I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 2 Superpower

"Hey, come back! Don't fly away!"

Within the confines of a modest courtyard bordered by a rustic wooden fence, Little Yan scurried about on her tiny legs, pursuing a butterfly.

Lu Qing remained seated on a stone stump, his attention fixed on a specimen with tiny crimson blossoms held in his palm.

In his current field of vision, the flowering plant radiated a subtle white luminescence. Floating above it were two distinct lines of text.

[Cow bone grass: ordinary grade, suitable for medicinal purposes.]

[Highly effective for treating skeletal trauma; potentially valuable in the event of injury.]

A significant amount of time had passed, but Lu Qing had finally begun to grasp the nature of these floating words.

To put it plainly, he had seemingly developed a supernatural ability, perhaps as a side effect of his transmigration.

Currently, this power manifested when he fixed his concentration on an object. After a brief period, the item would begin to glow, revealing a concise textual summary.

He had also discovered that prolonged observation yielded more detailed data, though this information was not bottomless; there appeared to be a specific hierarchy to it.

Lu Qing speculated that this hierarchy was likely tied to the color of the light emitted by the objects.

Items shrouded in a gray light never provided more than a single line of description, regardless of how long he stared.

Conversely, objects with a white glow offered at least two or more lines of detail.

The cow bone grass he held was the solitary plant in the immediate vicinity of the courtyard that produced such a white light.

Is this some sort of gaming interface?

Lu Qing recalled the open-world exploration games he had occasionally played in his previous life.

Pondering the possibility, he gestured toward the child. "Little Yan, come over here for a second."

"What is it, Brother?"

The youngster skipped over with a bright expression.

"I just want to take a look at you."

As Lu Qing brushed away a stray piece of dried grass from her hair, he focused his vision intensely on her face.

Eventually, a soft white radiance enveloped Little Yan, and a line of text materialized above her head.

[Lu Xiaoyan: A human fledgling, female.]

What an underwhelming description!

Lu Qing felt a metaphorical headache coming on, his brow twitching with annoyance.

Nevertheless, he maintained his focus.

A moment later, a secondary line appeared.

[A pitiful human fledgling; she appears to be suffering from a degree of malnutrition.]

Lu Qing went still, staring at the thin, yellowish tint of the girl's hair, falling into a somber silence.

"Are you done looking yet, Brother?"

Little Yan tilted her face up toward him, her eyes full of innocence.

"Yes, I’m finished. You’re going to grow up to be a great beauty, Little Yan."

Lu Qing reached out and gave her hair a gentle, affectionate rub.

The girl cocked her head to the side. "What does 'great beauty' mean?"

"Haha, you'll understand that when you're older."

The child's naive response helped lift the heavy clouds from Lu Qing's spirit.

Regardless of what lay ahead, his primary duty was to provide for this little girl who relied entirely upon him.

This was also the final, lingering desire of the body's previous soul before it passed away.

To survive and thrive in this unfamiliar world, he would have to make full use of this mysterious superpower.

With that resolve, Lu Qing held the cow bone grass up for Little Yan to see.

"Do you recognize this plant, Little Yan? Do you know what it's used for?"

She squinted at the plant with its blue-tinted flowers, thinking hard for a few seconds before shaking her head in defeat.

"I don't know the name, but Grandpa Zhang’s ox really loves to eat that kind of grass."

Seeing her confusion, Lu Qing laughed at his own absurdity; he was being foolish.

If even the original owner's memories lacked information on cow bone grass, it was unrealistic to expect a small child to know anything about it.

However, her next words caught his attention.

"Brother, if you're curious about the grass, you should ask Grandpa Chen. He loves all sorts of plants and flowers. He even cooks them into that bitter soup he makes us drink."

As she spoke, the memory seemed to trigger a physical reaction, causing her small face to wrinkle in disgust.

Grandpa Chen?

Lu Qing searched through his inherited memories and soon recalled the image of a lean, benevolent elderly man.

He was the village physician, a man held in high regard by everyone.

A doctor?

A spark of inspiration hit Lu Qing.

According to his vision, cow bone grass was definitely a medicinal herb, but he needed to know if Old Doctor Chen was familiar with its applications.

"Little Yan, did Grandpa Chen visit while I was unwell?"

"He did! You were asleep the whole time, Brother. I kept calling you, but you wouldn't wake up. I was so scared I couldn't stop crying. Then Grandpa Chen came over, looked at you, and said you had caught a cold wind. He made that bitter medicine for you, and a day after you drank it, you finally woke up."

Little Yan’s voice rose with genuine admiration. "Grandpa Chen is incredible! You got better after just one bowl of that bitter water!"

Lu Qing remained quiet.

He was the only one who knew that the doctor's medicine hadn't actually saved the original boy.

Yet, he did recall a sensation from the haze of his transition—a feeling of being fed something that brought a spark of warmth to his freezing body. That warmth had protected his heart, allowing him to survive the grueling process of soul fusion.

Without that intervention, his weakened state might have prevented him from ever waking up.

Reflecting on it, Old Doctor Chen clearly possessed significant skill, earning Lu Qing's silent respect.

While lost in thought, Lu Qing noticed a pair of eyes watching him; he looked down to see Little Yan staring expectantly.

"Is something wrong, Little Yan?"

"Brother... Little Yan is hungry."

Lu Qing realized he was famished as well.

He hadn't eaten much since waking, and the meager half of a bun from earlier had long since been used up by his body.

He was acutely aware that their pantry was completely bare.

The rice container was so empty that even a mouse would find it disappointing. Had it not been for the kindness of Grandpa Zhang next door, Little Yan likely would have starved while he was unconscious.

Lu Qing made a mental note to properly thank both Grandpa Zhang and Old Doctor Chen. Without them, neither sibling would be alive today.

However, their current poverty was absolute. They had nothing to offer as a gesture of gratitude.

He decided that finding a way to eat was the first priority; the debts of gratitude would have to be settled later.

But where would the food come from?

The original owner had sold off most of the family's land to pay for their parents' burial rites.

The tiny plot that remained had been neglected for so long that it yielded nothing of value.

Searching the fields for food was a dead end.

Waiting for new crops to grow wasn't an option either; they would starve long before the harvest arrived.

After a moment of contemplation, Lu Qing entered his parents' old bedroom. After searching through a small chest, he retrieved a metal needle and some hemp twine.

The needle was significantly thicker and more robust than a standard sewing needle.

Lu Qing heated the metal over a flame until it was malleable, then used chopsticks to carefully bend it into the shape of a hook. He then took several strands of hemp, twisting them together to create a stronger, more reliable line, which he fastened securely to the iron hook.

He then went to the bamboo thicket behind their home, cut a flexible branch, and tied the other end of his line to it.

Finally, he attached a small piece of dry wood above the hook to act as a float.

With those simple steps, Lu Qing had fashioned a makeshift fishing rod.