Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 439 No Gratitude, No Enmity

Zhu Wuyao stared at the dagger that gleamed with a cold light.

Such vulgar things cannot harm her.

Even if the protective shield were left open and the woman were to stab her with a knife, she would not be able to be killed. How weak, powerless, and tragic she was.

Zhu Wuyao asked through gritted teeth:

"He's unfilial, heartless, and has squandered the family fortune... What's so worth risking your life for him?!"

The woman, her hair disheveled and appearing somewhat deranged, shouted in a stern voice:

“You’re a good-for-nothing. You live your life in a muddle and have no ambition. You’re no match for my son. Yet your parents are desperately trying to get you to inherit the family business!”

"If your parents can plan for you, why can't I fight for my child's life!"

She recognized it.

She guessed that the person impersonating Zhu Wuji was none other than Zhu Wuyao, who had been kicked out of his home years ago.

kill her.

kill her.

Zhu Wuyao's arm trembled slightly as she desperately suppressed the murderous intent in her heart, trying to calm herself down. She had killed so many people and weathered countless storms, yet such a small matter, involving an ordinary person, could force her into such a dilemma.

The woman finished speaking.

Wishing you a happy home!

An elder from the clan, feeling uneasy, brought gifts to visit, but the snacks and pork in his hands fell into the dust, raising a cloud of dust in front of the door that hadn't been cleaned in a long time.

Zhu Wuyao's gaze suddenly shot towards him.

The murderous intent almost materialized.

“Bang!”

The Zhu family's gate slammed shut, startling the visitor who wanted to turn and run, but there was nowhere to turn back.

The woman, as if seeing a lifeline, turned to the clan elder, knelt before the crowd, and said bitterly:

She is not Zhu Wuji!

"She is Zhu Wuyao!!"

"Kill her quickly, kill her, avenge my son! She's coming for revenge, she's coming to kill us...!"

Zhu Wuyao slowly stood up.

Kill everyone who knows her identity, or risk being hunted down by the Qingyun Sect and the Juque Sect by offending the Qingyun Sect and losing all chance to enter the secret realm, and spare the lives of everyone present.

The bladeless sword was faintly visible in his hand.

It almost took shape, but then collapsed and disappeared several times.

Her barely maintained rationality was crumbling, her sword sharp and ready to strike, such a small matter, such a small matter...!

If everyone present were killed, it would surely cause a huge uproar in Dongji City.

No, there must be a more suitable way.

These people can be knocked unconscious, tied up, and paid to be guarded. As long as these two months pass, it won't matter if their identities are revealed.

That's right.

Zhu Wuyao's tense emotions suddenly relaxed. She breathed a sigh of relief, and the sword aura and spiritual power she had gathered dissipated, causing her to relax for a moment.

But when he looked up again, his pupils suddenly contracted—

The woman slowly slid to the ground. The dagger was snatched away by the clan elder and plunged into her heart. Like a dying bird or beast, she collapsed to the ground, making incomprehensible sounds as blood and foam gushed from her throat.

The splattered blood began to flow slowly, soaking the brocade robes he had changed into that evening.

I hope you won't hear the elders' flattering and professing loyalty.

"She must be confused. How come she doesn't recognize her own child?"

"And he even ran right into a dagger!"

"Chief, what do you think we should do? Should we give him a grand funeral in a thick coffin, or just wrap him in a mat and bury him?"

Zhu Wuyao raised her finger, which trembled slightly. Not knowing what she wanted to reach for, she could only lower it back to her side.

Tonight, she seems to have done too many wrong things.

The final outcome, however, seemed to be quite satisfactory.

She saw the elder's blood-stained palm after he released the dagger, and she saw the crowd who had been obsequious at first but were now arrogant and fawning.

Her predicament was easily resolved.

There's no need to seek revenge against the "enemy" who wants to kill you.

Yet, she inexplicably felt that this world was so absurd as to be unreal. Her emotions fluctuated, and the perilous situation that had just put her in a dilemma was resolved so easily.

She saw herself sitting back down at the dining table.

An empty bowl sat on the table, with the soup at the bottom now completely cold.

The firewood in the stove was almost out, making a slight popping sound, using its remaining heat to keep the dumplings in the pot warm.

There was even a slight "gurgling" sound.

Lacking stamina, it could only barely roll around in the hot water.

She heard herself say:

"Having received a meal as a token of gratitude, one should offer a lavish funeral."

"Now that you know my identity, if you want to curry favor with me, then keep your mouth shut. I still have a use for this bastard's identity."

She saw herself throw out the money bag.

The gleaming silver coins rolled onto the ground, the cool moonlight reflecting the greed in everyone's eyes.

She saw the clan elders scrambling for the silver coins on the ground like wild dogs fighting over food, stuffing them into their pockets as if they could see the future prosperity of the clan and the silver coins rolling into their pockets.

She saw as she stepped forward, the elders retreating in alarm.

She saw herself calmly squat down and, as if by magic, close the hole in the woman's chest. She saw herself take off her outer garment and cover the bloodstains all over her body.

The woman's face was contorted with rage, and she died with murderous intent.

She remembered a rumor—that before a person dies, the image of the murderer will be reflected in their pupils.

So he reached out and closed the woman's eyes.

Zhu Wuyao bent down and picked up the woman's gradually cooling body. Her body, like dumplings boiling in a pot, was gradually cooling down, and the woman's head slumped limply on her shoulder.

They left the Zhu family home.

Amidst the excited yet fearful gazes of the clan elders, he waved his hand, igniting a massive fire.

The flickering flames meandered and climbed the roof beams. She heard the dying cries of the house. The fire was reflected in her pupils, its light and shadow shifting. She saw the fire bury all love and hate, its fierce flames raging and the world in turmoil.

Obsession, anger, greed, hatred, struggle.

The smoke disappeared.

It would take at least an hour and a half to get back to Qingyun Sect from Dongji City.

But she knew she didn't need to go back—

Everything that happens here is the best cover for traveling the world.

Even if Elder Liao arrives, he will have no grounds to criticize, and it could even become a legitimate opportunity for Zhu Wuji to break through to the next realm.

She thought so.

She realized she had become calm.

Zhu Wuji's mother's funeral was quickly concluded because the main house was burned down, and there was not even a suitable place to hang white banners or lay the coffin.

The clan elders, each carrying a secret, returned home with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, awaiting the promising future promised by the new clan leader, Zhu Wuyao.

Elder Liao arrived very quickly.

He was strangely angry.

Did Zhu Wuji just come down the mountain a day or two ago?

He actually couldn't resist using his spiritual power?

But this anger came to an abrupt end when he saw his own disciple.

He met Zhu Wuji in front of a new grave.

Elder Liao noticed the emptiness and confusion in him, the improvement in his strength, and also saw the white cloth in Zhu Wuji's hair.

"What...what's going on?"

She slumped down on the grave and threw the paper money into the brazier.

The fire snake climbed upwards, flickering uncertainly as a gust of wind blew by. The burnt ashes scattered and drifted in all directions. The wind howled, blowing the bright yellow paper money that had not been put into the brazier into flying everywhere, like yellow flowers falling from the sky.

It was placed on the grave mound.

It landed on Zhu Wuyao.

She looked up, forced a smile, and said, half-jokingly:

"My body is like a rootless duckweed, without father or mother, without love or hate, without gratitude... and without enmity."