I Can See Through Everything

“Master, I broke through!”

As soon as Wuxing was released from the Heaven and Earth One Qi Bag, it immediately rushed to report the good news to Lu Qing.

Its cultivation had made significant progress after digesting several Golden Core Realm spirit beasts and demon beasts.

It had now stepped into the Third Transformation of the Golden Core Realm.

“Not bad, not bad. This bout of secluded cultivation has yielded some results,” Lu Qing nodded in approval.

“Xiaoli, I broke through! Am I stronger than you now?”

Overjoyed by Lu Qing’s praise, Wuxing scurried over to Xiaoli, eager to show off.

“Scram!”

Xiaoli, who had been happily selecting suitable magical artifacts, perked up her ears at the disturbance and glared at the tactless serpent.

A faint aura radiated from her.

Wuxing froze in place, terror-struck. The aura Xiaoli emitted felt overwhelmingly menacing, like a natural predator. It couldn’t help but shiver.

Seeing Wuxing stiffen with fear, even its tail sticking straight up, Xiaoli retracted her aura and continued picking through the artifacts.

It was only then that Wuxing noticed the large pile of powerful magical artifacts in front of Xiaoli. It stared in shock.

It was dazed—how had Xiaoli become so much stronger after just one nap?

It had broken through too, but compared to her, the gap seemed to have grown even wider than before.

And where did all these powerful magical artifacts come from?

What in the world had happened while it was asleep?

Watching Wuxing tremble before Xiaoli, Lu Qing was momentarily speechless.

He called Wuxing over and gave it a brief summary of recent events. The more it heard, the wider its eyes became.

It would never have guessed that during the time it slumbered in the Heaven and Earth One Qi Bag, Lu Qing and Xiaoli had gone through such thrilling, life-and-death adventures.

While Wuxing was still in a daze, Lu Qing took out a jade bottle.

“This bottle contains some exotic beast bloodlines we collected in the secret realm. Try refining them and see how much you can absorb.”

“Exotic beast bloodlines? Master, I get a share too?”

Wuxing clutched the jade bottle with its claws, momentarily stunned, and then lit up with excitement.

Just moments ago, when Lu Qing had mentioned how refining those bloodlines could drastically enhance the physical body, it had already been green with envy.

Now, hearing that the jade bottle contained that exact miraculous bloodline, how could it not be thrilled?

“Of course you get a share. Xiaoli and I gathered quite a bit. Go refine them. Oh, and Xiaoli also obtained a very powerful cultivation technique. Whether you can learn it from her depends on your own skills.”

Lu Qing had collected a considerable amount of Witch Bloodline Essence from the secret realm. He had even prepared portions for his master and Xiao Yan.

Wuxing’s eyes sparkled upon hearing this.

It immediately rushed over to Xiaoli, flitting about in a sycophantic flurry.

As expected, the annoyed Xiaoli swatted it straight into the cave wall with a single paw.

Yet Wuxing didn’t mind one bit. It kept buzzing around her enthusiastically.

Lu Qing chuckled at the sight and left the two to their antics. He set up a sound-blocking array around himself and sat down cross-legged, ready to begin cultivating.

Back in the secret realm, he had originally intended to raise his cultivation to the Ninth Transformation of the Golden Core Realm in one go.

But he had been forced to leave early due to the realm's imminent closure and a shortage of spirit stones.

Now, with ample spirit stones and techniques in hand, and having just slain multiple Nascent Soul cultivators and Golden Core experts, he had surely angered countless sects, clans, and powers.

The outside world must be swarming with powerful factions desperate to hunt him down.

For now, it would be unwise to show his face again.

Even though Lu Qing could already slay early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, he did not let pride cloud his judgment.

The Tianyuan Great World was vast and unfathomable, teeming with hidden powerhouses.

His current strength was still far from enough to contend with those true masters who had transcended multiple Nascent Soul Tribulations.

Now that danger loomed, this was the perfect time to enter a long period of secluded cultivation and elevate himself to an entirely new level.

Only then would he have the means to better protect himself.

Thus, Lu Qing began his extended seclusion in the cave.

…

While he was in hiding and focused on cultivation, word of the great battle at Sacred Tianxu Mountain began to spread, quickly stirring up a storm and shocking countless people.

After all, multiple Nascent Soul experts had fallen in that battle—a rarity in any age.

Usually, the death of even a single Nascent Soul cultivator would cause a sensation across several regions.

This time, several had perished all at once. It was truly earthshaking.

Historically, such casualties only occurred during large-scale wars against the Demonic Path.

Yet Sacred Tianxu Mountain was deep within human territory, nowhere near the border with the demon realm. Why had such a fierce battle erupted there?

Suddenly, the entire world was riveted by this explosive news.

As more details emerged, reactions began to shift.

“What? The one who killed all those Nascent Soul cultivators was a Golden Core cultivator who just emerged from a secret realm?”

“Impossible! A mere Golden Core cultivator? How could he possibly defeat a Nascent Soul expert, let alone kill so many? That’s absurd!”

“A puny Golden Core Realm? A Nascent Soul cultivator could snuff him out with a breath! Who came up with this nonsense?”

At first, the claim that a Golden Core cultivator had slain so many Nascent Soul experts was met with disbelief and ridicule.

It was simply too implausible. A Golden Core cultivator defying and slaying Nascent Soul powerhouses? And escaping unharmed?

That sounded like pure fantasy.

But just as countless cultivators dismissed the rumor as fabrication, another shocking development emerged.

The Holy Assembly issued a wanted notice.

It claimed that a malevolent being had used secret techniques to infiltrate human territory and enter the secret realm of Sacred Tianxu Mountain.

There, the entity seized a tremendous opportunity and, upon the realm’s closure, ambushed and slaughtered several Nascent Soul cultivators before fleeing.

The wanted notice warned that the demon was likely still lurking within human lands. Righteous cultivators were urged to report any sightings to the Holy Assembly for immediate elimination.

Substantial rewards would be granted for valid information—or the demon’s head.

The notice included a projection of Lu Qing’s face and Xiaoli’s altered appearance.

At that moment, the world finally accepted that the battle had indeed taken place.

But the narrative had shifted: this was not a Golden Core cultivator defying Nascent Soul might, but rather a powerful demon—possibly of Demon General rank or higher—using dark arts to assassinate cultivators.

With this change, cultivators responded in different ways.

The bold and ambitious rushed toward Tianshu Continent, eager to slay the so-called demon and claim the reward.

The more cautious, fearing such a terrifying entity had infiltrated their lands, opted for seclusion, avoiding travel altogether.

Others, already residing in Tianshu Continent, fled immediately, unwilling to remain in such a dangerous place.

Among those who saw the wanted posters were cultivators who recognized Lu Qing.

“Grandpa, isn’t that Brother Chen who saved us?” a child asked, staring at the portrait on the city wall.

“That’s right! And he’s holding Xiaoli!” another child added.

“Silence!”

Their grandfather’s expression changed instantly. He swiftly laid a silence barrier over them and hurried them away.

Only once they were safely back at his cave dwelling did he remove the restriction.

“Grandpa, why didn’t you let us talk? Isn’t Brother Chen a good person? Why does the notice say he’s a demon?”

After lifting the silence spell, one of the boys asked in confusion.

“You are never to mention Brother Chen again,” the old man warned gravely. “If you do, I’ll lock you both in a training chamber until you reach Foundation Establishment!”

The children turned pale with fear.

They were only at the Qi Refining Stage. Reaching Foundation Establishment could take years of seclusion.

They immediately fell silent, no longer daring to ask questions.

“Go cultivate. And remember—never speak of this again!”

Having frightened them into obedience, the old man stood in silence, his expression shifting.

He hadn’t expected that the young man who once traveled with them—and saved their lives on the Gale Plains—would go on to cause such a massive uproar in Tianshu Continent.

“To slay so many Nascent Soul cultivators alone... has his strength truly reached that level?”

He recalled the scene of Lu Qing single-handedly facing down a Nascent Soul Wind Beast to cover their retreat.

It hadn’t been long since then, and now Lu Qing could kill Nascent Soul cultivators?

His rise in strength was simply monstrous.

No doubt, he had obtained an extraordinary opportunity in the secret realm of Sacred Tianxu Mountain.

But as for the wanted notice claiming he was a demon?

The old man didn’t believe it for a second.

What kind of demon would risk its life to save strangers?

This was clearly another attempt by those great powers to save face by slandering the one who embarrassed them.

The old man, well-versed in the ways of high-ranking cultivator factions, scoffed inwardly.

He was not even slightly tempted by the generous rewards promised for selling Lu Qing out.

Even if he wasn’t powerful, he would never betray a benefactor for resources.

However, many had traveled with Lu Qing on the Gale Plains that day.

Some of them might not be as principled.

“I just hope this doesn’t cause too much trouble for him...”

The old man muttered, worried.

…

“Could this Chen Qing really be Daoist Lu Qing?”

In the Nangong Clan—one of the Thirty-Six High Clans of the Tianyuan Great World—Nangong Yuanwu sat pale-faced, examining the intelligence report brought by his subordinates.

He remembered the young man who had once saved both him and Mo Hongyun, later following him to the upper realm.

The projected image bore some differences from that enigmatic youth’s face, but it still felt oddly familiar.

What’s more, this person also had a spirit beast resembling a raccoon cat.

Though its appearance had changed, such a coincidence was hard to ignore.

Nangong Yuanwu was seventy to eighty percent certain that the one targeted in the Holy Assembly’s wanted notice was none other than Daoist Lu Qing.

“A body of incredible resilience. Peerless fist techniques. That’s exactly how Daoist Lu Qing fought... I didn’t expect that, not long after arriving in the upper realm, he’d already reached a point where even early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators are no match for him.”

Nangong Yuanwu had long known of Lu Qing’s unfathomable talent after their discussion of the Dao.

He had predicted that Lu Qing would one day shake the world.

But he hadn’t imagined that day would come so soon.

In just a few years, that Golden Core cultivator could now casually slay Nascent Soul experts.

Even in his prime, Nangong Yuanwu wouldn’t have stood a chance against such power.

“But Gongshu Zheng is dead now. Serves him right! The most brilliant young talent of the Gongshu Clan is gone—they must be devastated.”

A trace of glee appeared on Nangong Yuanwu’s face.

Not long after his return to the upper realm, he had been ambushed by assassins from the Netherworld Palace and nearly perished.

Even now, he remained gravely injured, uncertain if he would ever recover.

He knew the Gongshu Clan had orchestrated it all, but in his current state, he couldn’t seek vengeance.

Now, hearing that Gongshu Zheng—their most dazzling prodigy—had fallen at Sacred Tianxu Mountain, he felt a rare sense of satisfaction. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

So much so that his injuries even seemed a little lighter.

“If only Hongyun were here. She’d be thrilled to hear this.”

Nangong Yuanwu sighed in regret.

He had sent Mo Hongyun to another great world, and she hadn’t returned since. Even he could no longer reach her.

Who knew when they would meet again?