Chapter 6: The Mind-Only Martial Way, Knowledge Is Poison

"As long as my will is strong enough, the entire world will make way for me." Fang Can listened to Yang Lie's words, unsure what to think.

Yang Lie nodded seriously: "That's right. So-called natural talent isn't just physical aptitude—it's also unwavering will."

"Legend says that the founding emperor of the Dayan Dynasty, as a youth, was deceived into mistaking the Iron Wire Fist Technique for the Moke Dayang Divine Fist."

"Yet he still practiced swinging his fists ten thousand times daily. Fifty years later, his punches indeed carried the heat of the sun; one strike scorched everything within ten li into charcoal."

"It was precisely this Moke Dayang Divine Fist that allowed him to carve out the Dayan Dynasty's countless miles of land."

"Conversely, if your mind is fragmented, your spiritual weakness manifests in your body—your enemy's mere gaze could shatter you into blood."

"For instance, in the founding legends, the greatest enemy of the first Dayan monarch was the Great Chu Overlord, whose might overshadowed the world, leaving cities and fortresses slaughtered in his wake—all trembled at his name."

Yet this Overlord, when facing the Dayan Divine Monarch, was defeated seven times in a row by the Moke Dayang Divine Fist, his own aura crushed and reversed by the Dayan Monarch's, and then…

Yang Lie paused here, his expression turning odd, prompting Fang Can to press: "And then?"

"And then…" Yang Lie's tone grew complex.

"The once-mighty Overlord, after being defeated for the seventh time by the Dayan Divine Monarch, went insane, awakened the feminine within his heart, and his reversed thoughts transformed his body—his male form became female, and he was taken into the Dayan Monarch's harem."

Fang Can: Huh… Huh?! Whoa!! No…!

By the time Fang Can realized what he'd heard, it was too late; his expression shifted from eager curiosity to stunned disbelief.

Merely hearing this legend sent a chill down Fang Can's spine; countless objections surged into his throat, desperate to burst out.

Seeing Fang Can's shock, Yang Lie finally spoke slowly:

"Thus, the most vital thing for a Wu Zhiren is unwavering will—stick to one path until the end."

"If you waver midway, you'll either lose your cultivation entirely and explode, or worse—give birth and be toyed with by others."

'That's truly terrifying.' Fang Can nodded in agreement.

He hadn't expected defeat in this world could lead to a harem defeat CG—though perhaps for some M's, it was a reward.

"Thus, on the path of cultivation, physical talent matters, but the steadfastness of will is paramount—the clearer your thoughts, the more they nourish your spirit."

Yang Lie said solemnly: "To achieve clarity of thought, you must cultivate an invincible mindset in every action—walking, sitting, lying, rising."

"In every battle, strive to win. Use only the finest food, clothing, and tools. This subtly strengthens your conviction, which in turn nourishes your body."

Watching Fang Can lower his head in thought, Yang Lie emphasized: "Do you understand?"

"I understand." Fang Can nodded seriously.

"You mean, to achieve clarity of thought, if anyone dares defy me, I wipe out their entire family—no exceptions, not even my own father. If I want something, I buy it; if I can't afford it, I steal it; if I can't steal it, I deceive, trick, or poison it; if I can't poison it, I assassinate it—total lawlessness."

Hearing Fang Can's long monologue, Yang Lie felt a bead of sweat form—he couldn't deny it was accurate; if one followed this path and didn't get lynched by the entire world, becoming the number one warrior was inevitable.

"You don't need to be so extreme," Yang Lie soothed. "Cultivation isn't just about killing. You must also find your own Dao."

"You can seek Dao in every moment—through perseverance, brilliance, love, immortality, lust, laziness, greed… As long as you walk one path without ever giving up, your Wu Gong will become a smooth road."

Listening to Yang Lie's explanation, Fang Can felt something was off—this Mind-Only Martial Path sounded like nothing but madness.

Could anyone who obsessed over one thing for a lifetime truly be normal? And a highly destructive madman—how could this world not descend into chaos?

Ignoring Fang Can's thoughts, Yang Lie continued: "Next, I'll teach you to identify acupoints."

He pointed toward the distance: "Look there."

Following Yang Lie's finger, Fang Can saw a black iron statue, one meter and eighty centimeters tall, its surface evenly dotted with dozens of depressions, each connected by lines.

Yang Lie said: "See those indentations? Those are the body's acupoints—eighty-eight-eight-eight in total."

"Eight times eight is sixty-four," Fang Can said instinctively.

"Look, you're already doubting me—that proves your cultivation will isn't strong enough."

Yang Lie said sternly: "Cultivation means replacing heaven's logic with your own mind. If you can't even accept simple arithmetic, it proves your mind isn't firm—you don't trust yourself."

"No, Yang Jiaotou Yang, you're wrong. Eight times eight is sixty-four."

Fang Can insisted firmly:

"If two words from you can sway me, then my will and spirit aren't even as strong as yours—how could I possibly match heaven?"

Fang Can's reply stunned the instructor, who then broke into a wide grin:

"Good, good, good—you're beginning to understand what Wu Dao truly is. Perhaps your talent for cultivation really is exceptional."

"In any case, these eighty-eight-eight-eight acupoints are all the body's points. Memorize their locations and depths precisely."

"Then, during practice, visualize internal energy flowing along these lines, firmly believing it moves through each acupoint."

"When you truly feel energy flowing between the acupoints and completing one full cycle, you'll have officially entered the first realm of Wu Dao: 【Tui Fan Qu】."

"Remember, the most vital word in cultivation is 【Heart】."

"The Dayan Monarch once said: With heart, anyone can become a Wu God."

Saying this, Yang Lie tossed a simple ancient booklet into Fang Can's hands: "This is the entry-level martial art of our Hu Sha Sect: the Thirty-Six Tiger Devouring Fist Technique."

"Practice the movements and visualize the internal energy flow as described. If you generate qi sensation within a month, you're gifted. If not, go sleep with the laborers."

Fang Can took the booklet—the cover bore eight unfamiliar square characters. He flipped through it idly; each page carried meridian diagrams, clearly designed even for the illiterate.

Looking up, Fang Can asked: "Yang Jiaotou Yang, where can I learn to read? I don't know a single character—I won't understand any martial manuals."

"You want to study?" Yang Lie paused, then said firmly: "I advise you not to."

"Knowledge is poisonous—it corrupts your heart. The more you learn, the weaker your conviction becomes."

He gave an example: "Once, the seventh disciple of the Tai Xuan Sect's Zhang Sect was a peerless genius—he generated qi sensation in half a day, crossed Tui Fan Qu in months. But because he read too much… can you guess what happened to him?"

"What happened?"

Yang Lie slowly uttered two words: "Went mad."

(End of Chapter)