I Can See Through Everything

I Can See Through Everything

Lu Qing had no idea that during this trial, he had nearly been noticed by a mighty figure who almost chose him as a disciple.

When the savage beast–masked man sent him out of the Netherworld Palace’s secret realm, Lu Qing looked around and found himself once more at the valley where he had first entered the Trial Space.

But this time, the area was utterly deserted. He did not know whether those Golden Core Realm cultivators had already left after the trial ended or if they had all perished within.

After casting one last deep glance at the valley, sealed off by invisible spatial power, Lu Qing did not linger. He immediately took flight.

Soon, he found a secluded mountain cave in the forest, laid down a Concealment Array, and released Xiao Li.

“Well? Well? Ah Qing, did you pass the trial?”

The moment Xiao Li appeared, he leapt onto Lu Qing’s shoulder, shouting excitedly.

Earlier, to be safe, Lu Qing had sealed Xiao Li within his artifact, shutting down all functions so that he could not sense the outside world. After all, it was the Netherworld Palace, a place where countless mighty figures resided. Caution had been necessary.

“Mm. The trial is over. Not only did I earn recognition as an outer member of the Netherworld Palace, I even took first place and received quite a reward.”

Lu Qing took out a storage pouch and poured its contents onto the ground.

At once, radiant spiritual light illuminated the entire cave as Spirit Stones spilled out in a pile, overflowing with energy.

“So many mid-grade Spirit Stones!”

Xiao Li’s eyes widened, sparkling with joy.

He knew well that their Spirit Stones had been running out lately—they had been on the verge of exhaustion.

“Yes. I didn’t expect that just by taking part in a trial, I could obtain this many Spirit Stones.”

Lu Qing himself was surprised.

That savage beast–masked man had been puzzled by his choice of Spirit Stones.

But Lu Qing understood perfectly. He lacked neither techniques nor artifacts. As for pills, only the highest grade could benefit him now.

Therefore, Spirit Stones were the most valuable.

Though three thousand mid-grade Spirit Stones were still far from his ultimate goal, it was no small sum.

After sighing, Lu Qing stored the Spirit Stones away and brought out the Netherworld Jade Token.

He turned the token over in his hand, thoughts swirling strangely.

To be honest, the scale of this trial had been immense. Even the son of a Demon Lord had been involved, yet in the end, the Netherworld Palace had simply dismissed everyone so lightly. It felt unnatural.

There had to be a deeper purpose hidden behind it.

Still, Lu Qing had already inspected the jade token with his Spiritual Powers and found no abnormalities, which was why he dared to refine it.

And the jade token had indeed surprised him.

It was not merely an identity credential but a strange and remarkable artifact with many uses.

Lu Qing infused his mind into it.

Instantly, he felt a strand of his soul pulled away, transformed by the jade token’s array, and hurled through space toward an unknown realm.

A moment later, he found himself on a bustling street, surrounded by countless figures moving about.

But oddly enough, every figure wore the same black mask and identical clothing. Their bodies differed in height and build, but even their auras were exactly the same.

Though surprised, Lu Qing did not panic.

When refining the jade token, he had already learned from the information it contained what this place was.

This was the Divine Soul Space—a realm crafted by a great and unfathomable figure of the Netherworld Palace.

Only members of the Netherworld Palace and recognized outer members who had passed their trials could enter.

For someone like Lu Qing, entry was only possible through the Netherworld Jade Token.

Unless one’s cultivation surpassed that of the mysterious creator of this place, it was impossible to find the Divine Soul Space.

Even if the jade tokens of outer members were stolen, they could not be used again. Each could only be refined once. Any attempt to refine it a second time would cause the array within to self-destruct instantly, beyond even the ability of a Nascent Soul Cultivator to prevent.

It was because of this Divine Soul Space that the Netherworld Palace’s intelligence network was unmatched, surpassing every other faction of the Tianyuan Great World.

Any assassin of the Netherworld Palace, holding their jade token, could enter here at any time, regardless of where they were, to exchange information and missions.

Thus, no other power could compare.

Moreover, because the jade token masked their soul aura, everyone who entered appeared identical—no need to fear exposure of one’s true identity.

This was why even elite disciples of great sects were eager to undergo the Netherworld Palace’s trials.

The Divine Soul Space was simply too valuable.

Lu Qing stood there quietly, and no one paid him any mind.

With so many entering and leaving daily, and with identities impossible to distinguish, most people here focused only on their own business.

After observing a while, Lu Qing headed toward the tall building at the end of the street.

He quickly discovered that flight was impossible here—one could only walk. Thankfully, the street was short, and he soon arrived.

“Mission Hall?”

Reading the plaque over the entrance, Lu Qing knew he had found the right place.

Without hesitation, he stepped inside.

The hall was lively, filled with masked figures going about their affairs, but none paid attention to him.

That suited him just fine. After wandering a circuit, he soon understood the setup.

The Mission Hall was where the Netherworld Palace issued all sorts of tasks.

There were not only assassination contracts but also bounties for rare herbs, pills, artifacts, and more. The variety was immense.

The assassination contracts alone were countless, targeting all manner of people.

At the very top of the lists were outrageous rewards for the heads of the greatest powers: Demon Lords of the Demon Domain, sect masters and patriarchs of top human clans, and beast kings of the Monster Domain.

Each bounty was so high that it rivaled the wealth of an entire great sect.

As he scanned, Lu Qing even spotted a bounty for himself.

[Chen Qing: Alive—reward of one hundred thousand mid-grade Spirit Stones. Dead—reward of fifty thousand mid-grade Spirit Stones, proof by head.]

[Bounty sponsor: Gongshu Clan.]

The mission details listed his deeds under the identity of Chen Qing, including how he had slain multiple Nascent Soul Cultivators in the battle at Sacred Tianxu Mountain.

When Lu Qing saw the amount on his head, even he was taken aback.

And that was just the Gongshu Clan’s bounty.

Other factions that had lost Nascent Soul experts to him had posted their own, with amounts ranging from tens of thousands to sums comparable to the Gongshu reward.

Even the smallest was still a fortune.

Reading through all the bounties on himself, Lu Qing could not help but think: Should I set up a scheme and collect my own reward?

With that much wealth, reaching the Twelfth Transformation of the Golden Core Realm—or even breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm—would no longer be a problem.

Of course, such thoughts vanished quickly.

Not only could he not risk such a thing, but he had to be even more careful about concealing his identity.

Wealth stirred greed. Even seasoned Nascent Soul experts who had survived multiple tribulations would covet such a bounty.

If his cover was blown, who knew what sort of old monsters would come after him?

Steadying himself, Lu Qing turned his attention to other missions.

One of his goals in joining the Netherworld Palace’s trial was precisely to take missions and earn Spirit Stones.

But he had to be selective.

Then his gaze froze on one particular bounty.

[Cang Jue: Dead—reward of twenty thousand mid-grade Spirit Stones, proof by head.]

The description marked him as the most favored youngest son of Demon Lord of Annihilation.

The sponsor, however, was unnamed—simply listed as “Anonymous.”

Whoever it was, they were either a human or a traitorous demon.

The Demon Domain was far from united; Demon Lords schemed against one another constantly. Without the external threat of humanity, they might already have been at war.

But when Lu Qing saw the bounty amount, his eyes widened.

“Twenty thousand mid-grade Spirit Stones? What a waste!”

He smacked his forehead in regret.

In the trial, he had annihilated Cang Jue completely, not even leaving behind a scrap.

Had he known the demon brat was worth that much, he would have kept the head and claimed the bounty.

Unfortunately, the world held no medicine for regret.

No matter how he brooded, the deed was done.

Continuing down the list, Lu Qing saw that the heirs of all three great races—the Demon Lords’ sons, Beast Kings’ heirs, Dao heirs, and saintesses of major sects, even the scions of the Thirty-Six High Clans—were all listed, with substantial rewards.

“Unbelievable. The three great races pretend to loathe the Netherworld Palace, yet secretly they all use it to place bounties on their enemies.”

Lu Qing shook his head helplessly.

As he moved along, he stopped again, eyes narrowing at a familiar name.

[Gongshu Lian: Dead—reward of ten thousand mid-grade Spirit Stones, proof by head.]

The note identified him as an elder of the Gongshu Clan, a Nascent Soul cultivator of the First Tribulation. More details required accepting the mission.

“The Gongshu Clan…”

Lu Qing fell into thought.

His enmity with the Gongshu Clan was already irreconcilable.

They had even openly posted a bounty for his own head in the Netherworld Palace.

So why should he show mercy?

Killing Gongshu Lian would weaken their power and earn him Spirit Stones at the same time.

Why not?

“Very well. My first assassination mission will be you.”

Lu Qing strode to the counter. But when he requested the Gongshu Lian mission, the masked clerk turned him down.

“You do not yet have the qualification to accept this task.”

“No qualification?” Lu Qing frowned.

“That is correct, senior. This mission is ranked C-class. But you are still only a D-class assassin, so you cannot accept it…”

The speaker wore a rabbit mask. Judging by her voice, she was female.

Through her slow explanation, Lu Qing understood.

All missions issued by the Netherworld Palace were ranked: A, B, C, and D.

A was the highest, D the lowest.

Assassins, too, were ranked according to these tiers.

One could only accept missions at or below one’s rank.

But this rank had nothing to do with cultivation strength. It was determined solely by the number of missions completed and the Merit Points gained.

Since Lu Qing had just joined and had not yet completed any mission, he was still the lowest—D-class.

The Gongshu Lian mission was C-class, thus out of his reach.

“I see. Then how do I raise my assassination rank?” Lu Qing asked.

“To advance, you must complete D-class missions. Each one grants one Merit Point. Accumulate ten, and you may advance to C-class.

But beware—if you fail to complete a mission within the set time, points will be deducted.”

After her patient explanation, Lu Qing finally understood the system.

In short, the Netherworld Palace demanded that assassins complete missions to earn advancement.

One important piece of information caught his ear:

Once an assassin reached B-class, they would be eligible to request the Palace’s formal assessment.

Pass that, and they could become a true member of the Netherworld Palace.