Body command feeding world

pain.

A bone-chilling cold, accompanied by tearing pain, pulled Wu Wei's consciousness back from the boundless darkness.

He abruptly opened his eyes, only to find not the familiar cobblestone floor of the Earth Martial Arts Hall, but dark wooden beams and cobweb-covered corners. His nostrils were filled with a damp, musty smell, mixed with a faint, fishy odor. Unfamiliar fragments of memories flooded his mind like a tide, assaulting his soul as a top-tier spear master on Earth.

Wu Wei, a legend in the world of gunfighting. He picked up a gun at the age of seven, swept through domestic competitions at fifteen, and reached the top of the world at twenty. He devoted his life to gunfighting, and his long gun pierced the throats of countless powerful enemies. However, he fell in a hail of bullets during a conspiracy by a top power.

He thought that was the end, but unexpectedly his soul crossed the sea of ​​stars and attached itself to the body of a boy with the same name.

The original owner was a poor, orphaned boy from Qinglu Village with mediocre talent. While hunting in the mountains outside the village, he was attacked by a "fierce beast." He fought his way back to the village but died, which allowed the other party to take over his place.

"Fiend beasts..." Wu Wei murmured, chewing on the unfamiliar word. He propped himself up on the dilapidated wooden bed, his bones creaking under the weight. In the original owner's memories, this was a world corrupted by "fiends," where the heavens and earth were filled with malevolent miasma. Ordinary plants withered upon contact, and living beings transformed into bloodthirsty fiend beasts. Humans could only struggle to survive using a rudimentary cultivation system.

He looked down at his hands, thin yet calloused, with thick calluses on his palms from holding a woodcutter's knife for a long time—completely different from the hands of his previous life that could wield a hundred-pound spear and were covered in gun calluses, yet they both carried a texture that was symbiotic with the weapon.

Just then, a chilling aura suddenly swept in from outside the window, accompanied by a beast-like growl, causing the temperature in the room to plummet. Wu Wei's eyes narrowed; his instincts as a gunslinger from his past life instantly tightened his nerves, and almost subconsciously, he grabbed a crude wooden gun leaning against the corner of the wall beside him.

This wooden spear was originally used by the original owner for self-defense. The shaft was made of ordinary hardwood, and the tip was polished to a fairly sharp point, but it couldn't be considered a real weapon at all. However, in Wu Wei's hands, this simple wooden spear seemed to come alive. He held it in the palm of his hand, about a third of the way down, his wrist slightly heavy, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his breathing even and calm—it was the spear stance training he had cultivated for decades, and even though he had a different body, it had long been etched into his soul.

"roar!"

After a hoarse roar, the door was smashed open, and amidst the flying splinters, a monster half the height of a human lunged in. It resembled a wild dog, its body covered in bluish-black scales, its eyes glowing crimson, and foul-smelling saliva dripping from its mouth—it was the same ferocious beast from the original owner's memories.

The beast was surrounded by a dense, chilling aura, and wherever it passed, a thin layer of frost would condense on the walls. Wu Wei could clearly feel that this chilling aura was subtly repelling a certain warm power within his body—the "Yang Flame Blood Essence" that the original body possessed from birth, a special constitution that naturally restrained evil spirits.

The master of spearmanship in his previous life never fought an unprepared battle.

Wu Wei shifted his feet slightly, his figure moving sideways like a ghost, avoiding the beast's attack. The stench of the beast's decay filled his nostrils, yet his face remained expressionless, his eyes as cold as ice, only his hand gripping the wooden spear as steady as a rock. Under his deliberate guidance, the Yang Flame Blood Essence surged along his meridians to the spear shaft, causing the ordinary hardwood to gleam with a faint golden halo.

"crack!"

With a low shout, Wu Wei suddenly exerted force on his wrist, and the wooden spear shot out like an arrow. This spear thrust had no fancy techniques, only extreme speed and power. It was the core killing move that had made him a dominant force in the spear world in his previous life. Now, combined with the Yang Flame Blood Essence, it was even more scorching and domineering.

The spear tip pierced the beast's left eye with pinpoint accuracy, and golden Yang Flame Blood Essence erupted instantly, scorching the beast's internal evil like boiling oil in a raging fire. The beast let out a shrill scream, its massive body struggling violently, trying to break free from the wooden spear's restraints.

Wu Wei's gaze remained unchanged. With a slight twist of his wrist, the tip of his spear swirled within the beast's eye socket, causing the Yang Flame Blood Essence to surge wildly into the wound, completely igniting the demonic miasma within its body. He could clearly feel that the beast's chilling aura was utterly ineffective against the Yang Flame, melting away like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

"Pfft—"

He pulled out the wooden spear with ease, drawing out a stream of dark blood. It sizzled as it hit the ground, corroding small pits in the earth. The ferocious beast, rendered immobile, collapsed to the ground, its body visibly shriveling and dissolving until it turned into a pool of black ash, completely consumed by the lingering heat of the blazing sun.

The chill in the room dissipated, and sunlight streamed through the broken door, falling on Wu Wei and outlining his tall figure. He gripped a wooden spear, a few drops of dark blood still dripping from its tip. Yang Flame Blood Essence flowed slowly within his body, repairing the fatigue inflicted on his body by the battle.

He was a lone wolf, decisive and ruthless. This was his creed in his past life, and it still applied in this unfamiliar world.

Wu Wei looked down at the wooden spear in his palm, a sharp glint in his eyes. The original owner's memories told him that the number of ferocious beasts outside Qinglu Village was increasing, and the miasma was spreading. This world was far more dangerous than he had imagined. But he was not afraid. In his previous life, he had carved out a place for himself with a long spear. In this life, with the blessing of Yangyan Blood Essence and the foundation of a spear master, he had no reason to back down.

He didn't believe in fate or ghosts and gods; he only believed in the spear in his hand.

"This world..." Wu Wei slowly raised his head and looked at the continuous green mountains outside the village, where clouds and mist swirled and the aura of evil spirits could be vaguely felt. "If it is really bound by the so-called rules, then I will use this spear to fight my way out."

The Yangyan Blood Essence surged within him, as if echoing his vow. He could sense that the potential of this body was far from being unlocked, and the combination of the Yangyan Blood Essence and the Way of the Spear held limitless possibilities. As for the faint throbbing hidden deep within his consciousness, subtly resonating with the resentment in his soul—Wu Wei suppressed it for the time being. He knew that it might be the key to unlocking the truth of this world, but right now, the most important thing was to become stronger.

Only by being strong enough can one gain a foothold in this world overrun by evil spirits, control one's own destiny, and... overturn all the unjust rules.

Wu Wei gripped the wooden spear tightly, turned, and walked out of the dilapidated house. Sunlight shone on him, casting a long shadow, much like the spear in his hand—its sharpness just beginning to emerge, yet already carrying a determination to shake the heavens and earth.

The morning mist in Qinglu Village had not yet dissipated, but a master whose gun spirit had returned was already on this otherworldly land.