Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Zhao Qianshan's body leaned back, the gust from his sleeve sweeping the filth and foam against the mountain walls to either side.

He dodged that disgusting clump, but he could not dodge the wave of stench that hit him.

He, a Foundation Grand Perfection cultivator who looked down on others like an immortal, had actually been smeared all over the face by a mortal ant with a handful of rotten mud mixed with corpse blood.

"Merely a mortal, how dare—"

But Su Ming was faster than him!

The broken sword in Su Ming's hand was driven, with every ounce of his strength, straight into Zhao Qianshan's heart!

The broken sword was plain and unadorned; Lin Yu had wrapped the original baleful aura with soul force, and the blade itself was covered in dark red rust.

"Overestimating yourself."

Zhao Qianshan snorted coldly in his mind. The spiritual shield thickened by several layers again, becoming as solid as blue-green glaze.

He could already foresee that in the next moment this scrap of metal would shatter against his shield, and the youth holding the sword would turn into a spray of blood mist.

But at that instant!

Every hair on Zhao Qianshan's body stood on end without warning!

Danger!

Lethal danger!

His spiritual senses screamed wildly, like facing an unparalleled ferocious beast awoken from the prehistoric wilds!

That pang of dread—he had only felt a trace of it once in his youth, when facing the Foundation-stage elder in his sect!

How could this be?!

This broken sword!

Zhao Qianshan had no time to think; the instinct to survive overwhelmed everything.

The blue-green shield before him instantly layered over a dozen more times, heavy and nearly substantial!

"Disciple! Now! Stab him, damn it!"

Su Ming's figure and that dark broken sword had already struck his shield.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

There was no explosion of colliding spiritual energy.

"Pfshhh..."

A sound so slight it was like a hot knife slicing into butter cut through the air.

Zhao Qianshan's prideful, supposedly impenetrable dozen-layer spiritual shield—capable of withstanding a full-force artifact strike—was fragile as tissue paper before that dark broken sword.

It was pierced easily, without hindrance.

Time seemed to slow to countless times its normal pace in that moment.

Zhao Qianshan could clearly see the sword tip of the broken blade drawing ever closer to his chest.

He could feel the annihilating aura on the tip that made his soul tremble.

He tried desperately to turn and dodge.

But the baleful energy had already locked onto his qi, and his body felt pressed by a colossal weight, moving as slowly as a crawling tortoise.

"No—!"

He cried a despairing roar.

In the next instant, a cold sensation transferred from his heart.

The broken sword sank into his chest.

That rust-stained broken blade, in an instant, became even darker.

The rust on the blade writhed like something alive, forming countless fine, indescribable black veins.

"An evil weapon!"

Zhao Qianshan screamed in horror, his voice changing pitch.

He finally recognized the origin of that thing!

This was not an artifact; it was a taboo created by tempering the resentments and baleful energy of living beings!

"Uaaaah!"

An indescribable agony, accompanied by an icy, violent black-red baleful energy, surged from the wound into Zhao Qianshan's body. Like a breached dam, it rampaged madly through the meridians he had always boasted about!

The moment his spiritual power met that baleful energy, it was like ice meeting a hot iron—instantly corroded, assimilated, shattered!

His Dantian Qihai roiled like a storm! 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Zhao Qianshan felt his body being torn and devoured from within by a frenzied beast!

"Get away!"

Under the twin shocks of terror and torment, he unleashed his last reserves, caring nothing for dignity, lifting his only movable left palm and slamming it with all his might into Su Ming's chest!

"Bang!"

A dull crack of bone sounded.

Su Ming's body flew backward like a broken sack. Midair, he coughed up a large mouthful of blood mixed with entrail fragments.

"Disciple!"

Lin Yu used soul force to form a buffer in front of Su Ming.

Even so, Su Ming was hurled more than a dozen zhang away, collapsing heavily onto the ground. His chest caved at a grotesque angle, ribs broken in countless places, and he immediately lost consciousness.

On the other side, Zhao Qianshan's condition was even more miserable.

He tore the sword from his chest and threw it to the ground as if it were a poisonous object.

A fist-sized blood hole gaped in his chest, the edges scorched black, and wave after wave of black-red baleful energy crawled like bone-eating maggots, burrowing crazily into his body.

His complexion shifted constantly between green, white, and black. The transcendent, immortal aura he once possessed was gone, replaced by a grotesque, contorted ferocity.

"Pf!"

He spat a mouthful of black blood, and his breath visibly withered away.

The Foundation Grand Perfection cultivation he had relied on crashed down like an avalanche under the overwhelming baleful energy!

Late Foundation... mid Foundation... early Foundation...

In the end, he barely stabilized at a level not much stronger than Qi Refining Grand Perfection!

His combat strength was reduced to a tenth at best!

"You little bastard... I'll make you... unable to live, unable to die!"

Zhao Qianshan clutched his chest, staring hard at the unconscious Su Ming in the distance, his eyes erupting with endless malice and killing intent.

He no longer cared about the Yongchang Marquis' assignment.

He only wanted to seize the youth who had ruined his path and torment him cruelly for seven days and nights!

More importantly, that baleful weapon!

Though broken, its power was enough to drive any cultivator insane!

If he could obtain it and find a way to refine it, he could not only recover his injuries but perhaps—perhaps even glimpse the way to Golden Core!

Greed instantly outweighed the pain.

He struggled to his feet and staggered, step by step, toward Su Ming.

At that moment, a whisper so faint it was almost imperceptible sounded in the depths of Su Ming's mind.

"Wake... wake up... disciple... run..."

It was Lin Yu's voice.

His soul body had already grown transparent, as if it could dissipate at any moment; his voice barely breathed.

"Run... into the woods... use... use the Greenwood Longevity Art... to hang on to your life..."

The near-death agony and his master's anxious summons dragged Su Ming from the boundless darkness.

He opened his eyes to see Zhao Qianshan advancing like a demon.

The instinct to survive drove him to force the last trace of spiritual power.

The Greenwood Longevity Art!

A faint, life-filled warm current painfully flowed through his shattered meridians, protecting his cardiac channel and keeping him from instantly dying.

He used every ounce of strength, hands and feet both, to crawl backward, then rolled and, reckless, plunged into the dense forest beside him.

"Still trying to run?!"

Seeing this, Zhao Qianshan roared. He no longer bothered to restrain his wounds, forcing a breath and giving chase.