I Can See Through Everything-Chapter 539

“Nangong Yuanwu, you old bastard! You’ve got some nerve!”

A chilling voice echoed from the heavens, resonating throughout the city.

High above, Gongshu Yu looked down with murderous intent in his eyes and a twisted expression on his face.

Others might not be able to see, but from his vantage point in the sky, everything below was crystal clear.

Amid the ruins outside the city walls, Uncle Cai and Steward Cai were sprawled atop broken rubble, unconscious and barely clinging to life.

Gongshu Yu had not expected this. Just moments ago, everything had been under his control, victory seemed certain.

Yet in the blink of an eye, the situation had reversed completely.

Not only were Uncle Cai and Steward Cai—both Nascent Soul Realm cultivators—seriously injured and rendered completely incapable of fighting, even the soul projection of their ancestor had dissipated entirely after exhausting its power to protect him.

Recalling the terrifying tide of force just now, Gongshu Yu couldn’t help but feel a lingering dread.

Had it not been for the ancestor’s protection, even with other defensive treasures on hand, he would have been obliterated by that explosion.

This thought only fueled the murderous fury boiling in Gongshu Yu’s chest.

He looked down upon Canglan City with eyes full of malice.

This time, his losses were devastating.

Not only had he lost his only Dao-Protection Jade Talisman, but also the two guardians sent by his clan—whether they would even survive remained uncertain.

Even if they did, they might be crippled for life.

With such heavy losses, competing with other direct descendants in the clan would now be far more difficult.

The internal power struggles of the clan were notoriously ruthless.

If he fell behind, the resources allocated to him would drop drastically—something he absolutely could not tolerate.

And it was all because of that old scoundrel, Nangong Yuanwu!

“Nangong Yuanwu, I only intended to capture you and bring you back for questioning, but now I’ve changed my mind.

I’ll grind your bones to ash, rip out your soul, forge it into a soul lamp, and burn it for a hundred years.

I want you to know the agony of neither living nor dying!

And you heretics from the Treasure Pavilion… all of you must die!”

At this moment, Gongshu Yu no longer cared for anything else. He wanted to slaughter the City Lord of Canglan City and the Master of the Treasure Pavilion, to rip out their souls and torment them.

Only by doing so could he vent the hatred in his heart.

Engulfed by burning killing intent, Gongshu Yu didn’t even stop to heal Uncle Cai and Steward Cai. He simply dove downward, aiming straight for the Treasure Pavilion.

A terrifying pressure erupted from him, kingly and oppressive, making everyone tremble in spirit.

Just as he was about to descend upon Canglan City, a formation light barrier blocked his way.

“A city protection formation with no one to control it dares to obstruct me? Break!”

With a face of ice, Gongshu Yu summoned radiant energy and suddenly launched a massive white fist imprint.

Boom!

The enormous imprint struck the formation barrier. With a violent shock, the light screen twisted and rippled, hairline cracks spreading across its surface.

The city’s great protective formation had already been damaged by the earlier torrent of destructive power.

Now, without anyone to maintain it, it faltered under Gongshu Yu’s assault and was on the brink of collapse.

Seeing this, Gongshu Yu hurled another fist imprint. The cracks in the barrier widened.

“Fellow Daoist Lu, what should we do? Without the City Lord’s guidance, the formation can’t hold!”

Seeing the cracks on the barrier, the Treasure Pavilion Master and others grew frantic.

Though they too were Golden Core Realm cultivators, Gongshu Yu’s aura was so overwhelming they had no confidence they could stand against him.

“What can we do?” Lu Qing sighed. “This man is formidable, and now he has locked onto our souls. Even if we tried to flee, we likely couldn’t escape his perception.

And besides, even if we tried, would the one outside allow it?”

“Well said, boy. Your spiritual sense is quite keen.”

At that moment, several figures appeared.

Leading them was a middle-aged man in ornate robes. A powerful aura radiated from him, enveloping the Treasure Pavilion Master and the others.

He was clearly a late-stage Golden Core Realm cultivator.

The people behind him were also Golden Core cultivators.

“Tianji Workshop Master? It’s you?!”

The Treasure Pavilion Master’s expression changed drastically.

“That’s right. It’s me. You wench—you broke the rules, stole spirit stones from my Tianji Workshop, and offended Young Master Yu. You think you can just run away?

Stay here and await the young master’s arrival. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being merciless!”

Indeed, the newly appeared group were from the Tianji Workshop.

When the battle between Nascent Soul cultivators erupted earlier, the Tianji Workshop Master had fled at the mere sensation of that overwhelming pressure.

Now that things had settled, he returned—clearly hoping to curry favor with Young Master Yu.

But he dared not make a move without permission.

Seeing the bloodthirst in Young Master Yu’s expression, he didn’t dare risk provoking him.

If he acted improperly, he might end up as collateral damage.

“Miss, I’ll hold them off. You take the City Lord and flee to the City Lord’s Mansion. There’s still a formation there. Maybe it can buy us more time!”

At that moment, a figure stepped in front of the Treasure Pavilion Master—it was Uncle Fu, who had been quietly following her all along.

A powerful aura surged from him as well—he, too, was a late-stage Golden Core Realm cultivator.

“Yes, the City Lord’s Mansion!”

The Treasure Pavilion Master snapped out of her panic.

However, before she and the others could act, another voice rang out.

“Trying to run? That won’t do. My Myriad Phenomena Pavilion will assist the young master in capturing these heretics.”

As the voice fell, a red-faced elder with wild hair appeared with several others, blocking another path.

“The Myriad Phenomena Pavilion too?” Despair washed over the Treasure Pavilion Master and her allies.

The red-faced elder had blocked the road leading to the City Lord’s Mansion.

And worse still—above them, a deafening boom resounded, shaking the entire city.

The formation barrier of Canglan City, after enduring repeated strikes from Gongshu Yu, finally shattered completely.

Accompanied by the explosive energy shockwave, Gongshu Yu descended upon the city in full.

“You lowly worms. Are you ready to die?”

“How did it come to this?”

As Gongshu Yu descended like a devil god, the Treasure Pavilion Master’s eyes were filled with despair and her heart brimmed with unwillingness.

She had sacrificed a century of her lifespan to activate her bloodline divine ability.

At last, she had glimpsed a clue from the River of Fate.

Her chance to escape the shackles of destiny had appeared—right here, in Canglan City of the Xiao Cang Realm.

But now, faced with this dire situation and Gongshu Yu’s killing intent...

She couldn’t see even a shred of hope for survival.

“Could it be... that the so-called opportunity I divined after burning a hundred years of life was merely fate mocking me once again?”

With grief and rage overwhelming her, an even darker thought emerged in her heart.

Gongshu Yu, radiating a glacial killing aura, descended slowly.

His gaze first lingered on Nangong Yuanwu, seeing him half-dead and unconscious.

Then his eyes fell on the Treasure Pavilion Master.

“You wretched woman! Because of you, I’ve suffered immense loss. I’ll cripple your cultivation and throw you into the filthiest brothel, to be defiled by thousands and cursed by all, dying in disgrace!”

With that, Gongshu Yu conjured a five-colored glazed law palm and reached toward the Treasure Pavilion Master.

“Miss, run!”

Uncle Fu roared, his aura flaring as he charged toward the law palm.

“Courting death!”

Gongshu Yu sneered. The palm suddenly accelerated and, with an arcane curve, slammed into Uncle Fu.

A torrent of violent energy burst forth—Uncle Fu was sent flying.

His body smashed through countless buildings before finally crashing into a pile of rubble, unmoving.

“Uncle Fu!”

As the Treasure Pavilion Master cried out in anguish, the glazed law palm continued toward her, undeterred.

A mighty suppressive force bore down on her and the others.

...

Just as the law palm was about to seize the Treasure Pavilion Master and the others, a sigh suddenly echoed through the air.

Then, a calm voice softly uttered a single word: “Still.”

With that voice, everything around them changed.

Within several li of space, the atmosphere froze solid.

The immensely powerful five-colored glazed law palm slowed drastically, until it came to a complete halt—suspended midair, less than three feet in front of the Treasure Pavilion Master and the others, unable to advance an inch.

Not only that, but even the surrounding cultivators felt their bodies grow heavy.

Despite being Golden Core Realm cultivators, they found themselves struggling to move under the oppressive force holding them in place.

“What?!”

Gongshu Yu was shocked to see his technique halted.

At the same time, he felt an invisible force pressing down on him.

With a cold snort, his body flared with treasure light, and he dispelled the suppressive force with ease.

“As expected of a direct descendant of the Gongshu Clan, one of the Thirty-Six High Clans of the Upper Realm—so many treasures on your person.”

A serene voice followed, and when Gongshu Yu turned in its direction, his pupils shrank.

The others, upon seeing the speaker, all showed expressions of shock, whether they recognized him or not.

“Fellow Daoist Lu!”

The Treasure Pavilion Master stared dumbfounded at Lu Qing.

Behind Lu Qing, the faint shadow of an ancient, unadorned cauldron hovered.

Everyone could sense it—the force that had locked down the area and stilled Gongshu Yu’s law palm was emanating from that phantom cauldron.

“I never imagined that a powerhouse was hidden within the Treasure Pavilion. Boy, who are you?”

Upon seeing Lu Qing clearly, Gongshu Yu’s sharp demeanor returned, questioning him directly.

He appeared completely unbothered that his law palm had been restrained.

But inwardly, Gongshu Yu was deeply unsettled.

He realized he couldn’t see through Lu Qing’s true strength.

In his spiritual perception, Lu Qing appeared to be no more than Golden Core Third Transformation.

But how could someone at that level possibly suppress his technique?

And judging by the words just spoken, this man clearly knew who he was.

For a moment, Gongshu Yu was filled with doubt and suspicion.

He immediately activated his secret technique, his eyes flashing with strange light as he scrutinized Lu Qing.

“Who I am doesn’t matter. I’ve always preferred peace over bloodshed.

Young Master Gongshu, since you’ve won today’s battle, why not show magnanimity and, for my sake, spare the Treasure Pavilion Master and her people?”

Lu Qing’s voice remained gentle, the phantom cauldron of Li Huo slowly rotating behind him.

“Spare them, for your sake?” Gongshu Yu sneered. “Who are you to ask such a thing of me?”

“Young Master, that’s him! He’s the mysterious talisman master from the Treasure Pavilion! The one who crafted those new talismans that recently appeared in Canglan City!”

Suddenly, the Tianji Workshop Master cried out.

Upon seeing Lu Qing’s face, he finally recalled the intelligence they had gathered about the mysterious talisman master.

“So it’s you!” 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

With those words, even more cultivators tensed.

Gongshu Yu’s expression darkened further.

“So this entire storm in Canglan City… was all set off by you. It seems you’re the demon spawn behind the Treasure Pavilion!”

“You’re sharp, Young Master Gongshu. Even now, you’re quick to throw accusations onto me.” Lu Qing shook his head. “So, there’s no room for negotiation?”

Gongshu Yu said nothing.

He had already observed Lu Qing using his clan’s secret technique for quite some time.

He confirmed it: Lu Qing was truly only at Golden Core Third Transformation.

He had complete faith in his secret technique—it had been developed by a Nascent Soul cultivator of the sixth tribulation from his clan. No one below that realm could escape its gaze.

So this brat wasn’t some hidden master. He must be relying on other means to suppress the technique.

The cauldron, perhaps?

Gongshu Yu’s gaze turned to the ancient cauldron shadow behind Lu Qing, a flash of understanding in his eyes.

A treasure capable of restraining his technique couldn’t possibly be ordinary.

That ancient cauldron must be a high-grade spiritual artifact!

A wave of greed surged in Gongshu Yu’s heart.

He had suffered immense losses—his trump cards were all spent.

But if he could obtain such a high-grade artifact, he could recoup all of it.

After all, even Nascent Soul powerhouses rarely possessed treasures above high-grade spiritual artifacts.

With that in mind, Gongshu Yu shouted, “A petty demon remnant dares to flaunt power in the lands of the righteous?

You think a fancy artifact and a few tricks will be enough to deceive us?

Watch as I rip off your disguise and reveal your true form!”

As he finished, treasure light flared around him once more.

A suit of treasure armor materialized on his body, shielding him completely.

At the same time, a pair of gauntlets appeared over his fists.

In the next moment, he swung forward.

A terrifying white fist imprint roared forth, aimed straight at Lu Qing.

This time, empowered by his treasure artifacts, the force of the fist imprint distorted the very laws of the world.

Its power surpassed even what he’d used to shatter Canglan City’s protective formation.

Even the ever-present suppressive force around them couldn’t stop it now.

As the fist imprint neared Lu Qing, Gongshu Yu’s eyes gleamed coldly.

Though the man wielded a high-grade artifact, his cultivation was too low—he couldn’t draw out its full potential.

And the gauntlets Gongshu Yu wore, though only low-grade spiritual artifacts, allowed him to unleash nearly their full power.

There was no way this brat could stop his punch.

If he smashed Lu Qing to pieces, the treasure would be his.

A satisfied smirk crept across Gongshu Yu’s face.

Around them, the other Golden Core cultivators were struck with horror at the fist’s sheer force.

If that punch landed on any of them, they’d die instantly—body and soul annihilated, not even a scrap of flesh remaining.

Even a Golden Core Ninth Transformation cultivator would have to avoid it.

That brat is dead for sure!

Everyone found themselves thinking the same thing.

But in the next moment, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

Facing the terrifying fist imprint, Lu Qing’s expression didn’t change in the slightest.

He simply extended a hand, yellow light shimmering around his palm, and reached toward it.

Then—just like that—he grasped the imprint.

The immense power within was wrapped in a faint yellow glow, completely sealed, unable to explode.

“So… there’s really no room for talk, is there?”

Lu Qing sighed lightly, tightened his grip, and—under the stunned gazes of all—shattered the fist imprint in his hand.

Then, in the blink of an eye, his figure vanished.

By the time he reappeared, he was already standing before Gongshu Yu.