Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life-Chapter 38: A Real Pro in This Field

The night grew even deeper.

Su Ming remained seated cross-legged on that bluestone slab, but he felt the entire world had become different.

After he completely withdrew that warm "yang energy" within him back into the depths of his Dantian, he was like a person walking from a noisy marketplace into a silent mountain forest.

In the past, his own life aura was the first filter through which he perceived the world, constantly radiating outward and constantly interfering with his reception of the external environment.

Now, that filter had disappeared.

He could "hear" a cricket in the corner of the courtyard wall tirelessly rubbing its wings, every beat of that sound distinctly discernible. He could "smell" the scent of moist water vapor from the distant mountain stream carried on the gentle breeze. He could even "feel" the coolness, accumulated over years, deep within the bluestone beneath his feet, slowly creeping up his body strand by strand.

This sensation was too novel, too powerful.

Was this the world of cultivators?

He immersed himself in this entirely new experience for a long time, but then a thought uncontrollably surfaced.

It was too fast.

Everything happened too fast. From Master beginning to explain the Aura Concealment Art, to him mastering "Concealing Qi and Returning to Origin," it took barely an hour. This was completely different from the immortal techniques he imagined, which would require months or even years of arduous cultivation just to get started.

This defied common sense.

He was no heaven-defying prodigy; he had that much self-awareness.

"Master," Su Ming called out softly in his heart.

"Hmm?" Lin Yu's voice sounded somewhat lazy, carrying a trace of satisfaction.

Lin Yu thought to himself: "Not bad, not bad, the boy is teachable. Picking it up this fast saved me so much breath. Next, I just need him to permanently weld this state onto himself, and I can sleep soundly. The first step for a gold-standard bodyguard, secured!"

"Disciple has something he doesn't understand," Su Ming organized his words and cautiously asked, "I feel... I feel the process of learning this Aura Concealment Art was a bit strange. It didn't feel like I was struggling to learn it, more like... it drilled into my brain on its own. I was just following an already existing template and replicating it."

Inside the ring, Lin Yu's voice abruptly stopped.

(Inner thoughts: "Holy crap?!")

Lin Yu's soul trembled violently, almost jumping out of his "meditation" state.

This kid sensed it? Was his comprehension ability this ridiculously off the charts?

Lin Yu quickly reviewed the teaching process just now. He truly had just been desperately thinking about every detail of the Aura Concealment Art in his mind, from how to perceive yang energy, to how to guide it, to how to condense it into that "point" in the Dantian. He repeatedly rehearsed the entire process in his own mind, terrified of saying one wrong word and causing his precious disciple to cultivate his energy incorrectly.

His only thought at the time was: "Aiya, this thing can only be grasped intuitively, not explained. If only I could just stuff my thoughts directly into his brain..."

Wait!

Could it be... it really got stuffed in?

Lin Yu's soul fell into a strange state of stunned stupor.

Lin Yu thought to himself: "Damn, I have this function? Divine sense transmission? Isn't that the exclusive skill of big shots in novels? How would a corporate slave who died from overtime have this? Is it a buy-one-get-one-free perk from transmigrating? Or is it that this ring itself is a divine sense signal amplifier, and I accidentally turned on a personal hotspot and sent out the technique data packet?"

He felt he had discovered an incredible ability.

This was simply a teaching artifact! No longer needing to waste breath explaining what "energy sense" or "focusing intent on the Dantian" meant. Just package, send, and let the disciple download and experience it himself!

Lin Yu thought to himself: "No, no, gotta stay calm. Can't let the disciple think it's too easy. Need to package it, need to reflect the master's painstaking effort and profound mystery. Otherwise, he'll be asking me for 'technique data packets' every day in the future. Where would I get them for him? My soul isn't exactly wealthy to begin with. What if this thing consumes mana?"

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Lin Yu's mind.

"Ahem."

A light cough sounded in Su Ming's mind, interrupting his train of thought. Lin Yu's voice regained its profound tone, carrying a touch of the vicissitudes of someone who had been through it all.

"Disciple, do you know what 'divine sense transmission' is?"

"Disciple does not know," Su Ming answered honestly.

"Hmm. This is a method used by ancient cultivators. Using one's own soul as a medium, they directly imprint the essence of a technique and the insights of energy circulation into the consciousness sea of the recipient," Lin Yu said slowly, his tone flat, as if discussing a trivial matter.

Lin Yu thought to himself: "Learning and selling on the spot, that's the term! Sounds high-end!"

"This method may seem swift, but it is actually extremely perilous. First, it consumes a tremendous amount of the caster's soul power. Unless one's soul body is highly condensed, a single use is enough to severely damage their vitality."

Lin Yu thought to himself: "First, slap a weakness debuff on myself, indicating I worked hard, so don't push your luck."

"Second, the requirements for the recipient are also extremely stringent. If the recipient's will is not firm and their soul is weak, their consciousness sea will be instantly overwhelmed by the massive influx of information, leading to foolishness at best, or having their souls scattered to the winds at worst."

Lin Yu thought to himself: "Then give you a high hat, explaining it's not that I'm awesome, but that you have exceptional talent, which is why it succeeded. This way, you feel good, and I stay safe."

"Observing you these past days, meditating daily, honing your mind, your soul has already far surpassed your peers, exceptionally resilient. That is why I dared to take this risk, employ this dangerous method, to help you take the first step into the gate," Lin Yu's voice carried a perfectly measured touch of "satisfaction." "Fortunately, you did not disappoint me."

Su Ming listened, his heart and mind profoundly stirred.

So that was it!

So Master, to help him enter the gate quickly, actually went so far as to expend his soul power to perform such a perilous ancient secret technique for him!

And his ability to withstand it was also due to his unrelenting hard work these past days.

For a moment, Su Ming's heart was filled with gratitude, lingering fear, and a spark of excitement from being recognized.

"Master..." his voice was somewhat dry, "Disciple... has troubled you."

"It's nothing," Lin Yu said lightly. "You and I, master and disciple, are essentially one. Your safety is my safety. Now that you have learned 'concealment,' I can also sleep a little more soundly."

Lin Yu thought to himself: "Right, pension insurance, gotta be attentive! You're safe, then I can relax and lie flat... ahem, I mean, peacefully contemplate the great Dao of heaven and earth."

"However," Lin Yu's tone shifted, becoming serious, "divine sense transmission is, after all, an external force. You have only received the method of 'how to do it,' but lack the comprehension of 'why it is so.' What you must do now is to completely internalize this method, making it your instinct."

"Please instruct me, Master."

"Stand up."

Su Ming complied and stood up, his body still maintaining that "silent" state.

"Walk around the courtyard."

Su Ming took steps, slowly pacing in the small courtyard. He was amazed to discover that when he entered this state, his footsteps almost vanished. As his soles touched the ground, the force was dissipated in a marvelous way, not stirring a speck of dust.

"Go, lift that water bucket over there," Lin Yu directed.

Su Ming walked to the corner of the wall and bent down to lift the half-full bucket of water.

Subconsciously, he was about to use the strength of his waist and abdomen, but at the very moment he exerted force, that dormant "point of light" in his Dantian stirred slightly. A more refined, more condensed power surged from there, following a path he had never experienced before, instantly spreading throughout his limbs and entire body.

He felt he didn't use much strength, yet the heavy wooden bucket was lifted effortlessly, the entire process flowing with unbelievable smoothness.

Lin Yu thought to himself: "Hey, not bad! Comes with an energy-saving mode? This Aura Concealment Art isn't just a stealth module, it also comes with ergonomic optimization? Buy one get one free, a bloody bargain!"

"Did you feel it?" Lin Yu asked.

"I felt it," Su Ming's eyes sparkled. "Strength... seems to have become more obedient."

"This is the true wonder of 'Concealing Qi and Returning to Origin,'" Lin Yu explained. "Concealment is not dead silence, but gathering all scattered power back to one place. When you need it, this power can erupt instantly in the most efficient, most concealed manner. A true assassin does not hide themselves only at the moment they strike. With every breath, every heartbeat, they are preparing for that one strike."

"Disciple understands!" Su Ming was sincerely convinced.