I Can See Through Everything-Chapter 537

Under the intense gaze of the richly dressed young man, the Treasure Pavilion Master and the others immediately felt an overwhelming pressure descend from the heavens.

It was as if the sky itself were collapsing, crushing down on them.

Everyone’s body sank, the ground beneath them cracking underfoot.

What’s more, as time went on, the oppressive aura emanating from the young man grew even heavier.

In just a few breaths, it had already forced the Pavilion Master and the others to bend at the waist and knees.

He was attempting to subdue them to their knees through sheer force of presence!

“How can he be this strong without even reaching the Nascent Soul Realm?!”

All were shaken by the young man’s aura, vast and unfathomable, their eyes filled with disbelief.

They could clearly tell that the young man above them had not yet reached the level of a Nascent Soul Cultivator and was still in the Golden Core Realm.

And yet, his presence was terrifying.

It was like facing a monarch in the heavens, evoking instinctive dread and reverence.

They found themselves wanting to kneel, to worship him.

The two Vice Pavilion Masters, in particular, were filled with incredulity.

They too were powerful cultivators, beyond the seventh transformation of the Golden Core Realm.

Yet compared to him, they felt as if they weren’t even on the same level.

“This is interesting. That aura isn’t just brute force—it’s being driven by a secret technique, one capable of shaking the soul and subduing the will.”

Among them, only Lu Qing remained at ease, completely unfazed by the oppressive aura.

He even had the leisure to analyze the situation.

Still, to avoid drawing attention, he feigned a pained expression in cooperation.

“Young Master’s Imperial Heart Scripture has grown ever more refined.”

Watching the Pavilion Master and the others being slowly forced to their knees by the pressure, the two elderly men standing behind the young man smiled and exchanged a few words.

“Indeed. Among the direct lineage of the clan, the Young Master’s Imperial Heart Scripture is the most masterfully cultivated.

“He has already reached the perfected stage of the eighth transformation of the Golden Core Realm. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

“If he completes the ninth transformation in time, transcending tribulation to reach the Nascent Soul Realm will be as easy as flipping a hand.”

The elderly servant nodded in deep satisfaction.

The Young Master had formed a flawless superior-grade Golden Core after enduring the Ninefold Heavenly Tribulation—his talent was nothing short of astounding.

Once he reached the Nascent Soul Realm, he would surely continue to rise with unstoppable momentum, walking an extraordinary path even among Nascent Soul cultivators.

He would be leagues beyond old Nascent Soul cultivators like himself, whose cores were once low-grade and only refined over time.

When the Young Master attained the Nascent Soul Realm, it would finally mean the Lady's lineage had found a true pillar of support.

“Still resisting?”

Seeing the Pavilion Master and the others struggling under the pressure of his Imperial Heart Scripture, the richly dressed young man, Gongshu Yu, curled his lips in disdain.

His gaze turned icy, and his spirit surged once more.

In the next instant, the Pavilion Master and her group felt the pressure spike dramatically.

Boom!

With a deafening crash, one of the guards—already wounded and at only the first transformation of the Golden Core Realm—could no longer hold on.

Though he had been on the outer edge of the pressure, it overwhelmed him completely. He fell to his knees and collapsed, unconscious.

The Pavilion Master and the others weren’t far behind, their legs trembling, about to give in entirely.

“Damn that Qiu Rong!”

Struggling against the unbearable pressure, the Pavilion Master was seething with frustration.

Her hatred for Qiu Rong surged.

If that traitor hadn’t used the black formation disk to destroy the surrounding formation—

With the protective array in place, how could they be this helpless? How could they be reduced to such humiliation, powerless to resist?

Watching them struggle so pitifully, Lu Qing sighed quietly.

He didn’t mind putting on an act to stay inconspicuous.

But to kneel—he absolutely would not allow that.

Just as he was about to act, his spirit stirred, and the power that had begun to rise within him stilled once again.

A grand voice suddenly echoed from above.

“Heh. I did not expect that a distinguished young scion of the Gongshu Clan would take an interest in visiting a humble little city like mine. It is truly an honor.”

As the voice faded, a figure appeared in the sky.

He stood tall in mid-air before Gongshu Yu and his two elders.

It was a broad-shouldered man clad in black robes, with rugged features and commanding presence.

With his arrival, the pressure on the Pavilion Master and the others immediately eased, allowing them to straighten up.

“It’s the City Lord!”

Relieved, they felt as if they had narrowly escaped death.

If the City Lord had come a few breaths later, they might not have held out. They would have been forced to their knees and suffered spiritual damage.

“So this is the City Lord of Canglan?”

Lu Qing’s eyes flickered, and he quietly activated his spiritual ability.

Soon, seeing the data appear before his vision, he showed a hint of surprise.

“A single tribulation into the Nascent Soul Realm... This City Lord of Canglan is a whole level above those two elders.”

“Young Master, beware!”

Seeing the black-robed man appear, the two elders behind Gongshu Yu turned grim and stepped protectively in front of him.

They could feel it—the aura emanating from this man was extremely dangerous.

Had Nangong Yuanwu really made a breakthrough in the lower world?

The same thought occurred to both of them simultaneously.

Originally, according to the information they had gathered, Nangong Yuanwu had only just entered the Nascent Soul Realm when he was demoted to the lower realm—just like them.

No one expected that after spending a hundred years in this spiritually impoverished Xiao Cang Realm, he had actually managed to break through and enter the first tribulation stage!

“Uncle Cai, there's no need to worry. I believe City Lord Nangong won't act recklessly.

After all, we've come here today to assist the City Lord in apprehending demonic spies.

This is a matter of righteous duty—surely City Lord Nangong understands the difference between right and wrong.”

Gongshu Yu, however, remained calm, even smiling as he spoke.

Yet the words he said carried a rather intriguing tone.

“Oh? There are demonic spies in my Canglan City? Why haven’t I heard of this?”

City Lord Nangong’s expression remained indifferent as he asked blandly.

“Surely you’re jesting, City Lord. That dense demonic aura down below—surely you haven’t failed to notice it?”

Gongshu Yu faltered, the smile on his face thinning slightly.

“Is that so?”

City Lord Nangong flicked his sleeve, and a stream of light shot forth, landing upon the black radiance still emanating a terrifying and strange aura.

In the next moment, the black light evaporated like snow under the scorching sun, rapidly dissipating until it vanished completely.

Only then did City Lord Nangong continue with a calm voice, “I don’t see anything.”

Witnessing this, Gongshu Yu’s expression turned cold.

“So it seems City Lord Nangong intends to shield these demonic spies of the Treasure Pavilion?

I wonder, if I were to report this matter to the Tribunal Hall, would you be able to bear the consequences?”

“Report it, if you like,” the City Lord replied indifferently. “But first, are you sure you'll be able to leave my Canglan City alive?”

As soon as those words fell, the atmosphere instantly grew frigid.

An overwhelming aura of danger radiated from City Lord Nangong.

Gongshu Yu's pupils contracted sharply.

The two old men who stood protectively in front of him also tensed, facing the City Lord as if facing a dire threat.

One of them even shouted aloud.

“Nangong Yuanwu! Do you dare to lay a hand on our Young Master? Are you trying to start a war between your Nangong Clan and our Gongshu Clan?!”

“A war with the Gongshu Clan?” City Lord Nangong said with a half-smile. “Do you really think someone at the mere Golden Core Realm has that kind of weight?”

The cold light in his eyes made both elders feel a chill in their hearts.

They suddenly began to regret underestimating him.

Since his breakthrough, Nangong Yuanwu’s temperament seemed to have grown unruly.

He appeared entirely unconcerned about the power of the Gongshu Clan and seemed truly ready to make a move.

The elder pressed on. “Nangong Yuanwu, Young Master Yu is the Dao Child of our direct line. If you harm him, our Gongshu Clan will declare war on yours!”

“Dao Child?”

City Lord Nangong's gaze shifted to Gongshu Yu.

After a few breaths, a look of understanding flickered in his eyes.

“So that’s it. You’ve been cultivating the Imperial Heart Scripture, have you? No wonder you’re so arrogant, daring to stir up trouble in my territory.

Let me give you a word of advice: there is always someone stronger, and the heavens stretch farther than you imagine.

Don’t go thinking you’re untouchable just because you have some cultivation—watch yourself, or I’ll crush you like an ant!”

With those words, the city fell silent.

Everyone was stunned by the City Lord’s domineering tone.

Even Lu Qing was taken aback.

This City Lord Nangong’s way of handling matters... was quite unorthodox.

As for Gongshu Yu, his face darkened to an extreme.

He had never imagined Nangong Yuanwu would be so utterly shameless.

Not only did he disregard the ties between their clans, he even dared to humiliate him publicly!

A murderous fury surged within Gongshu Yu.

“So it seems you are determined to shield these demon spawn of the Treasure Pavilion,” he said coldly.

“Young pup,” City Lord Nangong’s eyes turned icy as he stared him down, “you think you can declare someone a demon just because you say so? Keep yapping, and I really will crush you!”

“Good. Very good!”

Yet Gongshu Yu seemed not the least bit afraid. Instead, he let out a furious laugh.

“No one has ever dared to insult me, Gongshu Yu, like this!”

“Nangong Yuanwu, you’re nothing but an old man with limited potential, banished to this lower realm by the Nangong Clan to rot—how dare you insult me?”

“If you insist on shielding these demonic spies, then I’ll take you down as well and report everything to the Tribunal Hall—let them see how the Nangong Clan conspires with demons!”

With that, Gongshu Yu suddenly tore from his neck a jade talisman etched with mysterious runes.

He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto it.

“Protective Jade Talisman! Young Master, no!”

Seeing this, the two old men behind him turned pale with fright and immediately tried to stop him.

But it was already too late.

Gongshu Yu had already formed a spell seal, activating the talisman.

In the next moment, a vast and boundless aura surged from the jade talisman.

“Uncle Cai, Steward—you needn’t stop me. This wretch dared to humiliate me in public! If I swallow this insult, my Dao Heart will be irreparably damaged.

And the Imperial Heart Scripture... will never progress again.

Only by capturing this man can I vent the fury in my heart!”

Hearing this, the two old men froze mid-action.

They knew all too well how peculiar the Imperial Heart Scripture was.

Now, there truly was no turning back.

“Protective Jade Talisman!?”

City Lord Nangong’s eyes narrowed as he felt the aura rising from the jade talisman.

He prepared to act, but the two elders—who had just been wary of him—suddenly stepped forward proactively.

“Don’t even think about it!”

The two of them worked in unison, conjuring a series of radiant beams of power to block the City Lord’s path.

The Young Master needed time to activate the talisman.

Their duty now was to buy him that time.

“Out of my way!”

City Lord Nangong’s gaze turned icy cold, and the sleeves of his black robe—like rivers drawn from an abyss—lashed toward the two elders.

Boom!

The collision of three Nascent Soul cultivators caused the spiritual energy above Canglan City to spiral out of control. Even the very laws of the world seemed to twist under the pressure.

The sheer might radiating from their clash left all the cultivators below weak at the knees.

Only those above the Golden Core Realm could barely stand.

Everyone else collapsed to the ground, staring at the heavens in terror.

The pressure of Nascent Soul power alone was more than these lower-realm cultivators could bear.

If not for the grand defensive formation protecting the city...

Who knew how many lives would have been lost by now?

“How... how did things escalate this far?”

Outside the Treasure Pavilion, the Master of Tianji Workshop—who had merely come to watch the Pavilion Master’s humiliation—stared up in disbelief.

Inside, his heart quaked with fear.

He had never expected what started as a simple plan to eliminate the Treasure Pavilion would erupt into a full-blown battle of Nascent Soul cultivators.

If something happened to Young Master Yu...

Even ten deaths wouldn’t be enough to atone.

Amid the violent explosions of spiritual energy, the two elders could no longer maintain their footing and were forced to retreat rapidly.

When they finally stabilized themselves, their faces were filled with shock.

A single tier separated initial Nascent Soul from the first tribulation stage.

But the difference in strength...

Was staggering.

Even working together, they couldn’t fully block a single strike.

Still, the fact that they had managed to block it at all—

Was already enough.

Yet despite having pushed back two Nascent Soul cultivators in a single blow, City Lord Nangong showed no hint of triumph.

Instead, his expression turned grave as he looked toward Gongshu Yu.

The jade talisman in Gongshu Yu’s hand had already vanished.

Only wisps of white jade dust drifted through the air.

And beside him, a figure now stood silently—hands behind his back, expression cold. Though faint and slightly distorted, it emanated immense pressure.

“Protective Jade Talisman...”

City Lord Nangong’s gaze locked onto the figure, eyes deep with solemnity.

He knew this artifact well.

This was a sacred treasure forged by major families in the upper realm, bestowed upon their most gifted descendants.

Within each jade talisman lay a sliver of soul power from a Nascent Soul cultivator who had surpassed the third tribulation.

Once activated through bloodline resonance, it summoned a phantom infused with that supreme power—capable of slaying any foe.

It was one of the strongest protective measures upper realm families gave to their core heirs.

What caught City Lord Nangong off guard wasn’t the existence of such a talisman.

It was that Gongshu Yu had one—and had used it without hesitation.