I Can See Through Everything

I Can See Through Everything

Cang Jue had not expected that his whim to join the Netherworld Palace trial would lead him into such an interesting situation.

The hatred between the Demon Race and the Human Race was as deep as the sea.

As the son of a Demon Sovereign, he had grown up listening to the glorious feats of his father.

With a single wave of his hand, his father had once slaughtered a million humans, gathering endless resentment and death energy to strengthen his cultivation.

Another time, he fought alone against more than ten Nascent Soul cultivators of the Human Race. Not only did he remain unscathed, but he even cut down several of them, shaking the entire Tianyuan Great World with his might.

Such stories had filled Cang Jue with extreme admiration since childhood. He had always longed to follow in his father’s footsteps—slaughtering humans as easily as chopping vegetables, wiping out thousands with a single wave.

Yet in the past centuries, for various reasons, both races had restrained themselves, and great conflicts had become rare.

Thus, despite his years of cultivation, the only humans he had ever seen were the slaves raised in his territory.

But those slaves were no different from pigs and dogs. No matter how he abused or butchered them, they never dared resist. Utterly boring.

Cang Jue had always wanted to see what a true Human cultivator was like. Were they really as formidable as the legends claimed?

But his father had strictly forbidden him from leaving Demon territory, let alone stepping into Human lands.

Though arrogant and fearless by nature, Cang Jue respected his father deeply. He did not dare disobey his command.

He thought he would have to wait until the next great war to fulfill this wish.

Never did he expect that by idly joining this Netherworld Palace trial, he would encounter Human cultivators.

Thinking of his long-cherished wish about to be realized, a grin spread across his face.

“You all… are you willing to follow me and slaughter every Human in this space?”

Cang Jue suddenly turned and asked the surrounding demons who knelt before him.

The demons froze for a moment, then their eyes lit up with excitement. They shouted in unison:

“We are willing to follow Lord Cang Jue!”

…

Boom!

A deafening sound shook the earth. An overwhelming force of suppression descended on a group of beastly creatures, pinning them down and leaving them unable to move.

The weaker ones were crushed flat to the ground, bones creaking under the strain, nearly snapping.

“Do you yield or not?”

A towering, broad figure with drooping ears and a long elephant’s trunk spoke faintly.

“We yield, we yield! We are willing to hand over our Trial Jade Tokens. Please, Lord, spare us!”

The pinned-down monsters cried out in terror, utterly shaken.

Who would have thought that a mere trial for peripheral members of the Netherworld Palace would attract a powerhouse of the Elephant Clan?

The Elephant Clan was one of the twelve royal clans of the Demon Beasts. Judging from this one’s aura, he had already reached the Ninth Transformation of the Golden Core Realm.

Why would such a peerless figure participate in the trial?

Still, none dared hold back their Trial Jade Tokens. The suppressive force alone was enough to crush them into pulp.

After collecting dozens of tokens, the elephant-trunked man looked off into the distance.

“This time, the Netherworld Palace has placed the geniuses of all three races into the same secret trial. What is their intention?”

He recalled how he had obtained his token and grew wary.

He had only entered out of curiosity. But now his instincts told him something was amiss.

It was as if some hidden hand was manipulating events from behind.

Yet after pondering, he found no answer. With a sigh, he gave up.

Now that he was inside the trial space, he could only play along.

Still, he was confident. With his strength, passing this trial would not be difficult.

…

Swish!

A streak of sword light split the earth apart, leaving a bottomless scar. The sharp aura it released made dozens of cultivators pale.

“Hand over your Trial Jade Tokens. As fellow Human cultivators, I do not wish to slaughter needlessly.”

A youth in star-patterned robes spoke calmly after his casual strike.

Beside him stood a veiled woman, slender and graceful, her aura cold as ice.

If Lu Qing were present, he would have recognized them—the Dao Heir of Dao Xu Temple, and the Holy Maiden of Bilu Palace—whom he had once met in the Sacred Tianxu Mountain Secret Realm.

Hearing the youth’s words, then seeing the gaping sword scar on the ground, the Human cultivators’ expressions shifted several times before they reluctantly surrendered their tokens.

If they were outside, they might have dared to resist. The Holy Assembly might have restrained him from reckless slaughter.

But this was the Netherworld Palace’s trial space. Here, the Holy Assembly’s authority did not reach.

Even if he killed them all, no one outside would care.

After taking the tokens, the Dao Heir handed half of them to the Holy Maiden.

“Fairy Luo, we are both here. Let us split them equally.”

“No need. These tokens are yours by right. I don’t need them.”

Her voice was cool, and she did not reach for them.

“Fairy Luo is still so distant,” the Dao Heir chuckled. “Both of us were ordered by our teachers to attend this trial. Meeting here is fate. Why be so formal?”

“This trial is not ordinary.” Fairy Luo frowned. “To place the geniuses of all three races together—what is the Netherworld Palace planning?”

She also thought of her master. There was some hidden connection between her master and the Netherworld Palace.

Her master would not send her here to harm her, that much she believed.

But until she knew the Palace’s true purpose, unease filled her heart.

“Why worry? With our strength, passing this trial together will not be difficult. Frankly, I am curious to see what strength the Demon and Beast Races’ prodigies truly possess. This is the perfect chance.”

The Dao Heir looked more assured than she.

Their masters had said the trial was limited to Golden Core cultivators.

With their combined strength, there would be few—if any—in the trial who could match them.

“No… I still feel this will not be so simple.”

Fairy Luo’s brows remained furrowed.

“Regardless, we are already inside. There is no retreat. Let us finish the trial. Once it is done, the Netherworld Palace’s purpose will surely be revealed.”

“…That is true,” she murmured, nodding slightly.

“Since you refuse these tokens, the next batch we encounter will be yours.”

“No need. I will take them myself.”

“Then I look forward to witnessing Fairy Luo’s grace in action.”

The two walked off together, following the guiding light of the tokens.

Similar scenes unfolded across the trial space.

Lu Qing, unaware of the larger scheme, noticed through the projection in his token that several white dots had begun merging and moving rapidly.

He quickly understood—someone was gathering tokens at a frightening pace.

To collect so many so quickly, their strength must far outstrip others.

“This is only a trial for peripheral members. Why have so many top-tier experts appeared? Could the lure of becoming a member of the Netherworld Palace truly be so great?”

Doubt stirred in his heart.

But hesitation meant falling behind. Already, dozens had cleared their surroundings and were moving on.

And truth be told, he too wished to test himself against the prodigies of the Demon and Beast Races.

With that thought, he stepped forward.

Sword intent surged from him like a storm, pressing down on the world.

Instantly, every Golden Core cultivator nearby felt their bodies seize. It was as if countless blades pressed against their brows, death breathing coldly at their necks.

Even several late-stage Golden Core experts who had just finished a scuffle froze, eyes wide with shock.

“I won’t waste words.”

Lu Qing’s voice was calm as his gaze swept across them.

“Hand over your tokens.”

The masked figure in a black cloak exuded such crushing sword intent that all thoughts of resistance died in their hearts.

They understood the gap.

This was someone who had at least reached the Ninth Transformation of the Golden Core Realm. Not a foe they could even dream of opposing.

Even working together, none dared trust strangers at their back.

One by one, they surrendered their tokens.

Lu Qing accepted them all without ceremony.

Counting, he had gained over thirty tokens. A respectable number. But compared to others shown on the map, he was still ranked only around fiftieth.

He would need more.

Turning into a streak of light, he flew toward the nearest gathering point.

Before leaving, he spoke one last time:

“If you don’t wish to die, hide yourselves well. This trial is far more dangerous than you imagine. Otherwise, you won’t even know how you perished.”

His departing words left the group staring at one another, shaken to the core.

They too had felt something strange about this trial.

Now, hearing even such a fearsome expert confirm it, they grew deeply unsettled.

Elsewhere…

Inside a grand hall of a hidden space, over a dozen shadowy figures watched the unfolding trial through a glowing screen.

Among them was the ghost-masked man who had first received the participants.

On the screen, the trial’s participants were displayed—Lu Qing’s figure among them.

“They surely didn’t expect so many Ninth-Transformation Golden Core cultivators to join, did they? I can’t wait to see their faces when they collide,” one figure sneered, his beast-faced mask gleaming.

“Who could have thought that a mere trial for peripheral members would turn into this? Not even the Nascent Soul experts of the three races could have predicted it,” another said. Her fox mask gleamed, her voice laced with allure.

“This trial is being manipulated by that Lord himself. How could these natives of the Tianyuan Great World possibly escape his grasp?” another intoned.

At the mention of that mysterious Lord, all figures in the hall stiffened slightly, their backs straightening in instinctive reverence.

It was clear—the being they spoke of was far beyond them. Even mentioning him demanded awe.

After a long silence, one asked hesitantly, “But why would a figure of his stature interfere in such a small trial for peripheral members?”

“Do you dare guess the thoughts of such a being?” another replied coldly. “Still… I heard word that our Lord suddenly felt a whim. He wished to take on one more nominal disciple. Thus, this trial was arranged.”

“What?!”

At those words, every figure in the hall trembled in shock.