Chapter 179

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Chapter 177 of "I Can See Through Everything" opens introducing the plot: "What deal?"A trace of caution rose in the heart of the white-bearded old man. Sёarch*... Continue exploring!

"What deal?"A trace of caution rose in the heart of the white-bearded old man. Sёarch* The Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. This little uncle had always been erratic in temperament. No one could clearly understand what he was thinking. But his methods had always been strange and fierce. Back in the day, he was known for his ruthless methods, making a great name for himself. Even now, though he was a cripple, the old man still feared him. "Don't you want to know what the millennium upheaval is? Just let me out, and I will tell you." "I'm afraid that's not possible, little uncle." The white-bearded old man said with some difficulty. "The trouble you caused back then was too great. That person's intention was to have you eliminated. It was only after several of us pleaded for you that you were spared. But that person still sends people to check every three years to ensure you are still imprisoned. If I let you go, the Sword Pavilion won't be able to explain." "What's so hard about that? Just declare that I'm dead, forge some traces, and fool them. Don't tell me that, as the leader of a sect, you can't handle such a small matter?" The figure said. The white-bearded old man fell silent. After more than ten breaths, he said, "Little uncle, you are old and weak now. Why insist on leaving? Why not spend your remaining years peacefully within the sect? If you find this place uncomfortable, I can arrange for a more comfortable residence." "Stop wasting time. I've had enough of being imprisoned here for decades. Just answer me: will you let me out or not?" The figure said impatiently. The white-bearded old man fell silent again, a hint of hesitation appearing on his face. Seeing this, the figure continued, "Xiao Jianwen, I know you have always been loyal to the sect. Let me tell you clearly, this millennium upheaval is a major change concerning the survival of our Sword Pavilion. If we are not prepared, maintaining our current status in Zhongzhou will be the least of our concerns. We might be oppressed or annexed. In severe cases, we might even be completely annihilated, and our legacy will be lost!" "Little uncle, are you serious?" The white-bearded old man trembled. "I swear on the name of your grandmaster, I am not lying!" The white-bearded old man had heard from his deceased master that the little uncle had always been rebellious, feared nothing, and respected no one. But he held great respect for the grandmaster who saved him from the war and raised him. Now that he even brought up the grandmaster's name, what he said might not be an exaggeration. The white-bearded old man's heart fell into a struggle. The figure did not urge him further, letting him think it through himself. The cave fell into silence again, with only the faint sound of flowing water. After a while, the white-bearded old man's face suddenly became resolute, as if he had made a decision. He asked, "Little uncle, what do you plan to do after you leave?" "What can I do? I'm just an old man now, with few years left. I just want to go out and see the world before I die. I've been in this cave for decades and don't know what the outside world looks like anymore." Hearing the sadness in the little uncle's voice, a wave of guilt surged in the white-bearded old man's heart. The little uncle's downfall was his own doing. But back then, it was he who personally imprisoned the little uncle here. Seeing him like this, he also felt bad. And the little uncle was right. Now, he was nearing the end of his life and had lost all his powers. Even if he went out, he couldn't cause any more trouble. With this in mind, the white-bearded old man finally made up his mind. "Little uncle, I can let you out, but you have to promise me a few things." "Of course." Seeing the white-bearded old man finally agree, the figure was thrilled. Hidden in the darkness, his face revealed a strange and sinister smile. …… As for what was happening far away in Zhongzhou, Lu Qing naturally knew nothing. At this moment, he was leisurely fishing by the river. The fishing spot was a special one for catching rare fish. Beside him, Xiao Li was eagerly watching the float. During their time in the county, Xiao Li had been living well, eating a lot of fresh fish every day. But it had not been able to eat any rare fish since. So it missed them dearly. "Don't worry, Xiao Li. We haven't fished here for a while. The rare fish should have gathered again by now." Lu Qing rubbed Xiao Li's head and smiled. Xiao Li nuzzled Lu Qing's hand and continued watching the float. Lu Qing couldn't help but laugh and began to focus as well. He couldn't disappoint the little guy who was so eager. Perhaps because they hadn't fished here for some time, the rare fish had indeed replenished. Before long, Lu Qing felt a light tug on the hook baited with a blood apricot. Then the float sank sharply, and a strong pulling force came from the fishing rod. However, with Lu Qing's current strength, such an ambush had no effect on him. He held the fishing rod steadily, a smile on his face. "My fishing hook is newly forged from thousand-refined iron. If you can pull it away, I'll admit you have skill." Yes, since returning, Lu Qing had upgraded his fishing rod. The fishing line was still made of snow silkworm silk, which was incredibly tough. Even after all this time, it hadn't shown any signs of breaking. He had also looked for other lines in the county for backup. But he found none as good as the snow silkworm silk, so he didn't change it. What he upgraded was the hook. Previously, Lu Qing had asked Mago to order some fine iron hooks in the county, but he still felt they weren't enough. As a fishing enthusiast, no matter how good the gear, there's always a feeling that it could be upgraded further. Coincidentally, Lu Qing had spent the past few days at Heartforge Workshop, so he forged a batch of thousand-refined hooks. Lu Qing still remembered the indescribable expressions on the faces of Master Lin and his apprentices when they saw the hooks. Perhaps in the eyes of these craftsmen, using thousand-refined iron to make fishing hooks was a waste. But out of respect for him, they didn't say anything. After replacing the hooks with thousand-refined ones, Lu Qing's fishing rod leveled up. Under the detection of his abilities, it even emitted a faint golden light, fully qualifying as a treasure. With such a treasure rod, Lu Qing was not worried at all about the rare fish below. As expected. Despite the fish's considerable strength, it was no match for Lu Qing now. Before long, a beautiful figure was pulled into the air. Table of content

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