Chapter 347

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Here is Chapter 344 of "I Can See Through Everything": Chapter 347"You want to obtain the treasure left by the founding patriarch to wreak havoc... Don’t miss it!

Chapter 347"You want to obtain the treasure left by the founding patriarch to wreak havoc on the world? Demon, I tell you now, it’s impossible! Even if I die, I will never reveal its location to you!" The white-bearded elder's face was filled with sorrow and rage as he roared fiercely. "Xiao Jianwen, why must you be so stubborn?" The disheveled figure sighed. "That treasure is useless to you. Why hold onto it so tightly?" "I may not be able to use that treasure, but I certainly can’t let it fall into your demonic hands and harm the world. Otherwise, how could I ever face the generations of our ancestors below?" The white-bearded elder remained resolute. "If everyone in Qingyun Sword Sect is wiped out and the inheritance is cut off, will you still have the face to meet those so-called ancestors of yours?" Seeing the elder’s unyielding nature, the disheveled figure finally lost patience. With a casual swipe, he grabbed a young disciple standing nearby. "Master, save me! Save me!" the disciple screamed in terror. The disheveled figure did nothing to stop the disciple’s cries. Instead, he looked towards the white-bearded elder. "Xiao Jianwen, I recall this little one is your newly accepted final disciple, correct? Are you truly willing to watch him end up like those beneath my feet, nothing more than a lifeless skin?" "Demon, you’re utterly insane, unworthy of being called human!" The white-bearded elder cursed furiously, seeing his beloved disciple in the hands of the demon. "Now, that's the reaction I was looking for." The disheveled figure grinned cruelly. "Xiao Jianwen, if you don’t want him drained of his blood and essence, turned into a hollow skin, then tell me—where is that treasure?" As his beloved disciple struggled and wept in the hands of the demon, the white-bearded elder’s face showed intense pain. "It seems, Xiao Jianwen, your heart is truly ruthless. You value your so-called justice more than the life of a disciple you cherish as your own child." The disheveled figure's eyes gleamed with malice, and without further words, he activated his technique. Blood light emerged from the disciple's head. The young disciple let out a horrifying scream, his blood and essence being drawn out of him—a fate so agonizing it resembled the torment of a ghost. "Stop! I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you!" Finally, the white-bearded elder could no longer bear to see his disciple die before his eyes. He spoke, defeated. "At last, you’re willing to talk, Xiao Jianwen." The disheveled figure smirked, releasing the young disciple, letting him fall to the ground. However, in just that short moment, the disciple’s face had turned ashen, and his hair had begun to wither. In the span of a few breaths, he appeared to have aged ten years. Seeing this, the white-bearded elder’s heart ached even more, regretting that he hadn’t made his decision earlier. "Xiao Jianwen, where is the treasure?" The disheveled figure asked coldly. "If my junior martial uncle wants to know the location of the treasure, I’ll tell you—but I have a condition." The white-bearded elder spoke weakly. "You want me to let these worthless fools go?" The disheveled figure instantly saw through the elder’s thoughts. "Yes, if you release them, I’ll tell you where the treasure is hidden, junior martial uncle. Otherwise, even if you kill us all, you will never find the treasure." Seeing the determination in the elder’s eyes, the disheveled figure knew the elder was serious. He understood the white-bearded elder’s temperament well enough to know that if he continued to press, the elder would likely rather die than yield, leaving no room for compromise. "Fine. These worthless fools are of no use to me anyway. Absorbing their blood and essence would only taint my cultivation." With a wave of his hand, the disheveled figure released a wave of black energy, cutting the ropes that bound the remaining individuals. "Get out of my sight." "Master!" The freed disciples looked toward the white-bearded elder. The elder closed his eyes. "Go. The sect is lost. At least if you leave, a trace of Qingyun Sword Sect's legacy may survive." The disciples trembled, kneeling before the white-bearded elder and kowtowing three times. They then helped each other up, carrying the fallen young disciple as they staggered toward the mountain gate. Earlier, during their battle with the disheveled figure, they had all sustained severe injuries and could barely walk. Once they had slowly disappeared beyond the mountain gate, the disheveled figure turned back and said, "Xiao Jianwen, I’ve let them go. Now, can you tell me where the treasure is?" "Junior martial uncle, you must be joking. With your abilities, you could catch up to them in the blink of an eye. How could I dare take that risk?" Xiao Jianwen's face remained expressionless. "Let’s wait. When half an hour has passed, and they’ve truly escaped safely, I’ll tell you where the treasure is." "So you think I’m some untrustworthy villain who would go back on my word, is that it?" The disheveled figure sighed. The white-bearded elder remained silent, his cold expression conveying everything. Seeing this, the disheveled figure's gaze turned icy. "Fine, I’ll give you half an hour. But if you don’t speak after that, I’ll show you what true torment is, a fate worse than death!" The martial training ground fell into a tense silence. The flickering torches and the ominous presence of the disheveled figure, combined with the sight of the flayed skins on the ground, created a terrifying and eerie atmosphere. Elder You lay hidden atop the mountain gate of Qingyun Sword Sect, carefully restraining his aura, not daring to move a muscle. The treasure in his arms emitted a faint energy, blending him seamlessly with the surroundings. That disheveled figure’s cultivation didn’t seem overly high, but he exuded a dangerous aura. Moreover, the terrifying demonic arts he had displayed earlier were enough to make even Elder You cautious, despite possessing a powerful treasure. Just as Tower Master had predicted, the changes in heaven and earth, with the revival of spiritual energy, had brought not only chosen ones and unparalleled geniuses blessed by fortune, but also countless demons and monsters stirring up chaos. This strange demon was clearly one of those beings. Time passed slowly, and the agreed-upon half-hour approached. The tension in the martial training ground grew more oppressive. Finally, the disheveled figure spoke. "Half an hour has passed, Xiao Jianwen. Now, tell me, where is the treasure?" "Yes, half an hour does fly by quickly," Xiao Jianwen said in a cryptic tone. "Junior martial uncle, do you think I will tell you where it is?" "You dare deceive me?!" The disheveled figure’s eyes flared open, unleashing a terrifying aura. "Xiao Jianwen, as the sect master, you go back on your word. How can you face your ancestors?" "When I foolishly believed your lies and released you, I committed a grave sin. Now, what harm is there in adding another label of untrustworthiness to my name? But don’t think you can take the Qingyun Sword Sect’s ancestral treasure to harm the world!" "Good, very good!" The disheveled figure, furious beyond words, reached out and grabbed Xiao Jianwen, pulling him into his grasp and clutching his head. "Xiao Jianwen, you brought this upon yourself. Don’t blame me. Now I’ll let you taste the pain of my Soul Refining Technique!" Black energy surged from his hands, turning into countless small snakes that slithered into Xiao Jianwen’s head. The white-bearded elder screamed in agony as the black energy invaded his mind, unbearable pain flooding his entire being. It was a torment beyond anything he had ever imagined. "How is it? My Soul Refining Technique isn’t pleasant, is it, Xiao Jianwen? If you reveal the location of the treasure, I will grant you a swift death!" The disheveled figure's voice was filled with a strange, sinister power. Even amidst his agony, Xiao Jianwen could still hear it clearly in his mind. "Never... Even if my soul is shattered... I will never tell you..." Xiao Jianwen gritted his teeth, as though his words were being forced out from the depths of hell. "Hmph, seeking death!" Seeing that Xiao Jianwen still refused to talk, the disheveled figure's expression grew even more malicious. He increased the power of the black energy, enveloping the elder’s entire head. "Ah!!" Xiao Jianwen let out another earth-shattering scream, his body twisting and convulsing in excruciating pain. It was a horrifying sight to behold. Yet, despite the unimaginable torment, Xiao Jianwen never begged for mercy, nor did he reveal any information about the treasure. In the end, under the relentless assault of the black energy, Xiao Jianwen’s body gradually stopped convulsing. His life force slowly faded away. He had been tortured to death. "You truly are something, Xiao Jianwen. Even when your soul is on the verge of destruction, you refuse to speak. The old master was right when he praised your unyielding will. He truly wasn’t wrong about you." The disheveled figure gazed down at the now lifeless Xiao Jianwen, a mix of frustration and grudging respect in his eyes. "But I refuse to believe you can hide the treasure so thoroughly. Once I burn down this broken Qingyun Sword Sect, let’s see if it reveals itself!" The disheveled figure had no intention of giving up. While the treasure was once a mere trivial object to him before his reincarnation, it was now crucial to his current weakened state. He had to obtain it at any cost. Without further hesitation, he began setting fires all around the Qingyun Sword Sect. After all, the treasure would not be harmed by fire. The flames roared to life, gradually engulfing the entire Qingyun Sword Sect. Standing in the center of the martial training ground, the disheveled figure closed his eyes, extending his senses to detect any movement within the sect. The treasure contained a trace of spiritual essence, and if it leaked even a sliver of energy, it would not escape his perception. The disheveled figure focused intently, but as the fire began to die down, he still hadn’t sensed the energy he sought. "Damn it, where did that old fool hide it?" Frustrated, the disheveled figure kicked Xiao Jianwen's corpse into the flames, his eyes burning with fury. His aura became chaotic and violent, as though he was about to explode at any moment. But in the end, he managed to suppress the rage within him. His energy fluctuated briefly before dropping, a hint of weakness creeping into his demeanor. “Cough, cough. Damn that boy! One day, I will repay the grudge from that sword strike!” The disheveled figure coughed twice, muttering darkly. He recalled the time in the Sacred City when he had been wounded by Lu Qing’s sword qi, forcing him to use the Heavenly Demon Body Separation Technique to barely escape with his life. Not only had he suffered severe damage to his vitality, but worse, the sword qi had contained remnants of tribulation lightning. For a demon cultivator like him, lightning tribulation energy was his worst nightmare. Even though he had devoured the essence of many souls since leaving Zhongzhou, he had still been unable to fully recover. This was another reason he was so desperate to obtain the treasure. If he could refine it, not only would he heal completely, but his cultivation would also reach new heights, laying the foundation for his demonic body. However, his plans seemed doomed to failure. Looking at the ruins of the Qingyun Sword Sect, now reduced to ashes, the disheveled figure prepared to leave. He suspected that Xiao Jianwen had already transferred the treasure elsewhere. No wonder the elder had insisted on letting those disciples go; the treasure was likely hidden among them. Suddenly, realization struck him. He had been deceived. “Xiao Jianwen, you think only you can play tricks? I’ve already left my demonic energy marks on those disciples. No matter where they run, even if they reach the ends of the earth, I will find them!” The disheveled figure spoke softly towards where Xiao Jianwen’s corpse lay. Without another glance, he strode toward the mountain gate, ready to pursue his prey. Having been outwitted by Xiao Jianwen, the demon made a cold decision—not only would he recover the treasure, but he would also completely annihilate Qingyun Sword Sect, ensuring that no trace of their legacy remained. As he exited the mountain gate, he used his movement technique, swiftly descending the mountain. The Qingyun Sword Sect fell silent once more, with only the crackling of the still-smoldering flames echoing through the ruins. A long while later, a dark figure slowly climbed down from the sect's gate. Elder You surveyed the devastated Qingyun Sword Sect with a tinge of regret in his eyes. He had known of the Qingyun Sword Sect, an ancient sect that had stood for over a thousand years. According to the records passed down by Wujian Tower, the sect had even participated in an operation to suppress their organization long ago. But now, it had been easily destroyed by a mysterious and terrifying figure. “Who was that person? His demonic arts were more terrifying than any I’ve ever heard of, even more dreadful than the demon cultivators of legend.” Recalling the scene he had witnessed earlier, Elder You couldn’t help but shudder. That technique, which allowed the demon to directly absorb a person's blood and marrow to strengthen himself, was something even the ancient records of Wujian Tower had never mentioned. At that moment, a sinister voice suddenly rang out from nearby. “No wonder I sensed something amiss. It turns out a rat was hiding in the shadows all along.” The moment he heard that voice, Elder You shivered, a wave of coldness surging from his core, freezing him to the bone. Table of content

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