Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life-Chapter 234: This Place Is Our Safe Haven

Su Ming stepped with Yu Steps, his figure darting through the stone chamber like a swimming fish. With each step he took, a formation flag silently sank into the ground.

"The Qian position governs the intake of energy. Set up a 'filtration valve' to block poisonous miasma and probing divine senses."

"The Kun position governs the earth veins. Set up a 'pressure stabilization pool' to harmonize fluctuations in the earth's energy."

"The Kan position governs the water source. Draw upon the stream before the door to form a circulating flow of living water."

As the final formation flag settled, Su Ming clasped his hands to form a seal and pressed them firmly onto the core point on the ground.

"Activate!"

*Hum—*

An extremely faint tremor sounded.

It wasn't the brilliant flash of spiritual light typical of a formation activating, but a gentle, undulating fluctuation akin to ripples on water.

The air inside the cave dwelling began to flow slowly.

A faint, visible mist rose from the ground, flowing along the floor before dissipating into the air. The temperature in the originally somewhat stuffy stone chamber quickly dropped, stabilizing at an extremely comfortable level.

More crucially, it was the perception of divine sense.

Su Ming tried to extend his divine sense outward and discovered that the edges of the cave dwelling seemed to be covered by an invisible yet pliable "water membrane."

This water membrane didn't block forcefully, but it made the transmission of divine sense from inside to outside become blurred and sluggish.

Looking out from the inside, one could vaguely perceive the outlines of the outside world. But peering in from the outside, one would only sense a hazy, soft, and constantly undulating "water vapor" spiritual light, making it difficult to discern the specific situation and figures within.

"Integrating defense, spirit gathering, early warning, and climate regulation into one." Lin Yu grunted with satisfaction twice. "Even if a Foundation Establishment cultivator's divine sense sweeps over, they'll only sense a blur of water vapor. Unless they force their way in, they won't be able to see the true situation inside."

Su Ming wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, feeling the warm and gentle spiritual energy environment surrounding him. A weight lifted from his heart, replaced by a solid sense of security.

With this tailor-made "Minor Heavenly Cycle Water Rhythm Formation," this cave dwelling deep within Clear Stream Valley could truly be considered his own territory.

At that moment, Wang Defa's voice came from outside the cave dwelling. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Hall Master, the boxes and miscellaneous items in the outer area have been mostly put away. Old Li is taking inventory of the materials we brought. Ah Sheng is asking what to do with that abandoned spiritual field?"

Su Ming straightened his robes and walked out of the cave dwelling.

The sky had already darkened. Several night pearls hung by Wang Defa on an old tree in the courtyard cast a soft, hazy light.

The courtyard had been cleaned up, weeds removed, and the ground paved with neat bluestone slabs. The brothers from the Repair Hall stood in the courtyard, all sweating profusely from exhaustion, yet smiles hung on their faces.

"Let's go take a look at the field."

Su Ming led everyone to the eastern side of the courtyard.

There was originally a spiritual field of about half a *mu*. Having been abandoned for too long, it had severely depleted its spiritual energy and looked no different from ordinary wasteland.

Zhang Asheng was squatting on the field ridge, a clump of soil in his hand, his brow furrowed tightly.

"Hall Master." Seeing Su Ming approach, Zhang Asheng quickly stood up and patted the dirt from his hands. "This land... is a bit poor. If we try to grow high-grade spiritual herbs, they probably won't survive. If we force them to mature using a Spirit Gathering Array, it would waste too many spirit stones."

"Who said anything about planting high-grade spiritual herbs?"

Su Ming squatted down, pulled out several rough small cloth pouches from his storage pouch, opened them one by one, and showed them to Zhang Asheng.

Zhang Asheng looked under the moonlight and was stunned. "Hemostatic Grass? Heart-Clearing Orchid? And... this is the most common Insect-Repelling Grass? Hall Master, you can grab handfuls of these things in the wild outside the mountain gates. You can buy a whole basket for ten contribution points. Why would we grow them ourselves? It's not even worth the effort."

These were the cheapest, most worthless things in the cultivation world, found all over the mountains and fields. Any cultivator with a bit of wealth would disdain growing them.

"Ah Sheng, remember this."

Su Ming grabbed a handful of soil and gently crumbled it. "We're not farming to sell for money. This field is in a conspicuous location. If we plant treasures like Purple Ganoderma or Vermilion Fruit, it's like writing 'I'm very rich' on our foreheads."

"Then..." Zhang Asheng seemed to understand but not quite.

"Just plant these." Su Ming patted the soil off his hands and stood up. "Just plant these low-level spiritual plants that are found everywhere in the mountains and fields, the most inconspicuous, cheapest ones. Don't plant them too neatly, no need to arrange them in rows. Mimic their wild appearance—a cluster here, a patch there, growing sparsely, half-dead is best. From a distance, this will look like a barren corner of land where a lazy owner barely planted something to fool the sect's inspections."

Su Ming stood up and clapped his hands. "On the other hand, while these low-grade spiritual herbs aren't valuable, they are essential for refining basic elixirs. In the future, if our Repair Hall wants to try refining our own 'dissolving gel' and 'solidifying liquid' for repairing formation plates, the consumption of these herbs will be massive. Being self-sufficient means we won't have to rely on others."

Zhang Asheng listened and nodded repeatedly, a trace of admiration appearing in his eyes. "I understand! The Hall Master is thinking far ahead. I'll get right on it. I'll make sure they grow as naturally as the weeds on a mass grave!"

After arranging the miscellaneous tasks, Su Ming called Wang Defa, Old Li, and Zhang Asheng to the stone table in the courtyard.

Su Ming took out several jars of wine from his storage pouch.

"Tonight, we don't discuss official business. We just drink." Su Ming broke the clay seal and filled bowls for the three men.

The aroma of wine wafted through the air.

Wang Defa picked up his bowl, his eyes slightly red. "Hall Master, to be honest, when you first took over the Repair Hall, I truly never imagined we'd have a day like today. Back then, we were just a bunch of good-for-nothings waiting to die. Who would have thought that now when we go out, even outer sect disciples have to be polite to us."

Old Li took a big gulp of wine and wiped his mouth. "Hall Master, from now on, wherever you point, we'll fight. Selling our lives for you is worth it!"

Su Ming raised his wine bowl and clinked it with the three of them, his gaze clear and bright. "We're not selling our lives. We want to live well. The Repair Hall is our foundation and our protective talisman. In the future, whether I'm in the hall or not, the rules cannot be broken, and the quality cannot drop."

That night, the lights in Clear Stream Valley stayed lit for a long time.

It wasn't until the moon reached the middle of the sky that the slightly tipsy trio, supporting each other, finally departed.