I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1416 Chapter 857: Star-crossed Lovers, The Daoist of Five Treasures' Request (Happy New Year)

"Mr. Lu, just a little further ahead, we'll reach the sect where I was born."

Several figures glided slowly across the skies, led by Lu Qing and the Five Treasure Taoist up front.

Only Little Yan and Little Li accompanied them this time; Qin Zheng and the others stayed secluded in the Cave Mansion, still absorbing their recent insights.

Currently, the Five Treasure Taoist gestured forward as he addressed Lu Qing.

Ahead, Lu Qing's gaze fell upon a region transformed into a Spirit Mountain Blessed Land overflowing with potent spiritual charm.

Cascading waterfalls and drifting clouds adorned the interior, majestic Spirit Peaks towering proudly.

Immortal cranes alongside spirit birds darted among the peaks, thick clusters of spirit trees enhancing the enchanting panorama.

"The sect where you reside, Daoist, clearly holds considerable strength to claim such an expansive Spiritual Charm Blessed Land," Lu Qing commented, surprise evident in his tone.

One should know, the Heavenly Origin Great World spans immensely and overflows with resources.

Furthermore, as a Great World where Cultivation has thrived for countless ages, rivalry burns fiercely.

Across endless epochs, nearly all Blessed Lands have found their masters.

Since the Five Treasure Taoist's sect commands a vast Spiritual Charm Blessed Land like this, their might must be formidable.

"I wouldn't presume; my sect merely qualifies as second-rate within the Heavenly Origin Great World, hardly matching the lowliest of the Thirty-Six Upper Clans."

Mentioning his sect stirred a intricate expression on the Five Treasure Taoist's face.

Pride flickered there, mingled with evident hatred; none could tell what trials he endured within.

"Daoist, with our arrival, steel yourself—what assistance do you require from me?" Lu Qing questioned.

After a brief hesitation, the Five Treasure Taoist steeled his resolve and declared, "Truthfully, it's straightforward: I seek Mr. Lu's aid to slay a man!"

"Oh?" Lu Qing lifted an eyebrow. "Whom do you wish eliminated?"

"The Young Sect Leader of our sect, sole heir to our Sect Leader—Shao Sida!"

The Five Treasure Taoist uttered each syllable deliberately, his voice dripping with venomous hatred.

Simply voicing that name unleashed torrents of buried resentment in his soul.

Even Little Yan and Little Li reeled from the intense killing intent woven into his words.

Never before had they beheld the Five Treasure Taoist thus; could this be their perpetually merry, rotund Taoist?

"Your sect's Young Sect Leader?" Lu Qing's astonishment grew. "What grudge or feud festers between you to fuel such murderous rage?"

Lu Qing grasped the Five Treasure Taoist's temperament to some degree.

He interacted amiably with everyone, seldom losing composure, renowned for his mild disposition.

Cunning yet principled rather than foolish, else Lu Qing would not count him as a friend.

To ignite such venom in one like him demanded an extraordinarily grave offense.

"Simply put, it's commonplace—don't scorn me, Mr. Lu, but over a woman, the paramount figure in my life."

A wry grimace twisted the Five Treasure Taoist's features.

Silent, Lu Qing patiently awaited his tale's unfolding.

The Five Treasure Taoist plunged into recollections, unveiling a saga long entombed within.

Celestial winds howled above, gusting past the Five Treasure Taoist's plump form, yet unable to dispel the dour bitterness clouding his visage.

Below, the Spirit Mountain Blessed Land sharpened into focus, Daoist temples neatly tucked amid Spirit Peaks. Sunlight gleamed off green-tiled flying eaves. Immortal Cranes spiraled with piercing calls, lending the domain an aura of profound sanctity.

Though this vista brimmed with celestial allure to outsiders, to the Five Treasure Taoist it pierced like frost-forged blades, every glimpse deepening his torment.

He turned his eyes away gradually, bowing his head to finger the frayed Taiji embroidery on his sleeve, stitched by his junior sister ages past.

Caressing those crude seams, his voice resurfaced, laced with quiver, wary of rousing the soft yesteryears lost to time.

"Yun Shu was her name, an orphan Master rescued on early wanderings, joining the sect three years my junior."

His stare wandered distantly, as if parting veils of mist to witness bygone decades.

Those days saw him as a novice Taoist boy newly at the gates. Middling aptitude left his Cultivation trailing peers, his pudgy frame inviting senior brothers' jibes.

Solely Yun Shu, the shy girl who clutched Master's robes upon entry, slipped him sweet Spirit Fruits in quiet moments when

mockery stung.

"Master proclaimed her root bone peerless, a Cultivation genius in a million, claiming her as disciple and thus my junior

sister."

Thereafter, inseparability defined them.

For sect dawn recitals, rising eluded him, but Yun Shu lingered betimes by his door, her bright "Senior Brother" summoning him.

At Cultivation impasses, frustration fixed on manuals, Yun Shu settled beside, deftly dissecting knots, bestowing enlightenments sequentially.

Even venturing down mountains for trials, together they roamed.

Average in talent, his foresight warded dangers timely.

Yun Shu's peerless Cultivation safeguarded him through perils repeatedly.