I Can See Through All Things' Information Chapter 2 Superpower

"Hey, don't fly away!"

Little Yan chased a butterfly on her short, stubby legs within the confines of their modest courtyard, which was bordered by a crude wooden fence.

Seated upon a stone stump, Lu Qing examined a small plant adorned with crimson blossoms held in his palm.

A soft white radiance emanated from the flowering herb in his vision, accompanied by two lines of floating text.

[Cow bone grass: ordinary grade, possesses medicinal properties.]

[Appears highly effective for treating skeletal trauma; potentially useful for injuries.]

It had taken some effort, but Lu Qing had finally begun to grasp the nature of these floating words.

To put it simply, he had developed a supernatural ability, likely as a consequence of his transmigration.

Currently, this power manifested when he fixed his concentration on an object; after a brief moment, the item would glow, revealing a concise textual summary.

He discovered that prolonged focus yielded more details, though the information was not boundless and seemed to follow a specific hierarchy.

Lu Qing surmised that this hierarchy was linked to the color of the light the objects produced.

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

Conversely, white-glowing objects offered two or more insights.

The cow bone grass he held was the solitary plant near his courtyard that displayed a white aura.

Is this some sort of gaming interface?

The sight reminded Lu Qing of the open-world exploration games he had played in his previous life.

Curious, he gestured toward the child. "Little Yan, come here for a second."

"What is it, Brother?"

The little girl trotted over with a cheerful 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 intent on her face.

Moments later, a soft white shimmer enveloped Little Yan, and words materialized above her head.

[Lu Xiaoyan: A human fledgling, female.]

What a useless description!

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

Nevertheless, he maintained his gaze.

Eventually, a second line manifested.

[A pitiable human fledgling; she appears to be suffering from slight malnutrition.]

Lu Qing's heart sank as he looked at the thin, yellowish tint of her hair, falling into a somber silence.

"Are you done looking, Brother?"

Little Yan tilted her head and asked with pure innocence.

"Yes, I am. You'll surely grow up to be a peerless beauty, Little Yan."

Lu Qing reached out and affectionately tousled her hair.

Confused, she asked, "What's a peerless beauty?"

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

His mood lifted significantly upon hearing her naive response.

Regardless of what lay ahead, his primary duty was to care for this child who relied entirely upon him.

This was the final, lingering wish of the body's previous soul before passing away.

To survive in this unfamiliar world, he would need to master this mysterious superpower.

With that resolve, he held the cow bone grass out to the girl.

"Little Yan, do you recognize this plant or know what it's for?"

She stared at the plant and its blue-tinged flowers, her brow furrowed in deep thought before she eventually shook her head.

"I'm not sure, but Grandpa Zhang’s ox seems to love eating this kind of grass."

Lu Qing chuckled at his own desperation. He was being ridiculous.

If the original owner's memories lacked information on cow bone grass, how could he expect a mere toddler to know anything?

However, her next words caught his attention.

"Brother, if you want to know about the grass, you should ask Grandpa Chen. He loves plants and flowers. He even cooks them into a bitter soup for us to drink."

As she spoke, her little face twisted in a grimace at the memory of the taste.

Grandpa Chen?

Lu Qing searched his mind and soon recalled an image of a lean, benevolent elderly man.

The village's highly regarded physician.

A doctor?

An idea began to form in Lu Qing's mind.

The interface confirmed cow bone grass was 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 wouldn't wake up no matter how much I called you. I was so scared that I couldn't stop crying. Then Grandpa Chen came and said you had caught a cold wind. He made you drink that bitter water, and a day later, you finally woke up."

She added with wide-eyed admiration: "Grandpa Chen is incredible! You got better after just one bowl of that bitter stuff!"

Lu Qing remained quiet.

He was well aware that the medicine hadn't actually saved the original boy.

Yet, he recalled a sensation during his state of delirium—someone had fed him something that provided 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 constitution might have failed during the transition.

It seemed Old Doctor Chen was truly skilled, and Lu Qing felt a genuine debt of gratitude toward him.

While lost in thought, he noticed Little Yan watching him intently.

"Is something wrong, Little Yan?"

"Brother, I'm hungry."

Lu Qing realized his own stomach was growling too.

He had barely eaten, and the small portion of a bun from earlier had already vanished from his system.

Unfortunately, he knew their pantry was bare.

The rice container was so empty that even a mouse would find it disappointing. Had it not been for their neighbor, Grandpa Zhang, Little Yan would have starved during his unconsciousness.

Lu Qing reminded himself to thank both Grandpa Zhang and Old Doctor Chen. Their kindness was the reason he and his sister were still breathing.

But they were currently destitute, possessing nothing to give as a token of appreciation.

He decided he must prioritize finding food; gratitude would have to wait until they were fed.

But where would the food come from?

The family's land had mostly been sold off by the previous owner to pay for their parents' burial.

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

Searching the fields for a meal was a lost cause.

Even if they started planting now, it wouldn't solve their immediate hunger; they would perish long before the harvest.

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

The needle was quite thick and sturdy, unlike the delicate ones used for embroidery.

Lu Qing heated the metal over a flame until it was pliable, then used chopsticks to curve it into a hook. He then took several strands of hemp, twisting them together to create a stronger line, and lashed it securely to the makeshift hook.

He went behind the house to cut a flexible length of bamboo to serve as a rod, attaching the other end of his twine to it.

Finally, he fastened a piece of light, dry wood above the hook to act as a bobber.

With those simple materials, Lu Qing had fashioned a basic fishing rod.