I Can See Through Everything

I Can See Through Everything

“Ah Qing, where should we go to earn spirit stones?”

In the skies above, Lu Qing flew at an unhurried pace, while Xiaoli lay sprawled on his shoulder, raising the question.

By now, they had already left the cave and emerged outside.

“Let me think a little longer.”

Truth be told, Lu Qing also felt stumped.

He had no shortage of treasures on hand. From that great battle at Sacred Tianxu Mountain years ago, he had obtained several spiritual artifacts, and even more powerful treasures beyond that.

Each one was of immense value. If he were to sell them, any of them could easily fetch a fortune in spirit stones.

But these powerful treasures all had owners once—and those former owners were experts from the great sects and clans. If he dared to put them up for sale, he would expose his identity as Chen Qing instantly.

At that point, countless experts would descend to suppress him.

Though Lu Qing’s strength had grown considerably—ordinary Nascent Soul initial-stage cultivators were no longer his match—he was not so arrogant as to believe he could face those ancient Nascent Soul monsters who had endured multiple tribulations.

Yet without selling treasures, he had no connections and no backing in the Tianyuan Great World. To amass spirit stones as easily as he once had in the Xiao Cang Realm was far from simple now.

As he pondered, a thought suddenly surfaced.

There was someone—if he sought that person’s help, he might find a way.

Lu Qing smiled. “I’ve got it. Let’s go.”

“Ah Qing, you’ve thought of something? Where are we going?”

“To find an old friend.”

…

A month later, Lu Qing and Xiaoli crossed multiple continents and arrived at the vast Qingniu Continent.

The Tianyuan Great World was boundlessly vast; the territories of the human race alone stretched beyond measure. Even Lu Qing, when not revealing too much of his true strength, required a significant amount of time to cross just one continent.

Upon entering Qingniu Continent, Lu Qing immediately noticed the change in architectural style. Daoist temples dominated the land, and the number of Daoists here was clearly much greater.

Qingniu Continent was indeed a unique land within the Tianyuan Great World. Here, the Daoist path flourished. Temples dotted every region, and many of the world’s most powerful Daoist sects resided here.

Among them was Dao Xu Temple, one of the most formidable sects in the entire Tianyuan Great World—a sect Lu Qing had once encountered back at Sacred Tianxu Mountain.

But this time, Lu Qing had not come to Qingniu Continent for Dao Xu Temple. He was here to seek out an old acquaintance.

“Ah Qing, you said we’re looking for Daoist Wubao. Do you think he might betray us the moment we show up?”

Walking through a grand city, Lu Qing kept his calm while Xiaoli peeked out from his robe, quietly sending him a worried voice transmission.

After all, both Ah Qing and Xiaoli were wanted fugitives under the Holy Assembly’s Assassination Order. With the sects’ bounties stacked atop that, countless people sought their tracks.

“Don’t worry. The Daoist isn’t that kind of person. And we’re not going straight to him—we’ll test the waters first,” Lu Qing reassured.

With that, he took out a Communication Talisman and infused it with a message.

This talisman was one he had exchanged with Daoist Wubao back in the Sacred Tianxu Mountain trial realm, in case they lost contact. It had never been used before, but today it finally served its purpose.

After sending the message, Lu Qing brought Xiaoli to a tavern, choosing a second-floor window seat. He ordered a full table of dishes, leisurely drinking and waiting for Daoist Wubao’s arrival.

Once he and Xiaoli had eaten their fill, Lu Qing suddenly sensed something and glanced down toward the street.

There, a familiar figure appeared—Daoist Wubao himself. Yet his expression carried an undercurrent of unease, almost imperceptible to others.

Clearly, he had not expected Lu Qing to come seeking him.

Seeing him arrive, Lu Qing did not rush out to greet him. Instead, he quietly observed, activating his Spiritual Powers.

Though he had told Xiaoli he trusted Daoist Wubao, he was not so naïve as to fully lower his guard. Their past camaraderie did not guarantee that Wubao would not betray him for the sake of those rich rewards. Human hearts were fickle, after all.

After watching for some time and detecting no abnormality, Lu Qing received the transmitted message and allowed himself a smile.

Still, he did not reveal himself. He simply sent a Divine Soul Transmission and then left the tavern with Xiaoli.

Daoist Wubao, upon receiving the transmission, trembled slightly. He cast a calm glance around before quietly leaving the city.

Only when he was certain no one was tailing him did he transform into a stream of light and head toward the mountains outside the city.

Reaching a peculiar peak, just as described, he hesitated only a moment before flying up.

As soon as he landed, he felt a wave ripple across the area, severing his connection with the outside world.

The entire peak was enveloped in a formation.

Rather than panic, Daoist Wubao felt relief. The formation’s aura was one he knew well. Back in the Sacred Tianxu Mountain’s strange trial realm, he had often been shielded by this very same formation.

“Fellow Daoist Chen, is that you?” he called out cautiously.

“After so many years, the Daoist’s elegance is unchanged, and your cultivation has only deepened,” a voice replied.

Lu Qing emerged from the woods, his appearance altered back into that of “Chen Qing.” Xiaoli on his shoulder had also taken on the same form as when they had once traveled with Daoist Wubao.

“Fellow Daoist Chen, Xiaoli—it really is you.” At the sight, Daoist Wubao finally relaxed, smiling sincerely.

Truth be told, when he first received the message, he had been shaken. His first thought was that someone was trying to deceive him, to probe for information on Chen Qing’s whereabouts.

But after reading the details of the message, he grew doubtful of that suspicion. Some things mentioned in it were secrets he had never told another soul—only he and Chen Qing knew of them.

And this Communication Talisman was known to no one but Chen Qing.

So he had tried divining the sender’s identity. Yet the hexagram results had been chaotic, impossible to read—just like back when he had tried divining Chen Qing himself.

That was precisely what convinced him. Despite the risk, he came.

Now, seeing the truth before him, his heart finally settled.

“Daoist, how have you been?” Lu Qing smiled.

“Not bad. After leaving the trial realm, I knew I was too weak, so I immediately departed. I truly regret missing Fellow Daoist Chen’s glorious moment, when you slew a Nascent Soul cultivator with your own hand,” Wubao sighed.

He had left as soon as he exited the realm, not staying to see what followed. Thanks to that, the other sects—out of respect for Qiankun Sect—had let him go, just a mere Golden Core loose cultivator.

Thus, he never witnessed Lu Qing’s legendary battle where he cut down multiple Nascent Soul cultivators. Only later, when the news spread in Tianxu City, did he hear of it, leaving him shocked and wary. He had slipped away immediately, vanishing without a trace.

Sure enough, not long after, powerful cultivators began hunting for him. But by then, he had already disappeared, disguising himself and concealing his karmic traces so thoroughly that no diviner could track him.

“No wonder I never saw you back then,” Lu Qing realized. He had seen Qin Zheng, Ye Qingzhu, and others, but not Daoist Wubao. He had even worried something had happened during his year of secluded cultivation. Only after checking the soul imprint on the talisman did he confirm Wubao still lived.

Now it was clear—the shrewd Daoist had slipped away the moment he left the realm.

“That battle of yours shook the entire world,” Wubao said. “Even now, sects and clans are still searching for you.”

“And you, Daoist? I am branded an evil cultivator by the Holy Assembly, with an Assassination Order placed on me. Are you still willing to befriend such a ‘demon’?” Lu Qing asked with a faint smile.

“Fellow Daoist Chen, don’t speak such nonsense. I am not one to blindly believe rumors.” Daoist Wubao shook his head. “I know very well whether you are a demon or not.

“That so-called battle was nothing more than those sects coveting your fortune in the trial realm, trying to take it for themselves. This was not their first time doing such things.

“But they did not expect to crash headlong into a wall of iron—you. The label of ‘evil cultivator’ is just an excuse, a way for them to save face.”

His eyes flickered with scorn as he spoke. Clearly, his past carried hidden tales of its own.

“I did not expect such trust from you, Daoist. I am honored,” Lu Qing smiled.

“Hah! The great sects love nothing more than branding others as heretics, while painting themselves as righteous. It is an old trick. Most sects probably know the truth, but they remain silent.” Wubao laughed.

“It seems the Daoist has seen much.”

“Old matters, not worth dwelling on.” Wubao waved a hand, then asked, “Fellow Daoist Chen, what brings you to me this time?”

He knew well their friendship had not reached the level of life-and-death trust. For Lu Qing to risk exposure to seek him out, it had to be for something important.

“To be frank, I do have a request,” Lu Qing admitted.

“Oh? Speak freely. If there is anything I can do, I will lend my aid,” Wubao replied solemnly. In the trial realm, Lu Qing had saved him more than once, and even shared the secrets of beast bloodlines, helping him advance greatly. For these favors, Wubao remained grateful.

“It is nothing too serious. I am simply in great need of spirit stones. I wonder if the Daoist knows of any quick ways to earn them?” Lu Qing asked plainly.

“You need spirit stones? How many? I do have some savings…” Wubao began, ready to offer his own.

But Lu Qing’s next words cut him short.

“At least one hundred thousand mid-grade spirit stones. The more, the better. No upper limit.”

“…One hundred thousand mid-grade spirit stones or more?” Wubao stammered, utterly stunned.

Mid-grade spirit stones! If it were low-grade stones, the number would already be astronomical. But mid-grade…

“Otherwise, I would not have sought your counsel,” Lu Qing said.

“Fellow Daoist Chen, you give me far too much credit. How could I possibly gather such a fortune?” Wubao smiled bitterly.

“You misunderstand. I don’t ask you to provide them yourself. I only ask for guidance on how one might quickly earn spirit stones. I am still unfamiliar with the Tianyuan Great World.”

Wubao fell silent again. It was no surprise—he had long suspected this man was not a native of this world. Otherwise, a peerless genius like him could not have been unknown until then.

After pondering, he slowly spoke.

“In truth, there are only a few paths to wealth in the cultivation world.”

“The richest among us are usually alchemists, artifact refiners, and talisman makers. Cultivators cannot live without pills, treasures, and talismans. If one masters even one of these crafts, they will be sought after by all.”

“But with your sensitive identity, all three paths are risky—they demand constant contact with others.”

Lu Qing nodded. He had considered as much. Time, too, was against him—refining pills and forging artifacts consumed far too much.

“In that case, there is another… less orthodox method. One that may help you accumulate spirit stones quickly.”

“Oh? And what might that be?” Lu Qing raised a brow, intrigued.

“Assassination bounties.”