothing about spirit beast dical theory; he just urgently needed a fire-attribute spirit bird to aid in his sword technique training. Being bombarded with Su Ming's professional jargon, he started to feel uncertain.

"You... you're just fearmongering here! A formation arranger, what do you know about spirit beasts?"

"Since Senior Brother Zhao doesn't believe ."

Su Ming turned to look at Liu Cheng.

"Steward Liu, please use the 'Spirit Guiding Hand' to probe this bird's triple burner ridians."

Liu Cheng was taken aback. The Spirit Guiding Hand was the most basic examination technique at Beast Peak. He imdiately crouched down, gathered a soft ball of Wood-attribute spiritual energy at his fingertip, and gently pressed it on the Wind Sparrow's abdon.

The fledgling shuddered violently, its beak snapping open.

A drop of dark red, foul-slling, sticky liquid was vomited from its beak, landing on the hay at the bottom of the bamboo basket, instantly burning a black hole through it.

Seeing that black hole, the muscles on Zhao Kuo's face twitched a few tis.

If he had actually used his sword intent to force it out just now...

He said not another word. Shooting a fierce glare at Su Ming, he turned on his heel and stord off, his accompanying disciple quickly following.

The gray-robed nial scrambled to his feet and repeatedly thanked Su Ming.

Liu Cheng stood up, looking at Su Ming with a changed expression.

"True Disciple Su, you even understand our Beast Peak's spiritual ridian diagnostics?"

"Just read a few random books."

Su Ming made a casual excuse.

In his Sea of Consciousness, Lin Yu spoke up smugly.

"Random books my ass. The concentration of fire spiritual energy in that bird's abdon is shaped exactly like the formation core of an Explosive Fla Formation. The spiritual energy flow is obstructed, piling up in a dead spot—a single spark and it blows. This is called 'everything can be a formation.' Disciple, learn from your teacher's interdisciplinary analytical skills."

Su Ming replied in his mind, "Master is wise."

Liu Cheng beca even more respectful, bowing lower as he led the way.

Qin Yi's cave dwelling was beneath a cliff at the deepest part of Beast Peak.

There were no neatly trimd courtyard walls here. Dozens of spirit beast nests of varying sizes were scattered around the cave dwelling. So were built in the treetops, others dug into earthen mounds.

As soon as Su Ming stepped into this area, he felt dozens of gazes land on him.

There was no hostility. Only pure curiosity.

Qin Yi was squatting under a centuries-old pine tree.

He wore a coarse linen robe that had been washed to a faded white, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was surrounded by a group of furry spirit beast cubs, including a snow rabbit with two tails and a pangolin with scales covering its back.

Qin Yi was locking eyes with a small, fiery red fox.

Man and fox, staring at each other with wide eyes.