I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1281: 781: Enemy of the World?

“Master, please stop drinking. Your injuries haven't fully recovered yet, and too much alcohol will only harm you more.”

Inside a bustling tavern, an elderly servant urged Nangong Yuanwu, who clutched a large jar of wine tightly.

“Don't worry about it. This wound has plagued me for decades already. A little more booze won't make things any worse, right?”

Nangong Yuanwu dismissed the concern with a wave, his body reeking of strong liquor as he slurred his words through hazy eyes.

The former mighty powerhouse of the Primordial Spirit Realm now carried an air of utter despondency.

“Yet the young miss warned before departing that you absolutely must quit drinking until she returns,” the old servant persisted in his sincere counsel.

At the sound of Mo Hongyun's name, Nangong Yuanwu halted abruptly, the jar in his grip lowering limply.

Noticing this reaction, the old servant sensed a spark of possibility, aware that only mentioning Miss Hong Yun could sway the master to heed advice.

“Master, the young miss mentioned that upon emerging from her next seclusion, she'll seek an expert to craft a Body Transformation Pill. That could finally bring a chance for your healing.”

“Heal my wounds?” Bitterness flickered across Nangong Yuanwu’s features, “The Body Transformation Pill is incredibly rare. Refining it demands a Grandmaster of the Alchemy Dao. Though Hong Yun holds a remarkable position now, her cultivation remains limited, and her rank in the Netherworld Palace is modest. Do you really believe she'll easily secure such aid?”

“Even so, it's a ray of hope, correct? The young miss told you to preserve your well-being. Discovering your daily indulgence would undoubtedly infuriate her,” the old servant pleaded with genuine concern.

“Fine, fine, no more drinking—let's head home.”

Nangong Yuanwu flung the wine jar down on the table, preparing to pay and depart.

Yet right then, a voice echoed unexpectedly.

“Enjoying such relaxation already, Senior? Looks like my timing is perfect.”

With those words, two silhouettes gradually climbed the stairs from the floor below.

Nangong Yuanwu gazed in astonishment at Lu Qing, ascending alongside Little Yan. He hadn't anticipated encountering this individual in such a place.

“Senior Nangong, it's been ages.”

Lu Qing regarded the stunned Nangong Yuanwu and offered a faint smile.

“Mr. Lu, what brings you here?”

Nangong Yuanwu trembled slightly, snapping back to reality, a hint of anxiety surfacing on his expression.

The vigilant old servant observed his master's familiarity with the youth and suppressed the rising mana in his body.

Nevertheless, he refused to lower his guard completely.

For an inexplicable reason, this young man emanated a profound dread that chilled him to the core.

The girl accompanying him felt like a sheathed blade, radiating an intensely perilous vibe.

Most alarmingly, he found himself utterly unable to discern the cultivation levels of these two!

Usually, this phenomenon occurs due to two possible causes.

The first involves both possessing Exotic Treasures capable of masking their cultivation auras.

The second means their realms surpass his by a vast margin.

Whichever the case, the old servant dared not slacken his caution even a bit.

“I simply entered on foot,” Lu Qing laughed lightly, “Or does Senior object to a junior's presence?”

“Not at all,” Nangong Yuanwu responded hastily, “Mr. Lu, do you realize that the Holy Alliance at present…”

There, Nangong Yuanwu abruptly clamped his lips shut.

Even though this lay within the Nangong family's domain, walls have ears, as the proverb warns. Should Lu Qing's identity leak to any listener, chaos could erupt immediately.

“No need for concern, Senior. Our words here remain private to us,” Lu Qing remarked casually.

Hearing that, Nangong Yuanwu froze for a moment. He soon noticed the outer clamor had vanished entirely, leaving the whole tavern eerily quiet.

He grasped at once that Lu Qing had orchestrated this isolation.

Relief washed over his mind.

This enigmatic young man, who had unleashed massive upheavals across the Heavenly Origin Great World for years, wielded abilities far exceeding his wildest thoughts.

If Lu Qing assured their talk stayed unheard, then it surely did.

“Mr. Lu, encountering you here is unexpected—who might this be?”

Nangong Yuanwu turned his gaze to Little Yan.

Inwardly, he marveled at her flawless, ethereal beauty, a sight rare even in his extensive lifetime.

“She's my little sister, Little Yan, come to offer respects to Senior,” Lu Qing introduced.

“My respects to Senior,” Little Yan said courteously.

“Ah, your sister—truly, she possesses a refined and otherworldly charm.”

Nangong Yuanwu voiced his admiration aloud, a thought stirring within him.

Lu Qing had always shrouded himself in mystery, his origins a complete enigma to all.

The sudden emergence of a sister struck him as rather peculiar.

Still, Nangong Yuanwu noted the striking resemblance in Little Yan and Lu Qing's appearances, convincing him the sibling bond rang true.

However, Lu Qing's initial arrival in the Heavenly Origin Great World had relied on the power he provided.

He pondered how the sister had gained entry.

Delving his senses into his Storage Magical Treasure, he planned to fetch a modest token for the occasion.

But the barren void inside his Storage Magical Treasure caused Nangong Yuanwu to tense up suddenly.

It evoked memories of his hardships through the years, rendering him unable even to produce a simple present.

“Senior flatters too much,” Lu Qing answered, “Yet from your aura, it appears your recovery remains incomplete. Might I inquire as to the cause?”

A sense of bewilderment stirred in Lu Qing.

He recalled Nangong Yuanwu's near-fatal brush with a Netherworld Palace assassin long ago.

Yet he hadn't foreseen that, after so much time, the wounds lingered unhealed.

Based on the aura now, it had declined from the Primordial Spirit Realm, scarcely matching a standard Golden Core Realm practitioner.

“A tale too lengthy to recount, hardly worth the breath. But Mr. Lu, your exploits in recent years have built quite the legend—truly remarkable.”

Nangong Yuanwu appeared reluctant to dwell on the topic, steering the conversation elsewhere instead.

“So, news of my actions has reached your ears, Senior?” Lu Qing replied evenly.

“Mr. Lu, your achievements echo far and wide, and this isn't some isolated corner. How could I remain ignorant?” Nangong Yuanwu exhaled deeply.

“In that case, it's fortunate timing. This junior has secluded himself for years and just emerged lately. I'm clueless about the world's current state; would Senior kindly inform me?” Lu Qing asked modestly.

He held no shock that Nangong Yuanwu linked those feats to him.

After all, with the Five Treasure Taoist in custody, the Holy Alliance must have scrutinized his every move in the Heavenly Origin Great World meticulously.

The revelation of all his assumed identities came as no surprise.

“Mr. Lu, you've remained in seclusion these many years?”

Surprise etched across Nangong Yuanwu's face.

Lately, the Holy Alliance alongside numerous sects and clans had hunted relentlessly for traces of Lu Qing.

Yet searches yielded zilch, as though Lu Qing had evaporated completely.

Thus, countless assumed he'd departed the Heavenly Origin Great World ages ago, escaping to distant lands.

Evidently now, he'd concealed himself in some hidden spot for cultivation?

“Something like that,” Lu Qing affirmed, “Hence my question to Senior: is my position now dire?”

“Ah, that explains why Mr. Lu approached me.”

Nangong Yuanwu comprehended then the boldness of Lu Qing's venture into Nangong family lands.

It stemmed from his fresh exit from seclusion, leaving him uninformed on key events.

With a heavy sigh, he declared, “Mr. Lu, your plight isn't merely unfavorable—it's as if you're the foe of the entire world.”