I Can See Through Everything-Chapter 320

Inside the thatched cottage, Third Young Master Ji lay on a wooden bed, with a gray aura entwined around his body and a pallid complexion.

Most notably, his left side—his face and the exposed left hand—was covered in festering sores, giving him a ghastly appearance.

Looking at the barely alive Third Young Master Ji, who was once handsome and aristocratic, Hu Laosan could hardly believe his eyes.

Was this really the same noble young master from a prestigious family, who not long ago was brimming with vitality?

Third Young Master Ji was still conscious, but when he saw Lu Qing and the others, he was momentarily stunned.

"Third Young Master, how are you feeling?" Hu Laosan asked with concern.

"Not dead yet," Third Young Master Ji replied weakly. "Uncle Hu, who are these people...?"

"This is Young Master Lu and Elder Chen. You met them a few days ago at the city gate."

Third Young Master Ji stared at Lu Qing's face, trying hard to recall. Finally, he remembered some traces.

However, he still didn't understand why Hu Laosan had brought these people here. Hadn't he sent someone to inform the Ji family?

Lu Qing remained silent, his face showing a hint of surprise.

He noticed that the plague mark inside Third Young Master Ji's body had already begun to manifest. The festering sores on his hand and face were evidence of this.

But oddly enough, the mark had only partially activated before being suppressed.

Logically, with only Internal Organs Realm cultivation, Third Young Master Ji shouldn't have been capable of such resistance.

Lu Qing activated his special ability, quietly observing Third Young Master Ji's body.

Soon, several lines of text floated into view.

【Ji Fei: Third Young Master of the Ji Family in Azure Dragon City, upright and kind-hearted.】

【Cultivation: Postnatal Internal Organs Realm, minor achievement.】

【Afflicted by an evil cultivator’s plague mark, the plague has penetrated deep into the bone marrow.】

【Previously consumed the Yunmeng White Fruit, resulting in a body far more resilient than ordinary people.】

…

So that’s the reason.

After investigating Third Young Master Ji's condition, a look of realization appeared on Lu Qing's face.

It turned out that Third Young Master Ji had encountered a stroke of fortune and consumed a rare fruit called the Yunmeng White Fruit, which had transformed his physique, allowing him to endure the plague mark's eruption.

Seeing the confusion in Third Young Master Ji's eyes, Lu Qing smiled.

"Third Young Master Ji, you’ve been afflicted with a plague mark. The mark is now deeply embedded in your bones, using your body as a vessel to breed plague energy.

We must suppress and completely remove the mark.

Otherwise, when it fully erupts, the plague energy will spread, and this place might become a land of pestilence."

Upon hearing Lu Qing's words, a glimmer of hope appeared in the dim eyes of Third Young Master Ji. "Young Master Lu, do you have a way to remove the plague mark from my body?"

"I have some confidence, but I’ll need your cooperation," Lu Qing nodded.

"What do you need me to do? As long as it can remove this mark and prevent it from erupting, I’ll do whatever it takes, even if it costs me my life."

A determined expression appeared on Third Young Master Ji's face.

Seeing his resolve, Lu Qing nodded approvingly. "You don’t need to do much, just trust me, relax your mind, and don’t resist my treatment."

"Is that all?" Third Young Master Ji was taken aback.

"That's all."

Lu Qing turned to the old doctor. "Master, I’m going to suppress and remove the mark from Third Young Master Ji. I might not be able to focus on anything else for a while. If anything happens, I’ll need your assistance."

"A Qing, do you mean someone might come by?" The old doctor caught the implication in his words.

"I can’t guarantee it, but this plague mark is connected to the one who placed it. If they’re nearby, they might sense it when I suppress the mark."

"I understand. You focus on removing the mark from Third Young Master Ji. I’ll keep an eye on things," the old doctor said solemnly.

If it were a common plague, he might have a way to treat it. But when it came to cultivation matters, his abilities were limited.

"Uncle Hu, please help carry Third Young Master Ji outside. The sunlight will help suppress the plague, but be careful not to touch the gray aura on him."

With Hu Laosan's help, Lu Qing and he moved Third Young Master Ji, bed and all, outside the cottage.

The young girl followed them, holding a wooden stick, standing guard by the side.

At this moment, everyone noticed that the girl’s face was pitted with scars.

She was a girl who had once suffered from leprosy.

In fact, the villagers who had gathered around Lu Qing earlier also had scars on their faces and hands.

It seemed that these villagers were survivors of a past leprosy outbreak.

"Little sister, I need to treat this young master. Can you step back a bit? Don’t worry, I won’t harm him," Lu Qing said with a gentle smile, noticing the girl’s wary eyes.

The girl didn’t move.

"Xiao Rou, it’s okay. They’re my friends; they won’t hurt me," Third Young Master Ji slowly said.

Hearing Lu Qing and the old doctor’s conversation, Third Young Master Ji realized that Lu Qing truly had a way to save him, and hope began to grow in his heart.

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Though he wasn’t afraid of death, surviving was certainly preferable.

The girl looked at Third Young Master Ji, then slowly stepped aside.

However, she continued to watch Lu Qing and the others, still not completely at ease.

Seeing her reaction, Lu Qing understood.

It seemed there was a story between Third Young Master Ji and this girl.

After the girl stepped aside, Lu Qing picked up a piece of firewood and began drawing a formation around Third Young Master Ji on the ground.

His movements were quick, and before long, a profound formation was etched into the ground, with Third Young Master Ji’s bed at its center.

After completing the formation, Lu Qing casually threw out several jade talismans, which sank into the ground, drawing on the earth’s energy.

In the next moment, a faint light appeared, forming a protective barrier that enveloped both Lu Qing and Third Young Master Ji.

Such a miraculous sight left Hu Laosan and the others, who had never witnessed Lu Qing’s immortal techniques, utterly astonished.

Especially the villagers, who thought they were witnessing a divine miracle and immediately knelt in reverence.

Third Young Master Ji was equally shocked, but his hope grew even stronger.

The more extraordinary Lu Qing’s methods, the higher the chances he could be cured, and the greater the likelihood he would survive.

Lu Qing, however, had no time to pay attention to these reactions. His expression was grave as he looked at Third Young Master Ji.

Perhaps triggered by the formation’s power, the gray aura on Third Young Master Ji’s body began to stir, slowly spreading to his other half.

Seeing this, Lu Qing immediately approached, his fingers forming seals as he quickly condensed a spirit talisman and pressed it onto Third Young Master Ji’s body.

The talisman landed on Third Young Master Ji's chest, and the gray aura initially tried to resist.

But as the talisman emitted a faint white light, the gray aura recoiled like it had encountered a deadly threat, retreating to either side, allowing the talisman to embed itself into Third Young Master Ji’s chest.

As the talisman entered his body, changes immediately occurred.

The gray aura that had been floating around his body froze for a moment, then rapidly contracted, concentrating in his left side.

Seeing this, Lu Qing smiled and formed another seal, condensing a new talisman and directing it toward Third Young Master Ji’s head.

As the talisman entered his forehead, the gray aura on his left face began to rapidly retreat, fleeing down his neck.

Lu Qing’s hands never stopped, continuously forming and casting talismans.

In this way, after he had cast five talismans, the gray aura on Third Young Master Ji’s body was finally forced into a single point.

It ultimately condensed into a strange gray mark that appeared over his heart.

At the same time, in a cave several miles away from the village, a figure sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes.

"Someone is trying to remove the plague mark I planted on that Ji family brat?"

The man was surrounded by a gray aura, with a large gray gourd strapped to his back.

"Who has the ability to remove a plague mark that I planted?"

The strange man with the gourd showed a look of doubt and suspicion.

The plague mark on the Ji family boy was something he had placed using the power of the plague gourd on his back.

Even someone at the peak of the Precelestial Realm shouldn’t have been able to remove it.

Now, it was being tampered with—just who had such capability?

The man hesitated.

He wanted to go investigate but was also wary.

Anyone who could tamper with the plague mark was unlikely to be an ordinary person.

It could very well be another cultivator who had also been fortunate enough to obtain an ancient inheritance.

If that were the case, things would become much more complicated.

After some internal struggle, the man decided to go and take a look.

The Ji family boy had a unique physique that was of great use to him.

If he could successfully refine him into a poisonous plague puppet, it would be a significant boost to his future cultivation.

It was too important to risk losing.

Moreover, he had already begun refining

the plague gourd, and his strength had greatly increased.

Even someone at the peak of the Precelestial Realm might not be his match.

If the situation changed, he believed that no one in the world could stop him if he wanted to leave.

With this thought, the man immediately formed a seal, collecting the gray aura around him into the gourd, revealing a pale face.

"I’d like to see who dares to meddle with my chosen vessel!"

With a fierce look in his eyes, the man identified the direction and vanished from the cave.

As the man followed his sense towards the village, an unexpected situation arose on Lu Qing’s side.

Outside the village, a voice suddenly called out, "Fei’er, where are you? Your father has come to fetch you!"

Following this, several powerful presences appeared outside the village.

"Ji Family Master, please wait."

At that moment, Mago’s voice also rang out.

The Ji Family Master’s aura immediately stalled, recognizing Mago as the coachman of the Young Master Lu, whom even the Lord of Azure Dragon City feared.

The few Precelestial Realm experts behind him also shuddered.

With Mago present, it meant that the one they all feared was nearby.

Recalling the terrifying means that person had displayed in the city, they quickly retracted their auras, not daring to act rashly.

The Ji Family Master cupped his hands in salute, "May I ask if Young Master Lu is here?"

"Indeed, my young master is inside, treating Third Young Master Ji. I ask that you refrain from making noise, lest you disturb him," Mago replied.

Hearing this, the Ji Family Master breathed a sigh of relief, knowing his son was still alive.

He continued politely, "I never expected my son to have the fortune of receiving Young Master Lu’s aid. I must thank him on behalf of my family.

May I enter the village?"

"Well..." Mago hesitated, but at that moment, the old doctor’s voice came, "Let them in."

Mago immediately relayed, "The old master has allowed you to enter."

"Thank you."

Although both Mago and Wei Zi’an were only at the Postnatal Realm, the Ji Family Master still showed them proper respect. After bowing to them, he led his men into the village.

Upon arrival, they were shocked to see Lu Qing and Third Young Master Ji enveloped by the formation’s light barrier.

On one hand, they were amazed by the miraculous sight of the formation, and on the other, they were horrified by Ji Fei’s appearance.

Especially the Ji Family Master, who was heartbroken to see his son in such a state.

He couldn’t imagine the pain his son must have endured to become so disfigured.

But fortunately, he still had control over his emotions.

Despite his grief, he recognized that Lu Qing was focused on treating his son and didn’t dare to disturb him.

He quietly bowed to the old doctor, "Greetings, Elder."

"No need for formalities," the old doctor returned the bow. "A Qing is removing the plague mark from your son. It should be successful soon, so you needn’t worry."

The Ji Family Master didn’t understand what a plague mark was, but he could tell from the conversation that things were improving. He relaxed slightly and began observing the situation within the formation.

Inside the light barrier, Lu Qing had already forced all the gray aura in Third Young Master Ji’s body into a single point, forming a mark.

But this alone wasn’t enough.

The plague mark was located over his heart, nearly fused with his heart’s meridians.

So next, Lu Qing needed to put in extra effort to completely extract the plague mark.

With this in mind, Lu Qing took out a needle pouch from his robe.

He channeled his spiritual energy, quickly inserting eighteen silver needles around Third Young Master Ji’s heart, sealing off his heart’s meridians along with the plague mark to prevent its escape.

Feeling its escape route blocked, the plague mark seemed to sense the danger and began to struggle violently.

The unbearable pain caused Third Young Master Ji to groan, his face breaking out in large beads of sweat, making his festering sores even more grotesque.

The eerie gray mark on Third Young Master Ji’s heart wriggled like a living creature.

The sight sent chills down the spines of those watching.

Especially the Ji Family Master, whose heart ached as if it were being pierced by knives. He wished he could suffer in his son’s place.

Lu Qing, however, remained unfazed by the pain on Third Young Master Ji’s face.

His eyes were fixed on the plague mark, writhing like a heart, as his hands swiftly formed seals, condensing a spirit talisman.

As a talisman emitting a faint golden light formed in his hand, a sense of peace filled the hearts of those present.

In contrast, the plague mark on Third Young Master Ji struggled even more fiercely.

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