I Can See Through Everything-Chapter 562

"I'm merely a passerby." Lu Qing said mildly. "Do you still wish to fight?"

Li Motian stared deeply at Lu Qing, momentarily torn.

His original plan had been to capture that young girl, draw out her essence blood to boost his cultivation, and then return to lie low within the Qiankun Sect.

As for the deaths of Zixiao and the others, he already had excuses prepared.

But now, Lu Qing's unexpected appearance had thrown all his plans into disarray.

Unless he could kill Lu Qing here and silence everyone involved, he would have no choice but to flee.

Once his identity was exposed, he would never be able to stand in the righteous domain again.

That thought rekindled the murderous intent within his heart.

He had sacrificed too much over the years for the sake of revenge.

He had made countless preparations within the Qiankun Sect.

He could not allow all his efforts to be wasted.

If he were forced to escape now, he might never have another chance at revenge.

So, no matter who stood in his way—if they dared stop him—they would die.

"Looks like you've made your decision?" Lu Qing sensed Li Motian's killing intent and shook his head.

"I gave you a chance. Since you chose not to take it, don't blame me."

Though Lu Qing did feel a trace of sympathy for the tragic past of the man before him, once the other party showed murderous intent, there was no need to show mercy.

"I admit you're powerful," Li Motian said, his tone ice-cold, "but anyone who stands between me and my vengeance is my enemy. Prepare to die!"

His killing intent ignited fully, and he unleashed the black flames that engulfed his body.

The next moment, the black flames shot outward—not to strike Lu Qing directly, but to fill the surrounding space, transforming into countless black runes that sealed off the entire area within half a mile.

The black runes interlocked, forming a grand array in the blink of an eye, completely trapping Lu Qing and the young girl.

Terrifying power surged, and waves of black fire erupted from the array, surging toward the two of them.

"Daoist!" The girl trembled under the immense pressure of the formation and instinctively drew closer to Lu Qing.

Seeing how easily Lu Qing had allowed himself to be trapped, Li Motian couldn't help but grin cruelly.

This Blackfire Purgatory Array was his ultimate trump card.

Once sealed within it, unless one possessed overwhelming strength to break the formation outright, they would have no choice but to endure the searing torment of his Soul-Devouring Demonic Flame until they were burned to ashes.

And thanks to the artifact he obtained in a certain cave dwelling, he could control the array with even greater ease, its power greatly enhanced.

Even peak Golden Core cultivators at the eighth or ninth transformation would struggle to break free in a short time once trapped.

Thus, the fate of Lu Qing and the girl was sealed.

They would be reduced to ashes, their souls scattered.

Just as Li Motian prepared to enjoy their screams of agony under his flames—

He saw something he could hardly believe.

At the very moment the flames were about to engulf them, Lu Qing slowly raised his hand and pressed downward gently.

In the next instant, overwhelming power erupted.

The demonic flames were instantly extinguished.

Even the Blackfire Purgatory Array, his so-called final trump card, shattered like fragile paper.

It didn’t even last a breath before collapsing entirely.

The countless black runes disintegrated into nothingness.

"Impossible!" Li Motian stared in disbelief.

But before he could react, his eyes widened in shock.

Lu Qing—who had been over a hundred zhang away just moments ago—was now standing only a few feet in front of him.

With two fingers raised like a sword, Lu Qing calmly pointed at him.

A wave of terror surged in Li Motian’s heart.

He tried to dodge, but no matter how hard he struggled, his body refused to move.

All he could do was watch in horror as Lu Qing’s sword-fingers gently tapped the center of his brow.

Then, a tide of darkness swallowed his consciousness.

His body plummeted from the air, smashing a boulder to pieces as it hit the ground.

Only then did the girl finally recover from her shock.

"Dao… Daoist, what did you do to Li Motian?" she stammered.

"He's dead," Lu Qing said calmly.

"D-Dead?"

She looked at the corpse below in disbelief.

The same fearsome demon cultivator who had effortlessly defeated Senior Brother Zixiao and even overpowered Senior Sister Ye—

Had just been slain, so easily, by this plain-looking young man?

She was stunned, even beginning to wonder if this was all just a dream.

But as a Golden Core cultivator, she could still distinguish dream from reality.

And with the life force steadily fading from Li Motian's body, she finally accepted the truth:

The terrifying demon cultivator had truly been slain by Lu Qing.

The tension in her mind and body finally eased.

And as the pressure lifted, she immediately felt her limbs grow weak. If they hadn’t still been hovering in midair, she likely would have collapsed.

She was about to thank Lu Qing, but suddenly remembered—

"Right, Senior Brother Zixiao and the others!"

Without another word, she forced herself to stay steady and stumbled back the way they had come.

Lu Qing’s eyes flickered, and he silently followed.

Soon, the two of them arrived at a ruined valley.

There, against a sheer cliff face, was a deep cave.

Scattered throughout the valley were several cultivators in miserable condition, lying unconscious, their fate uncertain.

"Senior Brother Zixiao! Senior Brother Hong! Senior Brother Han!" the girl cried out and quickly descended to check on them.

Her face lit up in joy.

"They’re alive! Senior Brother Zixiao and the others are still alive!"

She hurriedly took out healing pills from her storage pouch and fed them to the injured.

Lu Qing was a little surprised.

Given Li Motian’s ruthless nature, it didn’t seem like him to spare their lives.

Then he remembered the note he had found on Li Motian earlier.

He immediately understood—Li Motian had likely spared these people because he intended to use their souls for demonic cultivation.

Lu Qing walked over to the woman with the weakest aura.

Her limbs were all twisted and broken, her face covered in horrifying wounds.

Seeing the extent of her injuries, Lu Qing could tell how cruel Li Motian truly had been—even to former comrades he had known for years.

Feeling her lifeforce nearly extinguished, Lu Qing didn’t hesitate.

Lu Qing took out a healing talisman he had refined previously—one at the Golden Core level.

He activated it with a thought, and the talisman floated above the injured woman.

Light streamed from the rune, bathing her in its glow. Her external wounds began to heal slowly, but the life force within her body barely stirred.

Lu Qing frowned slightly. After a moment's thought, he retrieved a white fruit about the size of a fist. He gently broke its skin.

Then, he pried open the woman's mouth and let the juice—rich with vitality—drip inside.

Xiaoli, who had been perched on Lu Qing’s shoulder all this time, instantly recognized it.

This white fruit was one of the superior-grade spiritual fruits they had found during their recent journey.

According to Lu Qing, it was a sacred fruit for healing, packed with life-restoring power.

Although the fruit was something she had discovered herself, Xiaoli said nothing. She remained quietly on Lu Qing's shoulder, not wanting to interrupt.

The juice of the white fruit dripped into the woman’s mouth.

But the woman, who had barely a breath of life left, had long lost the ability to swallow.

So Lu Qing channeled his magic power to deliver the medicinal liquid directly into her body.

Next, he drew out a set of golden needles—an artifact—and formed threads of spiritual power to control them. They floated around him in a circular formation.

He then used his power to lift the woman into midair, gently suspending her.

Guided by the filaments of force, the golden needles floated into motion, piercing one by one into the major acupoints across her body.

They stimulated the flow of medicinal energy while gradually reigniting her life force.

Under Lu Qing's continuous effort, the woman's nearly extinguished spark of life finally began to flicker, ever so faintly at first—but it grew.

“Why… why aren’t Senior Brother Zixiao and the others waking up? I already gave them healing pills, but…” the other girl muttered.

She had been feeding pills to the unconscious cultivators in purple robes nearby, but despite some improvement in their injuries, none of them stirred.

Panic setting in, she turned toward Lu Qing—only to see the scene unfolding before her.

She froze at the sight, stunned by the brilliance around Lu Qing and the woman.

More than that, she could feel the faint but steadily rising life force within the woman’s body.

“Senior Sister Ye… she’s still alive?” she gasped, eyes wide.

Lu Qing didn’t answer, too focused on the treatment.

But the girl already knew—Senior Sister Ye was not dead.

Her heart surged with joy. This time, she carefully covered her mouth, afraid even a whisper might disturb Lu Qing’s efforts.

Her mind, however, buzzed with questions.

Who was this man?

He was not only unimaginably powerful—capable of slaying a terrifying demon cultivator like Li Motian with a single move—but also possessed such miraculous medical skills that even someone thought to be dead was now being brought back.

He had saved her life.

He had saved them all.

Just who was this mysterious Daoist she had encountered while fleeing for her life?

Under her gaze, Lu Qing continued the full set of acupuncture techniques.

The healing essence of the white fruit was completely activated and infused into the woman’s body.

At the same time, Lu Qing carefully protected the fragile strand of life force in her heart meridian, nurturing it until it began to strengthen on its own.

With more and more medicinal energy integrated into her, the core of her life slowly returned.

Eventually, as her life force reached a certain threshold, the woman gave a soft groan and slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw was a halo of golden light dancing before her eyes. Her expression was one of bewilderment.

Then came a joyful voice: “Senior Sister Ye, you’re awake!”

“That’s Xiaojing’s voice… where am I?”

Still dazed, the woman tried to turn toward the source of the sound.

But the moment she moved, a searing pain shot through her body, radiating from her limbs and bones. She nearly cried out in agony.

At that moment, a calm voice entered her ears.

“Don’t move. All four of your limbs have been broken, and your heart meridian is gravely damaged.

“I need to reconnect your bones and realign your meridians, then repair your internal organs.

“This will hurt a bit—you’ll have to endure it for now.”

“My limbs are broken? I’m seriously wounded?”

The woman froze. Then, like lightning flashing through her mind, everything from before she lost consciousness came flooding back.

That’s right—they had been exploring an underground cave.

Then Li Motian suddenly turned on them, revealing himself as a demonic cultivator.

She had stayed behind to cover the others' retreat—but was defeated in an instant and lost consciousness.

So she hadn’t died?

Where was this place? Why was Xiaojing here? Had they failed to escape?

And who was this man healing her now? Where had Li Motian gone?

A thousand questions surged through her heart.

But she had no time to ponder.

Lu Qing had already begun rejoining her shattered bones and reconnecting her body.

The pain was excruciating. She had no choice but to abandon all thought and focus her mind entirely, bracing herself so she wouldn’t pass out.

Fortunately, Lu Qing’s skill was extraordinary. Before long, he had perfectly set her bones.

But that was the easy part. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The real task was in restoring her meridians.

Her entire body’s network of spiritual channels was in shambles—so tangled and damaged it resembled a web of frayed thread.

Even her dantian and qi sea were disrupted.

Repairing everything would be exhausting work.

Even for Lu Qing, it required deep focus and his soul-splitting technique just to keep up with the pace.

Finally, after a full quarter of an hour, Lu Qing reconnected and restored the last tiny spiritual channel.

The woman, still holding steady under the pain, suddenly shivered.

She could sense her qi sea again.

Her once-dim and inert Golden Core began to respond.

Almost instinctively, she activated it.

Immediately, the surrounding Heaven and Earth’s spiritual energy surged into her body.