Body command feeding world

The firelight inside the dilapidated temple was a warm, orange-red, casting flickering light on the mottled murals on the walls. The aroma of roasting rats mingled with the woody scent of firewood, barely masking the stench of the malevolent fog outside. Ya Ya leaned against Wu Wei's lap, her eyelids almost glued shut, her little hand still clutching half a piece of uneaten rat meat, her breathing even and shallow. The middle-aged man in brocade robes was discussing the situation in Pan Shi City in hushed tones with a burly man with a thick beard. Two riders were dozing against the doorframe, while attendants stood guard beside the carriage, vigilantly watching the billowing malevolent fog outside.

Everything exuded an eerie calm before the storm.

Suddenly, the fire trembled violently.

The once vibrant orange flames seemed to be enveloped by an invisible chill, instantly losing all warmth and transforming into an eerie azure. The blue flames flickered eerily, their light as cold as ice, casting the figures inside the dilapidated temple with grotesque, fanged faces. The once warm glow now carried a bone-chilling cold, and the mountain rats on the grill instantly stopped sizzling, a thin layer of white frost forming on their surfaces.

"not good!"

A roar from the burly, bearded man exploded like thunder, shattering the silence of the dilapidated temple. His expression changed drastically; his originally dark face now turned ashen, his eyes filled with horror and gravity. "It's the aura of the Fiend Child! This blue flame is the Fiend Child's Yin energy, capable of extinguishing Yang fire and corroding the soul!"

Before the words were even finished, the temperature inside the dilapidated temple plummeted. Illuminated by the blue flames, everyone's breath turned into white mist. The smile on the middle-aged man's face froze instantly, and he instinctively took a half-step back. The servants immediately drew their short swords and hurriedly gathered around the carriage. The dozing rider awoke with a start, his hand on his sword hilt, his eyes fixed on the malevolent mist outside the door, his muscles taut like a fully drawn bowstring.

Wu Wei pulled Ya Ya behind him, pressing her head down with his left hand to prevent her from looking up, while his right hand gripped the black iron spear, the shaft vibrating instantly with a buzzing resonance. His Yang Flame Blood Essence surged within him, a scorching warmth spreading through his meridians to his limbs and bones, resisting the chill brought by the blue flames. He could clearly feel the malevolent mist outside the door suddenly become violent; the previously lingering black fog churned like boiling ink, mixed with an extremely strong stench of blood, far more pungent than any of the malevolent spirits he had encountered before.

"Just dealing with the evil child is one thing, but I'm afraid..." The burly man with the thick beard trembled slightly. He suddenly ripped open his shirt and shouted, "Bone Essence Armor!"

boom!

A powerful aura erupted from his body. Unlike Wu Wei's Yang Flame Blood Essence, this power possessed a metallic hardness, like refined iron forged through countless hammer blows. With his shout, a pale gray halo rose around him, and countless tiny points of light condensed in the air, gradually transforming into sharply defined armor plates that covered his chest, arms, and legs. The armor's surface was covered with intricate patterns, as grotesque as bones, radiating a faint bone-elemental spiritual light that kept out the chilling aura of the blue flames.

He drew his long sword from his waist with a backhand motion. The blade was narrow and gleamed with a cold, sharp light. The moment it was drawn, a surge of powerful blood energy flowed into the blade, igniting a pale red flame on its edge. Unlike Wu Wei's Yang Flame, this flame was more violent, carrying an unstoppable, murderous aura. The burly man with a thick beard gripped the sword with both hands, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground. His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, was fixed on the malevolent mist at the entrance of the dilapidated temple. His muscles were taut, like a tiger poised to pounce.

"I'm afraid there are even greater evil spirits following!" The middle-aged man in the brocade robe was deathly pale. Hiding behind his attendant, his voice trembled. "Evil Children never act alone. They are often spies for high-ranking evil spirits. They can draw upon Yin energy to clear the way for the evil spirits behind them!"

Wu Wei frowned, a fleeting glimpse of Yangyan Blood Essence flashing in his eyes. He could feel the bloody aura within the evil mist growing stronger, accompanied by heavy footsteps, each step feeling like it was treading on everyone's hearts, causing the ground to tremble slightly. The blue flames flickered more intensely, their light flashing and casting long shadows at the doorway, as if an ancient behemoth was lurking in the darkness, ready to pounce at any moment.

Ya Ya kept her eyes tightly closed, her little face buried in Wu Wei's clothes, her body trembling slightly, but she didn't make a sound. She could feel the burning heat emanating from Wu Wei, a heat that inexplicably reassured her, and she knew that she couldn't cause Wu Wei any trouble at this moment, so she could only obediently stay behind him.

"They're here!"

The burly man with the thick beard roared again, and the blood-elemental flames on his longsword suddenly surged, illuminating the evil mist at the entrance.

A tall figure emerged slowly from the black mist, over two meters tall, naked, its skin a sickly dark red, covered in twisted blood-red patterns that spread across its body like a spiderweb. Its head resembled a human's, but possessed sharp fangs, and saliva dripped from its mouth, sizzling and corroding small pits into the ground. Its hands were exceptionally long, with razor-sharp, curved nails that gleamed with a dark luster, clearly coated with potent poison.

It was a mid-level evil spirit—the Bloodclaw Fang!

The Bloodclaw Fang's eyes were a murky, dark red, devoid of any intelligence, possessing only pure bloodlust. The moment it stepped out of the malevolent mist, it was drawn by the presence of living beings within the dilapidated temple, letting out a piercing roar, a sound as harsh as the scraping of metal, causing a painful ache in the eardrums. A layer of crimson malevolent energy swirled around it, echoing the black malevolent mist outside the door, making the blue flames glow even more eerie.

"It really is a Bloodclaw Fang!" The burly man with the thick beard's expression grew even more grave. "The most ferocious of the mid-level Fiends, possessing immense strength, and its claws are infused with Blood Fiend poison; you can't withstand it head-on!"

Before the words were even finished, the Bloodclaw Fang pounced forward, its target the most conspicuous burly man with a thick beard in the crowd. Its speed was astonishing; its figure transformed into a dark red afterimage under the blue flames, its sharp claws carrying a blood-red aura as they slashed straight at the burly man's face, the claw wind so fierce it seemed to tear the air apart.

"Well done!" The burly man with a thick beard advanced instead of retreating, his bone armor gleaming brightly. He held his sword horizontally in front of him with both hands, while lowering his shoulders to block the attack.

"clang--!"

The moment the claws collided with the blade, a deafening roar erupted, sparks flying everywhere. The burly man with the thick beard felt an immense force surge into his body through the blade; his arms went numb, and his legs plowed two shallow furrows in the ground. He staggered back five steps before regaining his footing. Where the claw's force had swept across his bone armor, a dim halo appeared, and a crack appeared in the fine lines, clearly indicating that the power of the attack had exceeded his expectations.

"What tough armor!" Bloodclaw roared, seemingly enraged by the Bone Yuan Armor. It opened its blood-red maw and bit at the neck of the bearded man, while its other claw transformed into a flurry of claw shadows, attacking the man's vital points.

The burly man with the thick beard gritted his teeth, wielding his long sword with impenetrable speed. The blood essence flames continuously scorched the blood claw fang's murderous aura, but he was clearly on the defensive—the blood claw fang's power was simply too terrifying. Every collision caused his blood and qi to surge, and the cracks in his bone essence armor increased, while the blood claw fang's attacks became more and more ferocious, showing no signs of fatigue.

"Help!" the middle-aged man in the brocade robe shouted urgently. Two riders immediately rushed forward, brandishing their longswords and attacking the Bloodclaw Fang's sides, trying to restrain its movements. But the Bloodclaw Fang didn't take them seriously at all. Its tail (not mentioned before, to add: the Bloodclaw Fang's tail is like a steel whip, covered with blood-red patterns) lashed out, whipping towards one of the riders with a whistling sound. The rider hurriedly tried to block, but was sent flying by the force, crashing heavily into the temple wall, spitting blood, and losing consciousness.

The other rider turned pale with fright, his attack halted instantly, and the Bloodclaw Fang seized the opening, slashing his shoulder with its claw. Blood gushed out, and the wound quickly turned blackish-purple, clearly indicating that he had been poisoned by the Blood Fiend Poison.

"It's no use!" the burly man with the thick beard roared, forcing the Bloodclaw Fang back half a step with all his might. "This fiendish beast has thick skin and tough flesh; ordinary blood essence can't harm it. I can only rely on myself to hold it back and find an opportunity to attack its heart!"

Wu Wei remained aloof, his left hand tightly protecting Ya Ya, his right hand already poised to strike with his spear. He could clearly see that while the Bloodclaw Fang was ferocious, it lacked intelligence, concentrating all its attacks on the burly, bearded man who was taking the bruises head-on, leaving its back as its weak point. Although the man's bone armor was on the verge of collapse, each parry precisely locked onto the Bloodclaw Fang's attack trajectory, creating the only opportunity for others to strike—this was the foundation of a Martial Master; it wasn't that the man was weak, but rather that the Bloodclaw Fang's direct combat power inherently countered pure defense and fierce attacks.

"The Yang Flame can burn away its blood and evil energy, and if it breaks through its heart and flesh, it will disintegrate." Shu's thoughts rang out from the depths of his bone marrow at the right time.

Wu Wei's eyes sharpened, and his Yang Flame Blood Essence surged within him. The Xuan Iron Spear instantly glowed with a pale golden flame, the light condensed at its tip like the midday sun, carrying a sharpness that could pierce through anything. Without the slightest hesitation, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and shot out like an arrow, using the interplay of light and shadow from the fire and blue flames as cover, heading straight for the Blood Claw Fang's back.

Bloodclaw Fang was fully engaged in a fierce attack on the bearded man, completely unaware of the murderous intent lurking behind him. The bearded man caught a glimpse of Wu Wei out of the corner of his eye, and a surge of joy filled his heart. He suddenly unleashed his full bone essence, roaring, "Hold on!" He gripped his sword with both hands, forcefully pressing Bloodclaw Fang's claws against his body. His bone essence armor creaked under the strain, cracks spreading across his entire body, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. But he gritted his teeth, refusing to let Bloodclaw Fang move an inch.

It's now!

Wu Wei slightly twisted his wrist, the spear tip avoiding the blood-patterned armor on the Bloodclaw Fang's back, and precisely pierced the relatively weak spot in its heart. Yangyan Blood Essence surged fiercely into the spear shaft, exploding inside the Bloodclaw Fang's body like oil being poured into a raging fire, instantly scorching its meridians and core evil energy.

"Awooo—!"

The Bloodclaw Fang let out a piercingly mournful roar, its body convulsing violently, its dark red eyes instantly losing their luster. The crimson aura surrounding it melted away rapidly like ice meeting fire, its previously ferocious power instantly dissipating, its claws hanging limply at its sides. Taking advantage of the moment, the burly man with the thick beard released his longsword, staggering backward. The light of his bone-element armor dimmed, turning into specks of spiritual light that merged into his body. His chest heaved violently, clearly indicating that he had exhausted himself.

Wu Wei drew his spear, unleashing a burst of Yangyan Blood Essence to burn away the black blood on the spear shaft. The Blood Claw Fang's body slowly transformed into black mist, gradually dissipating into the air, leaving behind only a pool of highly toxic black sewage, which was rapidly evaporated by the blue flames.

As the Bloodclaw Fang died, the blue flames inside the ruined temple lost their support and gradually turned back to orange-red. The temperature rose, and the evil mist outside the door slowly receded.

The burly man with a thick beard wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with shock, awe, and disbelief as he looked at Wu Wei: "Brother... your spear technique, your masterful use of blood essence..." He paused, his tone certain, "You must be a disciple of a sect who has been traveling abroad, right?"

Wu Wei did not deny it, but simply put away his spear, walked behind the altar, picked up Ya Ya, and gently patted her back to comfort her.

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe hurriedly stepped forward and handed a bottle of medicine to the burly man with a thick beard. At the same time, his gaze towards Wu Wei was full of flattery: "No wonder you are so skilled, brother! So you come from a sect! Your Yang Flame Blood Essence is specifically designed to counter evil spirits, and your spear technique is precise and ruthless. Such methods of killing evil spirits are priceless in Rock City!"

"Indeed," the burly man with the thick beard said with a sigh as he applied medicine to his wounds. "Although the Suppression Bureau in the city sells techniques for killing evil spirits, they all require exchanging them for evil spirit treasures. Those evil spirit treasures are hard currency that only high-level evil spirits can condense. They can be exchanged for resources, medicine, and even cultivation techniques. An ordinary awakened person might not be able to save up one in a lifetime. Your technique, brother, is even more exquisite than the top-tier killing techniques sold in the city. If it weren't for a sect's inheritance, it would be impossible to master."

Wu Wei's heart skipped a beat. So this world's cultivation resources circulated through "Fiend Treasures," and his Yangyan Spear Technique was so precious in others' eyes. He looked at the burly man with the thick beard, his tone still low: "Rockstone City, the Fiend Suppression Division's mission—can I exchange it for a Fiend Treasure?"

"Of course!" The burly man with the thick beard nodded. "There's a chance to obtain evil treasures by slaying evil spirits, and the tasks of the Suppressing Evil Spirits Division often reward evil treasures. With your strength, once you arrive in Rock City, take on a few mid-level evil spirit tasks, and you'll quickly accumulate enough evil treasures. You can find a good inn for the young lady to stay in, and also exchange them for cultivation resources to improve your strength."

Ya Ya lifted her head from Wu Wei's arms and whispered, "Uncle Wu, I don't mind being a bother, as long as I can be with you."

Wu Wei patted her head, his gaze softening slightly. "I can only get back to work with peace of mind after you're settled." He turned to the burly man with the thick beard. "We'll set off together at dawn."

"Alright!" The burly man with the thick beard readily agreed. He knew that traveling with an Awakened One with a sect background and formidable strength would only make the journey safer. Moreover, he wanted to take this opportunity to make friends, hoping that they might be able to help him in Rock City in the future.

The aroma of roasted rats wafted again around the fire. Everyone focused on healing their wounds, remaining silent, but their gazes towards Wu Wei were filled with awe. They all knew that if it hadn't been for Wu Wei's exquisite spearmanship and the Yang Flame Blood Essence that countered the evil spirits, coupled with the burly man's desperate restraint, no one would have left this dilapidated temple alive today.

As night deepened, the firelight inside the dilapidated temple remained warm, illuminating Wu Wei's figure carrying Ya Ya, and also reflecting everyone's anticipation for Rock City—a place with a safe haven, magical treasures for exchanging resources, and unknown opportunities and challenges. Wu Wei, however, had only one thought in his mind: to reach Rock City as quickly as possible, settle Ya Ya, and then, with his spear, earn enough magical treasures to find more clues to the fragments of the Origin.