Chapter 328: The Killing That Does Not Kill! [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

“Te…Teach!”

Looking at the figure blocking her path, Yang Xiao spoke in surprise.

The old woman, who had previously been dazed and drooling, now had sharp eyes and keen hearing, gazing intently at the young boy before her.

Not only her demeanor, but even her appearance had grown somewhat younger.

“Truly… truly a peerless master!”

The old woman’s voice was halting, as if long unused from silence.

She fixed Fang Can with a piercing gaze: “I can feel—the breakthrough to the fifth transformation—lies within you.”

With the appearance of Dongfang Wujie, the atmosphere in the scene surged once more.

The demonic sect members, who had just been disheartened, now stirred with renewed hope at the sight of their half-mad Teach, whose demeanor no longer seemed insane.

Watching her current state, Yang Xiao recalled how she had looked when he found her in the secret tunnel.

…

Ninety-five years ago, atop Cloud Peak, Dongfang Wujie, aged five, began her martial training.

The previous Teach, her own mother, asked her a question on her first day of practice.

“Wujie! Why do you wish to learn martial arts? Or rather, what is your goal in training?”

After half a day of thought, Dongfang Wujie replied: “I will become the greatest martial artist under heaven.”

Her mother offered no evaluation, but instead assigned all the sect’s Guardian Kings and Dharma Kings to train her.

Her childhood passed in mastering swords, spears, halberds, and all eighteen weapons—alongside fist, palm, finger, and body techniques.

At the same time, Dongfang Wujie understood the duty tied to her surname: restore the kingdom.

On the day she broke through to the first transformation at eighteen, the former Teach summoned her for a martial trial.

Against fellow sect members in sparring, no matter their weapon or technique, she effortlessly shattered them using the same martial arts they wielded.

Undoubtedly, she was a martial genius!

Surrounded by fallen comrades, she looked hopefully at her mother and asked:

“Teach, I’ve passed all my masters’ tests—am I now ready to graduate?”

In response, the Teach gently shook her head:

“This is far from enough. You face visible enemies, prepared opponents—anyone can defeat such foes.”

“Only when you can fight and defeat your enemy with all five senses—sight, hearing, taste, smell, touch—completely severed, will you truly graduate.”

Upon returning home, she seriously pondered the Teach’s words.

The next night, Dongfang Wujie covered her eyes and sealed her five senses, beginning her training among the mountains.

As the Teach had said, once her five senses were gone, she could no longer see or hear.

Without touch, she could not even tell if she still held her sword.

In this state, her only recourse was intuition—she would refine her intuition to its peak.

After years of grinding, her intuition steadily strengthened.

From barely parrying thrown pebbles with her eyes covered, to eventually evading arrows fired faster than sound—despite losing all five senses.

Years later, she had become indistinguishable from an ordinary person!

She could discern colors without sight, enjoy the melody of a zither without hearing, taste delicacies without taste, feel the cold hardness of blades without touch…

Now, even with her five senses sealed, she perceived a richer world than any ordinary person!

Even in sleep, when attacked by an assassin, she instinctively raised her sword to block.

Whether poison or traps, she could instantly detect them—not by sight, but by sixth sense alone.

That night, she sealed her senses and descended the mountain to wander. Months later, she returned drenched in blood, holding the severed head of the current abbot of Shaolin.

That year, Dongfang Wujie was thirty, at the peak of the third transformation!

Hearing of this, the Teach sought her out herself and said:

“You have officially graduated. You possess the unseeing sight, the unheard hearing. Now, I shall teach you the Qi Kun Da Nuo Yi, so you may achieve the weaponless weapon.”

The weaponless weapon refers to the sixth layer of Qi Kun Da Nuo Yi.

Even without a weapon, you can strike with the power of a divine blade—after all, is a weapon such a cumbersome thing?

Thus, after acquiring Qi Kun Da Nuo Yi, Dongfang Wujie’s legend spread throughout the martial world.

For another thirty years, she roamed the world, killing so many her victims could fill several courtyards; the blood they spilled could form a stream.

Those she killed included both righteous and demonic—killing had become part of her life.

Finally, on the day she turned sixty-two, after comprehending the true essence of the weaponless weapon, she broke through to the fourth transformation—and became the Demon Sect’s Teach!

But she felt no joy, for before her lay a vast abyss.

She had learned every technique and style passed down by her predecessors.

Whether from Shaolin or Wudang, she had mastered them all.

There was no path ahead!

As the pioneers who forged the way before her, the path ahead now must be carved by her.

She asked her mother, who had reached the century’s limit, what she should do next.

The former Demon Sect Teach, on her deathbed, told her that the unopened seventh layer of Qi Kun Da Nuo Yi was called “The Killing That Does Not Kill.”

Thus, another twenty years passed; now eighty, she began to understand.

To comprehend this so-called “Killing That Does Not Kill,” she had killed everyone under heaven—heads rolled, no one was beyond her blade.

Finally, the imperial court, unable to bear it, lured her into a valley and unleashed a flood of iron cavalry upon her.

That battle was the closest she had ever come to death.

Though perilous, each time she pushed beyond her limits, she gained sudden insight.

When her subordinates rescued her, gravely wounded and near death, she seized the fleeting spark of enlightenment and immediately declared a death-sealed seclusion.

Then, within the forbidden grounds, nineteen years passed in a flash.

When the sect’s war with the righteous factions began, the various Grand Masters could no longer contain themselves and forcibly breached the forbidden grounds.

Inside, Dongfang Wujie had lost all her former vigor—she looked like a dazed, mute old woman.

When she emerged from seclusion, during a brief moment of clarity, Yang Xiao reported the current state of the sect.

On the way, Dongfang Wujie saw a man in a red gauze robe lying motionless on the ground.

The sight struck her as strangely familiar.

As if she had seen it countless times before—yet now she could not recall.

“Why is she lying here?” Dongfang Wujie pointed at the man in the red gauze robe and asked.

At first, Yang Xiao and the several Guardian Kings looked confused by her question.

But as she pressed further, their confusion turned to horror:

Yang Xiao asked, voice trembling: “Teach, your martial prowess is unmatched, and you’ve killed countless men—how can you not recognize a corpse?”

At Yang Xiao’s words, Dongfang Wujie suddenly understood!

The red gauze robe on the man was not fabric—it was his entire body drenched in blood!

She had forgotten how to kill!

She could no longer even remember what a dead person looked like!

(End of Chapter)