I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 1333 - 810: Debt Collection, Another Shakedown! (Part 2)

Simultaneously, a concealed shock stirred deep within him.

Earlier, beyond the starry expanse, he had witnessed Lu Qing slaying multiple Jie Mie through the power of curses.

Back then, one might claim the danger was too distant to intervene, rendering any attempt to halt it futile.

Yet now, as Lu Qing unleashed his Curse Technique, this entity remained powerless against that eerie fluctuation.

Only at this moment did he grasp the truth: Lu Qing had mastered the Curse Path to depths beyond even his comprehension.

"So, shall we engage in a sincere conversation now?"

Within Lu Qing’s grasp, another strand of Primordial Spirit Aura materialized, far more potent than the last.

This was the Primordial Spirit Aura belonging to Yuan Yi Demon Venerable, the mightiest among the Demon Lords felled by Lu Qing.

The Primordial Demon continued to gaze silently at Lu Qing, his eyes brimming with infinite rage.

As an arrogant figure at the Unity Realm Stage, he reigned as the undisputed sovereign of the Demon Clan, forever issuing commands with unchallenged might.

No being had ever presumed to challenge his decrees.

But right now, he faced direct intimidation, an affront his overbearing essence refused to accept.

"It seems negotiation is impossible."

Lu Qing’s fingers twitched faintly, poised to inflict the curse upon the Primordial Spirit Aura he held.

"Hold on!"

The Primordial Demon shattered his quiet demeanor at last, crying out without delay.

He recognized that prolonging the deadlock served no purpose.

Before him stood a youth with exceptional techniques and a scheming mind that chilled to the bone.

Prior to this, that devastating fist from his foe had not only eradicated Yuan Yi Demon Venerable and his companions in a single blow.

It had covertly harvested their Primordial Spirit Aura, all while the trio of Unity Realm Stages remained oblivious.

Even amid such chaos, he orchestrated such a ploy.

With such abilities and this degree of shrewdness, the Primordial Demon at last comprehended the weight of Luo Yuantian’s earlier warning.

Truly, their Demon Clan had stirred a horrifying beast.

"Boy, what exactly do you wish to discuss?" the Primordial Demon growled lowly.

"As I’ve stated, I’ve come to settle scores. Your Demon Clan’s destiny now rests in my control, and should I curse those Demon Lords, what do you suppose will follow?"

The Primordial Demon held back his response for a beat, yet he already envisioned the Human Race elders reviving, reclaiming their power, and marching an army to assault the Demon Clan.

"Evidently, you’ve already figured it out."

Observing the Primordial Demon’s visage, Lu Qing offered a faint grin.

"Inflicting curses on more than ten Demon Venerable-tier powerhouses won’t be a light burden for you. The Curse Path’s rebound isn’t simple to withstand. Aren’t you concerned that your core might fracture and your Primordial Spirit could incur a Dao injury, forever barring you from Unity Realm?"

"Spare your concern for that, or do you believe that dooming a group of Primordial Spirit Realm demon offspring will truly drain me?"

The Primordial Demon remembered Lu Qing’s transformation into a colossal form and shivered inwardly.

He wasn’t wholly clueless about the Curse Path; he knew the Curse Technique demanded bearing the Law of Curse’s recoil while targeting foes, exacting a toll in vital essence.

However, considering Lu Qing’s vast vitality in his giant state.

The Primordial Demon doubted that cursing tenfold the Demon Lords would meaningfully erode Lu Qing’s foundation.

This realization washed over him with a wave of despair.

He saw now that he held no bargaining chips against Lu Qing.

"Enough. Our Demon Clan has erred this round. Speak plainly—what are your demands?"

"Straightforward enough: I harbor keen interest in Spirit Stones. Should your Demon Clan supply forty thousand top-grade spirit stones alongside one thousand top-grade spirit stones, we’ll call this resolved."

With the Primordial Demon conceding, Lu Qing laid out his conditions without hesitation.

"Forty thousand top-grade spirit stones, one thousand top-grade spirit stones..."

Amid the starry void, Luo Yuantian and the golden-eyed middle-aged man observed the exchange. Lu Qing’s demands prompted them to inhale sharply in unison.

This time, Lu Qing’s exaction cut deeper than his prior shakedown of them.

Yet beyond the shock, a thrill of satisfaction bubbled up within them.

Lu Qing’s tactic amounted to carving a massive chunk from the Demon Clan’s reserves.

Even should the Demon Lords return to life afterward, their vitality would be severely sapped.

For an extended period at minimum, they’d pose no further menace.

"So vast a quantity of spirit stones..."

The Primordial Demon’s heart quaked upon hearing Lu Qing’s stipulations.

Still, he responded swiftly, "Are you certain? The spirit stones of our Demon Domain differ from those in Human Race lands. Even handed over, you’d find them unrefinable."

"Refinability concerns me alone. Your role is merely to assemble and deliver them. Issue? Reluctant?"

Facing Lu Qing’s impassive stare, the Primordial Demon faltered.

Some breaths later, he rasped, "Forty thousand top-grade spirit stones I might scrape together, but top-grade spirit stones’ scarcity you must recognize. Scouring the whole Demon Domain yields no such abundance."

"What, after eons of ruling this expansive realm, your Demon Clan can’t muster a mere thousand top-grade spirit stones?" Lu Qing shot back evenly.

The Primordial Demon shook his head. "Truthfully, we lack that volume. Top-grade spirit stones emerge sporadically from major mines. Our Demon Clan possesses no surplus. Doubt me? I’ll swear a Dao oath."

Lu Qing regarded the Primordial Demon in quiet scrutiny.

The Primordial Demon returned the look steadily, betraying no unease.

Moments passed before Lu Qing inquired, "Precisely how many top-grade spirit stones does your Demon Clan hold?"

"Three hundred. Three hundred top-grade spirit stones is my utmost limit. Beyond that, slaughter Yuan Yi and the rest—I still couldn’t deliver."

"Very well, I’ll accept your word for now: three hundred top-grade spirit stones. But my forbearance wears thin. By day’s end, I expect the spirit stones. Surpass that, and for every day delayed, one Demon Lord falls to my curse."

Lu Qing unfurled his hand, displaying over a dozen strands of Primordial Spirit Aura.

The Primordial Demon eyed the Primordial Spirit Aura and yielded with a reluctant nod. "Agreed, by tomorrow, I’ll deliver your due. Uphold your end, I pray."

"Rest assured, my word stands firm."

Lu Qing clenched his fist, withdrawing all the Primordial Spirit Aura.

The Primordial Demon uttered no further words, his figure abruptly dissolving into nothingness.

Lu Qing then conjured a cloud dais high in the firmament, settling into meditative posture to await.

Internally, though, eagerness began to brew.

His demand for one thousand top-grade spirit stones served chiefly to probe the Primordial Demon.

To his surprise, it yielded an extra boon: securing three hundred top-grade spirit stones from the Demon Clan.

"Evidently, the Three Great Clans’ reserves run deeper than anticipated. My prior haste shows."

Reflecting on his earlier claim of just one hundred top-grade spirit stones from Human and Demon Clans alike, Lu Qing sensed a tactical shortfall.

Soon enough, he quelled such reflections and shut his eyes for recovery.

"The Primordial Demon capitulated after all."

In the cosmic reaches, Luo Yuan witnessed the outcome and murmured with faint disappointment.

He had yearned for the Primordial Demon’s greater obstinacy, perhaps goading Lu Qing into obliterating the Demon Clan outright.

Had that transpired, the Human Race would rejoice, erasing a looming peril.

Who could foresee the tyrannical Primordial Demon bending to Lu Qing’s draconian terms?

"What choice did he have? Refuse, and watch this youth raze the entire Demon Clan? Bereft of the Demon Domain’s backing, his own progress halts."

The golden-eyed middle-aged man remarked, his gaze fixed on the Heavenly Origin Great World where Lu Qing perched upon his cloud dais, his heart swelling with thankfulness.

Fortune smiled that Luo Yuantian had rejected his plea for alliance.

This youth wielded frightful might—be it his giant metamorphosis or his casual cursing of Post-Primordial Spirit elites.

Such strengths lay beyond expectation.

Had Luo Yuantian heeded him then and confronted this force, their Demon Clan and Human Race alike might have faced total ruin.