[{"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-147":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},1332082,1770,"Chapter 147: A Great Path Lies in the Scrap Heap","transmigrated-into-a-grandpa-embracing-the-laid--chapter-147",147,"\u003Cp>Su Ming had hit a bottleneck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was stuck on the fifth basic rune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Concealment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For seven whole days, aside from his mandatory attendance at the Accounting Office, he had devoted every moment to this rune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet it was like an unreasonable, stubborn stone, utterly unresponsive no matter how Su Ming tried to grind it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Crack.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the ground, a newly outlined trace of cyan light shattered precisely at its final turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spiritual energy dispersed, the glow extinguished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't understand where the problem lay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After over a month of arduous practice, his control over that wisp of spiritual energy within him was already a world apart from before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could make the spiritual energy as pliant as silk thread, or as rigid as a steel needle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carving the first four runes was now something he could do with ease, with an extremely high success rate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this \"Concealment\" character alone felt like a creation from another world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could perfectly replicate every stroke of its form, precisely control the output of spiritual energy at every node.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, the result was something that possessed only the outer shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was merely a glowing doodle, lying there quietly until it exhausted its energy and faded away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It lacked \"intent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This 'Concealment' character rune, your disciple... cannot comprehend it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing his disciple's plea for help, Lin Yu lazily stirred his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh? What is it you don't understand?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your disciple can already accurately depict its form and perfectly control the flow of spiritual energy, but it... simply won't work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Ming described his predicament in detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It isn't introverted like the 'Gathering' character, nor outwardly expansive like the 'Control' character. Your disciple cannot sense where its 'principle' lies.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to this, Lin Yu's mind was as clear as a mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seriously, the first four runes were basic physics, dealing with the conduction and shaping of energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This \"Concealment\" character was already brushing against the edge of quantum mechanics, dealing with \"existence\" and \"observation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could they possibly be the same?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tell him directly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The core of nurturing an outstanding disciple lies in guiding him to think for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Disciple.\" Lin Yu's voice was as still as an ancient well. \"This teacher asks you, what is 'concealment'?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Ming was taken aback and answered without thinking. \"To hide, to not be seen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Superficial.\" Lin Yu was unsparing. \"A rock, hidden behind a tree, does that count as concealment?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It does.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then a fierce tiger, hidden behind a tree, waiting to choose a person to devour, does that count as concealment?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That also counts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then this teacher asks you again, the wind that blows past your cheek, the dust that falls upon your shoulder, did you see them?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Ming was stunned once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind has no form, dust is visible, but... he had never paid them any mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your disciple... did not pay attention.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This, is the true meaning of 'concealment'.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Yu's voice carried a trace of leisurely guidance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"True concealment is not making you disappear from others' sight. It is making you disappear from others' minds.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is making you become like the wind, like dust, like a pebble by the roadside. Others see it, yet it's as if they didn't. It exists, yet carries no sense of presence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Ming's mind was struck hard by these words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To exist, yet carry no sense of presence...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn't this precisely the essence of the *Aura Concealment Art* his master had imparted?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You need not practice for the next few days.\" Lin Yu's voice sounded at just the right moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What you lack is not skill, but comprehension.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go do your tasks, go calculate your accounts, use your eyes to see, use your heart to feel.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do not try to draw 'Concealment', but go and seek 'Concealment'.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having said this, Lin Yu severed the soul-thought connection, leaving Su Ming alone, sitting dazedly in place, repeatedly chewing over his master's words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, in the Accounting Office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Ming sat at his familiar desk, holding an account book, but his gaze was somewhat unfocused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To exist, yet carry no sense of presence...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the leaves falling outside the window, at the streaks of light flashing across the distant Rainbow Bridges, at the menial disciples coming and going within the Accounting Office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who was the wind? Who was the dust?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Su! Brother Su! What are you daydreaming about!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Defa's booming, loud voice jolted Su Ming out of his contemplation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang the fat man was carrying a large stack of old, dust-covered archives, which he placed heavily on the table before Su Ming, causing the ink, brushes, paper, and inkstones to jump about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on, come on, stop gazing at fairies out the window, time to work!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Ming snapped back to reality and looked at the \"small mountain\" before him, somewhat puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Steward Wang, what is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sent over by those bookworms from Formation Peak.\" Wang Defa said with a look of disdain, patting the dust off his hands. \"They said they need to destroy a batch of scrapped formation flags and formation plates, and want me to verify the numbers and go through the procedure.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed at the pile of archives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These are the records of that batch of scrap: storage, issuance, and loss. Messier than a chicken coop. Do me a favor and sort them out, make a general ledger.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Defa chuckled and lowered his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This job is easy, no one's rushing it. Take your time with it, good chance to rest your brain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After saying this, he hummed a little tune and waddled his portly frame into the inner room for tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Ming shook his head helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up the topmost scroll and unrolled it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A musty, decaying scent, mixed with the unique odor of dissipated spiritual energy, wafted over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The archive recorded the loss situation of a batch of formation flags named \"Misty Trace Illusion Dust Flags.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While cross-checking, Su Ming retrieved the corresponding physical items from a large wooden crate beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of those formation flags were already tattered and worn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some had broken flagpoles, others had large burnt holes in the flag cloth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The complex runes once inscribed on them had long since lost their spiritual light, leaving only faint, nearly illegible traces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Ming's work was monotonous and mechanical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind remained immersed in his master's words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingertip unconsciously brushed across a relatively intact formation flag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flag cloth was woven from an unknown type of cyan silk, cool to the touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as his fingertip touched a damaged rune on the flag cloth, his movement suddenly halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An extremely faint, almost completely dissipated remnant of spiritual energy transmitted itself into his perception through his fingertip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This aura...\u003C\u002Fp>",1153,"2026-06-05T19:47:06.815Z",1,"novelbin.me","49609db34925c2e2d892be59b0d2679b9fb3341751677794b3bd6c24d1fade11","transmigrated-into-a-grandpa-embracing-the-laid--chapter-148","transmigrated-into-a-grandpa-embracing-the-laid--chapter-146",380,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ftransmigrated-into-a-grandpa-embracing-the-laid--cover.jpg"]