[{"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-366":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},1331721,1770,"Chapter 364: Memory Torrent","transmigrated-into-a-grandpa-embracing-the-laid--chapter-366",366,"\u003Cp>\"Hey.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old woman let out a low, night-owl-like chuckle from her throat, her voice hoarse and grating, \"Arrived right on time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She raised a shriveled hand like a chicken claw and pointed at the bronze mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If this is a true-disciple heart-test, then save the empty formalities.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stand before the mirror.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Ming straightened, his gaze calmly sweeping across that bronze mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mirror still showed only chaos, nothing visible, but he could feel that deep within that chaos, an eye seemed to be slowly opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pupil obeys.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Ming stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nine parts true, one part false.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped in front of the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, the previously dim bronze mirror suddenly erupted with a blinding violet light, instantly enveloping Su Ming!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Ming felt his Consciousness Sea explode with a thunderous roar, as if someone had forcefully torn a wound open, countless fragments of past memories surging up uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind and snow of the Great Xing, the mud on the exile road, the blaze that killed his parents…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that ring, shimmering faintly in the bird's nest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.......\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Heart-Questioning Platform, the violet halo that had been flowing moments ago had thickened into something like old pine resin that would not dissolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light was no longer an airy mist; it had condensed into deep purple crystals, sealing Su Ming like an insect trapped in amber. The surrounding wind stopped, even the fine dust in the air hung motionless; the entire world seemed to have been paused, only the \"Reverse Source Returning Light Mirror\" continued to spin wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mirror surface was no longer solid. It writhed violently like boiling mercury, and what it reflected was no longer fragmented images but a turbid, viscous, roiling river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That river was Su Ming's memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, time in that river was forcibly reversed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old woman's face, full of grooves, looked blurred in the purple light, but her murky yet keen eyes — like vultures circling over a corpse — fixed on the mirror. Her dry wooden staff hovered before her, and the gem at its head pulsed like a heart, continually emitting pure, domineering Nascent Soul spiritual power, forcefully steering that river upstream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me see where your roots truly take hold.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old woman's hoarse voice echoed across the deathly silent platform, producing a teeth-grating rasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The images in the mirror sped backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beacon fires at Iron Wall Pass turned to a wisp of blue smoke and dissipated; the northern snow retreated back into the clouds; the lone lamp in the Repair Hall in the dead of night extinguished; the nervous sweat during the entry exam flowed back into the pores…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Experiences that were engraved in a normal person's heart were, to Cui Yan, merely foam to be swept aside. Her aim was clear — to bypass all seemingly normal \"effects\" and strike directly at the inexplicable \"cause.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stream of light suddenly halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The image froze on a dilapidated ancient temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside Qingshi Town, the night was ink-black. A broken Buddha statue had half its face swallowed by shadow; a ghastly green ghost-fire flickered in the air like some unnamed breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mirror revealed the pale, taut face of young Su Ming, with Zhao Rui trembling beside him. It was the instinctive terror and despair a mortal feels in the face of the supernatural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ghost wall… Wailing Woman Lantern…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Yan's murky eyes shifted slightly, but her gaze did not linger on the terrifying female ghost. Instead, it hammered like a nail into the youth's chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the memory, young Su Ming sensed the anomaly. He did not collapse like Zhao Rui; instead he forced himself calm and made a judgment at the edge of life and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mortal youth who meets a ghost and does not lose his nerve, that temperament is not bad. But temperament alone won't save a life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Yan moved her mind, and her dry wooden staff tapped lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The violet light on the Heart-Questioning Platform suddenly condensed, focusing entirely on this memory. She wanted to see clearly what Su Ming had relied on to break the situation at that time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she increased spiritual pressure, the image in the mirror began to distort subtly, as if trying to see through appearances to the essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the scene, the young Su Ming held something at his chest — exactly where he now wore the Xuantian ring — a faint, almost illusory glimmer flashed and vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately after, the youth's face showed a flicker of pain and confusion, as if slipping into a brief faint or nightmare. When he opened his eyes again, there was a clarity in them that did not belong there before, and a fragmentary, obscure mnemonic seemed to have appeared in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aura Concealment Art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, Su Ming's body shuddered violently, his teeth grinding until they creaked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hiss… that old crone sure hits low.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Yu's voice sounded deep within Su Ming's Consciousness Sea, laced with a few degrees of gritted annoyance, \"She literally turned her divine sense into a hook and meddled in your brain juices. Disciple, hold on! This is the first hurdle, follow the script!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Ming clenched through the soul-rending pain as if his spirit were being torn, remembering Lin Yu's instructions. He did not mobilize any divine sense to resist the force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resisting would betray insecurity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obedience was the best camouflage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He deliberately loosened the \"dike\" around that part of the memory, yet the flowing water was a carefully prepared \"mixture.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Su Ming's guidance, that memory subtly reconstructed itself: the ring's faint glow was rendered as a passive, weak protective reaction; the acquisition of the Aura Concealment Art was blurred into a fragmentary, intermittent instinctive infusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Lin Yu's clear teachings, systematic analysis, and that ever-sarcastic entertaining soul, Su Ming pressed them down into the deepest layer of his spirit. He activated the Like Water Art, liquefying this lethal truth, like dropping a dollop of dense ink into a bottomless icy pool, instantly diluting and dissolving it, leaving only a surface that appeared clear but was unfathomably deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Broken inheritance? Protective spirit light?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cui Yan watched the blurred image in the mirror and let out a low laugh tinged with meaning, \"Where in the world is there such a perfectly timed boon? Encounter a ghost and immediately gain an aura-concealment method? Too many coincidences; that's deliberate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather, as the authority on Punishment Peak, she never believed such cheap explanations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her staff jerked downward once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Divide!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With her low shout, the violet light that cloaked Su Ming split at once into several threadlike, razor-sharp purple filaments. They no longer contented themselves with skimming the scene; like probes, they drilled viciously into the deeper reaches of the memory river.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you claim it's a broken inheritance, then this old body wants to see exactly which scrap your exquisite formation skill was scraped out of!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory river surged again, flowing upstream toward Su Ming's days at the Qingshi Town County School.\u003C\u002Fp>",1185,"2026-06-05T19:47:06.815Z",1,"novelbin.me","8149a0edd2585b6de6102047fd7fa59cbca626d83eb91edcaa4ad4765a8243bc","transmigrated-into-a-grandpa-embracing-the-laid--chapter-367","transmigrated-into-a-grandpa-embracing-the-laid--chapter-365",380,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ftransmigrated-into-a-grandpa-embracing-the-laid--cover.jpg"]