I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1333 - 810: Debt Collection, Another Shakedown! (Part 2)

Simultaneously, a hidden shock surged within him.

Before, beyond the starry expanse, he had observed Lu Qing slaying multiple Jie Mie through curses.

Back then, one might argue the distance was too vast for intervention, rendering any attempt to halt it futile.

Yet now, as Lu Qing unleashed the Curse Technique, that eerie fluctuation remained utterly beyond his power to block.

It dawned on him then that Lu Qing's mastery of the Curse Path had reached depths even he struggled to comprehend.

"So, shall we engage in a real conversation at last?"

A strand of Primordial Spirit Aura materialized anew in Lu Qing’s grasp, far more potent than the last.

This belonged to Yuan Yi Demon Venerable, the mightiest among the Demon Lords felled by Lu Qing.

The Primordial Demon fixed his gaze on Lu Qing in utter silence, seething with infinite rage.

As a haughty entity at the Unity Realm Stage, he reigned as the undisputed sovereign of the Demon Clan, wielding absolute command.

No creature alive had ever challenged his decrees.

But right now, facing direct intimidation, his overbearing essence recoiled in outrage.

"It seems dialogue is impossible."

Lu Qing's fingers twitched subtly, poised to inflict the curse upon the Primordial Spirit Aura he held.

"Hold on!"

The Primordial Demon shattered his quiet at last, crying out abruptly.

He recognized that prolonging the deadlock served no purpose.

Standing before him was a youth with exceptional techniques and profoundly alarming schemes.

Prior, that devastating blow from the foe had eradicated Yuan Yi Demon Venerable and his peers in a single assault.

Concealed within it, he had stealthily gathered their Primordial Spirit Aura, all while the trio of Unity Realm Stages remained oblivious.

Even amid such chaos, he orchestrated that ploy so deftly.

Armed with such tactics and shrewdness, the Primordial Demon at last grasped the weight of Luo Yuantian’s earlier warning.

Truly, their Demon Clan had stirred a horrifying beast.

"Brat, what exactly do you wish to discuss?" the Primordial Demon growled lowly.

"As I’ve stated, I’ve come to settle scores. Your Demon Clan’s destiny now rests in my control, and should I curse those Demon Lords, what do you suppose follows?"

The Primordial Demon held back his response for a moment, yet visions already filled his mind: the Human Race elders reviving, reclaiming their power, and marching an army to overrun the Demon Clan.

"Evidently, you’ve already figured it out."

Observing the Primordial Demon’s face, Lu Qing offered a faint grin.

"Imposing curses on more than a dozen Demon Venerable-tier powerhouses won’t be a light burden for you. The Curse Path’s rebound is no trivial matter. Aren’t you concerned your core might fracture, leaving your Primordial Spirit scarred by a Dao injury that bars you from Unity Realm forever?"

"Spare your worry for that, or perhaps you believe hexing a group of Primordial Spirit Realm demon offspring will drain me meaningfully?"

The Primordial Demon remembered Lu Qing’s colossal transformation and shuddered inwardly.

He held some knowledge of the Curse Path, aware that deploying the Curse Technique meant bearing the Law of Curse’s backlash, forfeiting vital life force in kind.

However, considering Lu Qing’s immense vitality in giant form.

The Primordial Demon doubted that cursing tenfold the Demon Lords would inflict real harm on Lu Qing’s foundation.

This realization washed over him like a wave of despair.

He saw now that he possessed no bargaining power against Lu Qing.

"Enough. Our Demon Clan erred this round. Speak plainly—what are your demands?"

"Straightforward enough: I’ve got a keen eye for Spirit Stones. Should your Demon Clan deliver forty thousand top-grade spiritual stones plus one thousand top-grade spirit stones, we can call this resolved."

Noting the Primordial Demon’s concession, Lu Qing laid out his conditions without delay.

"Forty thousand top-grade spiritual stones, one thousand top-grade spirit stones..."

From the starry void, Luo Yuantian and the golden-eyed middle-aged man observed everything. Lu Qing’s demands hit them like a chill, drawing sharp intakes of breath.

This round, Lu Qing’s extortion cut deeper than his prior shakedown of them.

Once the shock faded, however, a thrill of satisfaction bloomed within them.

Lu Qing’s tactic was like carving a massive chunk from the Demon Clan’s reserves.

Post-revival, the Demon Lords would face severe depletion regardless.

For the foreseeable future, at minimum, they’d pose no further threats.

"That many spirit stones..."

Lu Qing’s stipulation sent a jolt through the Primordial Demon’s core.

Still, he responded swiftly, "You’re certain? Our Demon Domain’s spirit stones differ from those in Human Race lands. Even handed over, you couldn’t refine them."

"Refinability is my affair. Your role is to assemble and dispatch the spirit stones. Problem? Refusing?"

Under Lu Qing’s cool stare, the Primordial Demon faltered.

Several breaths later, he rasped, "Forty thousand top-grade spiritual stones I can scarcely muster, but top-grade spirit stones are exceedingly scarce. Scouring the whole Demon Domain yields no such quantity."

"What, after eons ruling this expansive realm, your Demon Clan can’t scrape together a mere thousand top-grade spirit stones?" Lu Qing shot back evenly.

The Primordial Demon shook his head. "Truthfully, we lack them. Top-grade spirit stones emerge sporadically from vast mines. Our stores fall short. Doubt me? I’ll swear a Dao vow."

Lu Qing regarded the Primordial Demon steadily.

The Primordial Demon returned the look with composure, betraying no deceit.

Moments passed before Lu Qing inquired, "Then, how many top-grade spirit stones does your Demon Clan possess?"

"Three hundred. That’s the utmost I can offer—three hundred top-grade spirit stones. Beyond that, slaying Yuan Yi and the rest changes nothing; I can’t supply more."

"Fine, I’ll accept your word for now: three hundred top-grade spirit stones. But my tolerance is thin. By tomorrow’s end, those spirit stones must arrive. Miss the mark by a day, and for each delay, one Demon Lord falls to my curse."

Lu Qing unfurled his hand, unveiling over a dozen strands of Primordial Spirit Aura.

Gazing upon them, the Primordial Demon yielded with a reluctant nod. "Agreed. By day’s close, you’ll have it. Uphold your end, I trust."

"Rest easy—I honor my word."

Lu Qing clenched his fist, drawing back all the Primordial Spirit Aura.

The Primordial Demon fell silent, his figure dissolving abruptly into nothingness.

Lu Qing then conjured a cloud seat high in the firmament, settling into meditative repose as he awaited.

Deep down, though, eagerness stirred within him.

Asking for a thousand top-grade spirit stones had been a probe of the Primordial Demon.

To his surprise, it yielded extra: three hundred top-grade spirit stones from the Demon Clan.

"Evidently, the Three Great Clans’ reserves run deeper than I’d gauged. My prior demands were a touch rushed."

Reflecting on his earlier call for just a hundred top-grade spirit stones from Human and Demon Clans, Lu Qing sensed a missed opportunity.

Soon enough, he quelled those notions and shut his eyes to recuperate.

"The Primordial Demon actually capitulated."

In the starry reaches, Luo Yuantian witnessed it and murmured with faint disappointment.

He’d genuinely wished for the Primordial Demon’s greater defiance, perhaps goading Lu Qing into obliterating the Demon Clan outright.

Had that transpired, it would spell immense fortune for the Human Race, erasing a looming peril.

Who’d have thought the innately tyrannical Primordial Demon would bend, consenting to Lu Qing’s brutal stipulations.

"What choice did he have? Refuse, and watch this youth dismantle the entire Demon Clan? Lacking the Demon Domain’s backing, his own progress would halt dead."

The golden-eyed middle-aged man remarked, eyeing the Heavenly Origin Great World where Lu Qing perched on his cloud, brimming with thankfulness.

Fortune favored them that Luo Yuantian had spurned his alliance proposal.

This youth commanded frightful might—be it his giant metamorphosis or the casual cursing of Post-Primordial Spirit elites.

Such capabilities lay outside his foresight.

Had Luo Yuantian heeded him then and stirred this force anew, their Demon Clan and Human Race might well have perished together.