I Can See Through Everything

Lu Qing appeared alongside a man with a pair of horns on his head and an unusual visage.

The despairing eyes of the richly dressed youth suddenly lit up. Once slumped on the ground, he abruptly stood and tried to rush forward, only to slam into an invisible barrier. The collision sent him reeling backward, stars dancing before his eyes as he collapsed again, dazed and disoriented.

"Seventh Prince!"

Several guards hurriedly shielded him, their expressions wary as they eyed Lu Qing and his companion.

Lu Qing observed the scene with indifference, paying no attention to the guards' vigilant movements. Instead, he addressed the richly dressed youth, "Where is the map you mentioned earlier?"

The youth froze momentarily, quickly realizing what Lu Qing meant. His mind raced as he hesitated, then he said, "So you're after that map. I can give it to you. As long as you let us go, I will hand it over immediately…"

Before he could finish speaking, a sudden lightness on his right side made him pause. Confused, he glanced down at his arm, only to see an empty space where it had been. His face contorted in horror, and unbearable pain surged through him, eliciting a scream.

"Ah! My right arm!"

His right arm was gone—vanished without a trace. Even the guards were stunned, clueless as to how the Seventh Prince's arm had been severed. They hadn't even noticed when it happened.

The tranquil tone of his voice sent shivers down everyone's spines. They could sense that this young man would not hesitate to act on his words.

The richly dressed youth trembled, his mind reeling. Ignoring the searing pain of his severed arm, he hastily pulled out a worn parchment from his robe.

"The map… it's here…"

Before his words fully landed, the map vanished from his hand, reappearing in Lu Qing's grasp. Witnessing this, the youth felt a chill deep in his bones. Lu Qing's methods were too strange, too terrifying. If such power were used against him, taking his life would be as simple as plucking a leaf.

Holding the parchment, Lu Qing rubbed its surface thoughtfully. It appeared to be made from the hide of a peculiar creature, both durable and supple—no wonder it had lasted for centuries.

When he unfolded the map, intricate patterns and strange symbols met his eyes. There was also a simple depiction of terrain, which seemed vaguely familiar to Lu Qing. A suspicion began to form in his mind. Activating hisSpiritual Powers, he scrutinized the map.

Faint red light surfaced on the parchment, revealing strips of information floating before him:

Mysterious Map: A map crafted from the hide of the Spirit-Eating Bull.

Contains encoded characters requiring unique methods to decipher its secrets.

Left behind by Precelestial Realm cultivator Li Weitian as a legacy.

Legacy detected. Would you like to download it?

After reviewing the text, Lu Qing confirmed his hunch. The map was indeed Li Weitian's legacy. Though he lacked the means to decipher it traditionally, hisSpiritual Powerscould unveil its secrets.

He chose to download the legacy.

Surprisingly, the process was swift, as the information embedded in the map was limited. Once the download was complete, Lu Qing accessed the knowledge. His eyes glimmered with understanding—his suspicions had been correct.

The map contained both a Precelestial-level cultivation technique and the location of a treasure trove.

The cultivation technique was irrelevant to Lu Qing now, but the treasure trove was none other than theJade Transformation Chamber, where Li Weitian had anticipated his own demise if he failed to ascend. He had left the map to guide his descendants to retrieve his remains for proper burial.

However, unforeseen calamities had befallen the Li family. After Li Weitian's disappearance, his clan was targeted by powerful adversaries, forcing them to scatter and retreat into obscurity. Over the centuries, their wealth was lost, and even the knowledge to interpret the map was forgotten.

Having absorbed the information, Lu Qing summoned a flame and incinerated the map until nothing remained.

The richly dressed youth and his guards were dumbstruck.

Especially the youth, who had assumed that a map coveted by someone as formidable as Lu Qing must hold immense value. Yet Lu Qing had simply burned it after a brief look. Was the map fake?

A wave of unease gripped him. If the map was fake, would this cold and ruthless young man blame him for it?

"Sir, this map was acquired from a lowly family. I truly didn't know whether it was genuine or not. If there's a problem with the map, please let me live, and I'll personally punish that family for deceiving you!"

Lu Qing turned to look at him. The next moment, the youth felt an agonizing pain on his left side. He looked down incredulously to see his left arm gone as well.

"No need to worry—the map was genuine," Lu Qing said calmly amidst the youth's screams. "However, the so-called lowly family you mentioned? Their ancestor, Senior Li Weitian, once did me a great favor. Do you think losing both your arms is enough penance?"

The youth's eyes widened in terror. Li Weitian had been a benefactor to this man, yet he had captured and exploited Li's descendants. His heart sank, his entire body trembling with cold dread.

Ignoring the pain of his severed arms, he fell to his knees and began kowtowing in desperation.

"Sir, I was ignorant of your connection to Senior Li! Please spare my life!"

The once-proud Seventh Prince had abandoned all dignity, consumed only by his instinct to survive.

"Don't worry. I have no immediate intention of taking your life," Lu Qing said, his tone detached. "Whether you live or die depends on whether your fourth brother can relay my conditions to your Yan family—and whether your family accepts them. If I'm not satisfied, not only will you perish, but your Yan family will be erased from existence."

As his words faded, Lu Qing's figure began to dissipate.

The richly dressed youth cried out in panic, "Sir, please…"

Before he could finish, darkness engulfed him, and he realized he was back in theSpatial Prison.

"No…"

The young man in luxurious robes showed despair in his eyes, but no matter how loudly he shouted, no one responded.

Even his voice could not penetrate the confines of the spatial prison.

The guards around him, seeing the young man's hopelessness, felt a shared sense of dread, like foxes mourning a fallen rabbit.