Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Relying on the True Disciple purple robe that symbolized his identity, Su Ming passed through unimpeded. After communicating with Qin Yi via a communication talisman, he arrived directly at the Spirit Beast Hall in the core area of Beast Peak.

The moment he stepped into the spacious hall, Su Ming came to a halt.

In the center of the hall, Second Senior Brother Qin Yi was crouched beside a stone bed covered in white spirit cotton. Before him lay a massive, listless second-rank spirit crane. A gash nearly a foot long had been torn into its right wing by some extremely sharp blade, the wound so deep the bone was visible. Blood had already stained half its body’s feathers a dark crimson.

Hearing footsteps, Qin Yi turned his head to glance at Su Ming. He didn’t speak, only giving a slight nod to indicate he should wait a moment, before focusing his attention back on the crane’s wound.

Su Ming didn’t disturb him. He stood silently about ten yards away.

With nothing to do, he quietly activated the *Like Water Art*. A faint, deep-blue glow flickered in the depths of his pupils as he entered the *Observation Micro State* to carefully study Qin Yi’s healing process.

In Su Ming’s microscopic vision, a mass of exceptionally pure, verdant-green Wood-attribute spiritual energy was swirling around Qin Yi’s slender, pale-white fingertips. This energy didn’t forcibly stimulate flesh regeneration like ordinary Wood spells; instead, it seeped into the crane’s torn skin and muscle fiber by fiber, like a gentle spring rain moistening everything silently.

Su Ming was secretly amazed. He could clearly see that the Wood spiritual energy Qin Yi injected into the crane’s body had formed an extremely tiny yet complex closed cycle of spiritual energy circulation right inside the wound! It was as if he had directly inscribed a *Miniature Revitalization Formation* within the flesh and blood using spiritual energy alone.

This formation not only isolated the external fire-poison infection but also continuously stimulated and guided the crane’s own life-force origin, slowly repairing its severed meridians and muscles.

“Such exquisite control…” Su Ming calculated silently in his mind. “If I applied this technique—combining medical principles with micro-level spiritual energy control—to repairing subtle nodes in formations, it would achieve the same effect through different methods.”

Just as Su Ming was quietly deducing the process, he felt a slight movement on his left shoulder.

Turning his head, he saw that Shadow, who had been behaving perfectly still, was now craning its neck, its pure golden eyes fixed intently on the green spiritual energy at Qin Yi’s fingertips. It even tilted its little head slightly, mimicking Su Ming’s posture, and deep in its pupils, a faint trace of deep-blue runic light flickered rapidly.

Was it observing? Or imitating?

A chill ran through Su Ming’s heart. The laws imprinted by Master not only granted it instincts for assassination but seemed to have greatly accelerated its ability to comprehend the flow of heavenly spiritual energy.

After about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, Qin Yi finally withdrew his hands. He let out a long, slow exhale of turbid qi. The spirit crane let out a soothing, low cry; the once-deep wound had completely closed, leaving only a faint pink scar.

Qin Yi stood up and finally turned to walk toward Su Ming.

“A scout crane withdrawn from the front lines,” Qin Yi said with a gentle smile. “It was badly injured by a wind-blade talisman. Took a bit of effort to treat.” His gaze naturally fell on the black ball perched on Su Ming’s shoulder.

“Come here, let me see how the little one’s recovering.”

Qin Yi held out his hands.

Shadow remained wary of Qin Yi, but perhaps because the pure Wood spiritual energy emanating from him felt soothing, after Su Ming gently nudged its back with his finger, it reluctantly hopped into Qin Yi’s palm.

Qin Yi’s examination was extremely professional. First, he used his thumb and index finger to gently yet irresistibly pry open the base of Shadow’s wings, inspecting the skin color and distribution of spiritual energy apertures beneath the layer of fine black down. Next, he scraped his fingernail lightly against Shadow’s sharp little claws, testing their hardness and the curvature of their barbs. Finally, he abruptly tossed it upward.

Shadow let out a startled cry as it was flung into the air, instinctively spreading its wings.

Qin Yi joined his fingers like a sword and swept a faint breeze spell toward the air. The gust instantly disrupted the airflow balance around Shadow.

Shadow wobbled violently midair, but only for an instant. It quickly adjusted the tilt of its tail feathers and, leveraging the chaotic wind, traced an eerily sharp zigzag through the air before landing steadily back on Su Ming’s shoulder.

“Incredible.” Qin Yi withdrew his hand, undisguised admiration in his eyes. “Its bones are as dense as Mystic Iron, its meridians are far broader than those of its peers, and that instinctive control of the airflow just now was nothing short of brilliant. Little Junior Brother, you’ve raised it exceptionally well. The bloodline is purer than I expected—absolutely pure to the core!”

Su Ming humbly cupped his hands in a bow. “All thanks to Second Senior Brother’s Enlightening Pill and provisions.”

Just as they were speaking, an extremely proud crane call echoed from deep within the hall.

Su Ming turned to look. By the spirit spring pool inside the Spirit Beast Hall stood several massive spirit cranes. Among them, one was the largest—a white crane with a striking red crown atop its head. It cast a haughty, sidelong glance at the pitch-black, scruffy little thing on Su Ming’s shoulder.

That look was like a noble from the mortal world gazing at a beggar by the roadside, dripping with contempt. Then it proudly turned its long neck away and resumed preening its feathers.

This white crane’s aura was at least at peak first-rank, only a hair’s breadth from the Foundation Establishment stage second-rank.

Before Su Ming could even look away, he felt a sudden lightness on his shoulder.

“Chirp!”

A short, provocative cry rang through the hall.

Shadow had already transformed into a black blur! The law of the *Concealment* rune, imprinted by Lin Yu, had been passively triggered at that moment. Its form seemed to melt into the shadows of its surroundings midair, moving so fast that even the white crane didn’t react in time.

“Thud.”

A very faint sound.

Shadow, no bigger than a fist, had recklessly landed directly on the back of that massive white crane!

The hall fell silent for one second.

Then.

“Screech—!!!”

The white crane let out an earsplitting, furious cry. As a high-blooded spirit fowl of the Spirit Beast Hall, when had it ever suffered such utter humiliation? To be stepped on by a chick that hadn’t even grown its feathers in?

The white crane’s snow-white feathers instantly bristled like steel needles. Its massive wings flapped violently, stirring up a fierce gale within the hall. Its long, sharp beak shot forward like an arrow released from a bowstring, aiming at the black clump on its own back from an extremely tricky angle, ready to peck down hard!

If that peck landed, even a stone would be gouged out.

Su Ming’s expression shifted slightly, and he was about to intervene.

Yet, facing the lethal strike, Shadow showed no intention of dodging. Just as the crane’s beak was about to touch its feathers, Shadow’s claws twisted against the crane’s back in an eerily unnatural motion.

Its body shifted sideways by less than an inch along the blind spot of the wind created by the crane’s peck, defying all logic.

The crane’s beak grazed the very edge of its feathers. With a sharp crack, the white crane struck its own back bone hard, letting out another pained cry.