[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-transmigrated-into-a-grandpa-embracing-the-laid-":3,"chapter-transmigrated-into-a-grandpa-embracing-the-laid--transmigrated-into-a-grandpa-embracing-the-laid--chapter-116":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1332051,1770,"Chapter 116: I Have a Secret","transmigrated-into-a-grandpa-embracing-the-laid--chapter-116",116,"\u003Cp>His divine sense, like the most precise instrument, swept over the heap of corpses once more, and for the last time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he slowed his pace, raising the precision of his divine sense to the utmost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When his divine sense passed over Su Ming’s “corpse” again, he finally detected an extremely faint, almost negligible anomaly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the “corpse”’s heartbeat had stopped, his muscles retained a kind of… a very subtle elasticity only a living person would have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dead bodies’ muscles are rigid, or slack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a living person, even when pretending to be dead, still keeps a subconscious, ready-to-strike tension deep in the muscles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary mortals could not perceive such a difference, and even common Qi Refining cultivators could not tell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to Zhao Qianshan at Foundation Grand Perfection, it was like a speck of dust in the night—tiny, but undeniably there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Interesting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not immediately expose it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly lowered his body and walked casually to Su Ming’s “corpse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extended his foot and pressed Su Ming’s finger with the tip of his boot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How long do you plan to keep playing dead, little bug?” His voice was soft, laced with mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Su Ming’s heart felt as if gripped by an icy hand, nearly stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exposed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know where his flaw had shown, but he knew his greatest reliance—playing dead—had failed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Run!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the only thought in Su Ming’s mind!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant Zhao Qianshan finished speaking, Su Ming’s tensed body, like a compressed spring, suddenly exploded!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not spring up. Instead, he rolled on the spot, using all his strength to thrust the half-broken blade in his hand like lightning toward Zhao Qianshan’s ankle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When surrounded, strike another to save your ally! Attack to relieve!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For ordinary warriors facing an unbeatable enemy, this was the only way to survive!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of surprise passed through Zhao Qianshan’s eyes; he had not expected this “little bug” to attack instead of wetting himself in fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not even move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint cyan shield of spiritual energy flashed at his ankle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broken blade struck the shield as if hitting ten-thousand-year black iron, producing a crisp sound. The massive countershock shattered Su Ming’s Tiger’s Gate, blood gushing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using that recoil, Su Ming’s body was flung backward. He kicked hard against the ground; like an arrow loosed from a bow, he shot toward the dense forest on the valley side without turning his head!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Trying to run?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qianshan laughed, the derision in it like a cat playing with a mouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not pursue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only snapped his finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The jade-green flying sword transformed into a streak of light and instantly caught up with Su Ming. It did not pierce his vitals; instead, it struck the ground ahead of him with a thunderous crash, carving a trench several feet deep!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gravel flew, dust billowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive shock threw Su Ming to the ground. He rolled several times before stopping, every bone in his body feeling disjointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did I tell you to run?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qianshan’s voice sounded like a specter behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Ming whipped his head back and saw that Zhao Qianshan, when had he gotten there, was three steps behind, looking down at him. His gaze was like watching a moth flail on a spiderweb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Ming’s heart dropped to the bottom of a ravine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speed, power, reaction—complete, all-around domination!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Foundation Grand Perfection!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Disciple! Don’t give up! Use the short sword in the ring later!” Lin Yu’s voice roared frantically in Su Ming’s head. “He’s playing with you right now! This is our only chance!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of the lethal weapon Lin Yu had shown him streaked across Su Ming’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t draw it immediately, because he knew once he revealed it, he would lose his last trump card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struggled to his feet, face stained with blood and dust, eyes fixed on Zhao Qianshan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you? Why do you seek our deaths?” Su Ming’s voice was hoarse; he was stalling, his brain racing to find the smallest sliver of hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t need to know.” Zhao Qianshan shook his head, as if conversing with a dying insect bored him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Merely carrying out orders, loyal service to a client.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Yongchang Marquis?” Su Ming blurted out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, Zhao Qianshan’s brow twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re clever.” He nodded, acknowledging it. “Unfortunately, clever people die faster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because you know far too much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand. The jade-green flying sword emitted a faint hum, floating at his fingertip, the tip pointing toward Su Ming’s brow from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A palpable killing intent, like an actual ice spike, prickled Su Ming’s skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Any last words before you die?” Zhao Qianshan asked, tone almost charitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staring at the flying sword and feeling the martial force capable of instant death, Su Ming knew this chance would come only once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, very slowly, he raised both hands and adopted a surrendering posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I have a secret.” Su Ming’s voice trembled, equal parts fear and the baiting of something huge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A secret… about the Lantai Secret Garden.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Lantai Secret Garden?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qianshan’s expression finally shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It mixed surprise, contempt, and a thread of greed even he had not expected to find in himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With you? A mortal who can’t even be counted as Qi Refining?” he scoffed, but the flying sword at his fingertip paused infinitesimally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I... I accidentally found a clue to the key that opens the Secret Garden among old paperwork in the Hanlin Academy.” Su Ming’s performance reached its peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes darted, full of fear toward the supposed secret, and the desperate yearning to trade it for his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Do tell.” Zhao Qianshan’s interest was piqued. He retracted the flying sword and folded his hands behind his back, offering Su Ming an opportunity to “confess leniently.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Ming swallowed saliva, stepped forward two paces, and leaned in, lowering his voice as if about to divulge a cosmic secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The clue is right…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice dropped, his body leaning slightly forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qianshan instinctively leaned in too, trying to catch every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that instant!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unprecedented brilliance exploded in Su Ming’s eyes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly flung a clump of black-red filth from his hand!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the handful of muck Su Ming had secretly gripped while pretending to be dead—mud, decayed leaves, and corpse blood, all mixed into a disgusting mass!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The move was too sudden, and too vile!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qianshan, as a Foundation Grand Perfection cultivator, had never seen such a low, dirty trick!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He instinctively leaned back, and with a sleeve-swipe, a gust of wind blocked the muck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although none of it struck him, the stench that hit his face made him dry-heave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When masters spar, they fight for a sliver of time!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that 0.1-second gap when Zhao Qianshan leaned back to block!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Ming moved!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t retreat. He lunged forward and crashed into Zhao Qianshan’s chest!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By some unknown moment, a broken sword had appeared in his hand, only half a blade and an archaic hilt, covered in rust!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the relic Lin Yu’s previous landlord had left in the ring.\u003C\u002Fp>",1200,"2026-06-05T19:47:06.815Z",1,"novelbin.me","9e47df604bc05f5e22dac54911c1e298a55e2bda3641c10cdc6edd2625266ce2","transmigrated-into-a-grandpa-embracing-the-laid--chapter-117","transmigrated-into-a-grandpa-embracing-the-laid--chapter-115",380,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ftransmigrated-into-a-grandpa-embracing-the-laid--cover.jpg"]