Body command feeding world

Shi Meng led the way, and the two walked through the main street of the outer city. The bluestone pavement was polished to a shine by pedestrians and carriages. Shouts rose and fell on both sides, and the sound of hammers striking the ironware shop made the air tremble slightly. The aroma of wheat wafting from the tavern mingled with the faint smell of blood, creating the unique atmosphere of Pan Shi City.

Wu Wei carried Ya Ya in his arms, a long black iron spear slung across his shoulder. The spear's cold gleam was concealed, yet no one dared approach. Passing warriors caught a glimpse of the faint, ethereal aura of Yang Flame Blood around him, and sensed the lingering murderous intent on the spear shaft. They all stepped aside, their eyes filled with awe. Shi Meng walked beside him, his bone energy aura steady. He knew the way well, avoiding the crowded streets and turning into a relatively quiet side alley.

At the entrance of the alley stands a faded wooden sign with the four characters "Ping An Inn" engraved on it. The characters are simple, yet they convey a sense of tranquility.

"This is it." Shi Meng stopped and pointed to the courtyard. "The safest inn in the outer city. The owner is a retired warrior who doesn't cause trouble or exploit people. There are patrols on a regular basis, so evil spirits can't get in, and ordinary thugs don't dare to cause trouble. It's the most suitable place to settle a young girl."

Wu Wei looked up and saw that the inn was a two-story wooden building with a clean courtyard. There were piles of chopped firewood in the corner and two stone stools at the entrance. There were no fancy decorations, but they looked solid. He nodded slightly, picked up Ya Ya, and stepped inside.

The innkeeper was a one-armed middle-aged man with an empty left sleeve and a scar across his right eye running across his cheek. A faint aura of blood essence lingered around him; he was clearly a veteran who had narrowly escaped death from the clutches of the evil spirits. Seeing Shi Meng lead his men in, his gaze swept over the spear on Wu Wei's shoulder and the scorching aura of blood essence. He immediately composed himself, bowing and nodding: "Brother Shi, who is this?"

"My brother Wu Wei is much stronger than me. He just killed a Bloodclaw Fang last night," Shi Meng said frankly. "Let's book the innermost single room on the second floor. It's quiet and safe. We can stay as long as we want."

The boss's pupils contracted slightly.

The Bloodclaw Fang is one of the most ferocious of the mid-level evil spirits; even two or three ordinary martial artists might not be able to kill it with certainty. This young man before him looked young, yet he had single-handedly slain this fang? He dared not be negligent and quickly retrieved the key, handing it over with both hands: "Second floor, room A, facing the sun, soundproof, and with a view of the street patrol—absolutely safe. Rent…"

"No need to mention money." Shi Meng waved his hand. "Brother Wu is a master of the sect. There will inevitably be settlements regarding the evil treasures in the future, so you can rest assured."

The boss immediately understood and, without saying anything more, led the two upstairs.

The room, named Tianzi Jia, wasn't large, but it was clean and tidy. It contained a wooden bed, a square table, and a small window, with a pot of drought-resistant wild grass placed under the window. Ya Ya was placed on the bed, her little face full of curiosity, yet she remained obedient, not daring to touch anything.

Wu Wei leaned the black iron spear against the headboard, his fingertips lightly touching the shaft. His Yang Flame Blood Essence circulated slightly, and only after confirming there was no Yin Sha aura around him did he feel relieved. He took out the dried rations left by the middle-aged man in the brocade robe from his pocket, placed them on the table, and patted Ya Ya's head: "Stay in the room, don't run around. Call me if you need anything."

"Mmm!" Ya Ya nodded vigorously, hugged the dry food, and sat obediently on the edge of the bed.

After settling in, Wu Wei turned and went downstairs, where Shi Meng was already waiting in the courtyard.

"Shall we go to the notice board to accept the mission first?" Shi Meng asked. "This notice board in the outer city isn't an ordinary wooden board. It's made by the Suppression Division using the essence bones of century-old demon beasts to tan the hide. It can sense the evil energy and the blood essence of the person accepting the notice, so it can't be faked."

Wu Wei raised an eyebrow slightly: "Binding?"

"That's right." Shi Meng nodded. "Once the notice is posted, the list will record your aura and blood essence. After you kill the target evil spirit, the list will automatically sense the presence of evil energy, and the patrol soldiers can verify the authenticity. No one can impersonate someone to claim the reward."

"lead the way."

The two returned to the main street and walked to the crossroads. There stood a tall blue stone platform, and on the platform was a huge dark brown hide with fine, scale-like patterns and a tough, black iron texture, exuding an ancient and powerful aura—this was the Bone Skin Fiend Ranking of the Suppressing Fiend Division.

The area around the wall was crowded with warriors and independent cultivators. Some stood on tiptoe to get a better look, while others whispered amongst themselves, creating a tense yet noisy atmosphere. Two patrolmen stood on either side, swords drawn, their auras chilling, strictly forbidding any fighting or commotion.

Shi Meng pushed through the crowd to make room for Wu Wei: "White characters are low-level, yellow characters are mid-level, and red characters are high-level. Only martial artists can touch them. The Bone and Skin Ranking recognizes blood essence, not people. Once it's revealed, you're bound. Killing will reveal your evil traces. Complete the list, hand it over, and receive your reward. You can't make a single mistake."

Wu Wei's gaze swept over the bone skin, and his fingertips lightly touched it. He felt that it was cool and tough. The dense writing on it was not written in ink, but was blood essence branding, which was integrated with the bone skin itself.

His gaze landed precisely on the yellow notice:

[Mission: Hunt down a lone Bloodclaw Fang, bring back the Demon Core Mark, reward: one complete Demon Treasure + three bottles of healing potions]

Deep within his marrow, Shu's will stirred slightly—a faint ripple of primordial fragment emanated from the direction of the Western Wilderness.

"Brother Wu, why don't you choose to escort the caravan? It's safer and less risky," Shi Meng advised. "The Bloodclaw Fangs are too ferocious; one wrong move and you could easily get hurt."

Wu Wei remained silent, his fingertip directly pressing on the yellow-lettered task sheet, and gently peeled it off.

hum-

The Bone Skin Demon List trembled slightly, and a barely perceptible wisp of gray light burrowed into its body through its fingertips, disappearing in an instant.

"It's done. It's now bound to your blood essence," Shi Meng said in a low voice. "Once you slay the Blood Claw Fang, the evil energy will flow back to the rankings, and black and red evil marks will naturally appear. You can verify it with a simple check."

Upon seeing this, the surrounding rogue cultivators all turned their heads, some sneered, and some shook their heads.

"Another reckless fool who doesn't know his own limits. He thinks he can just take a Bloodclaw Fang like that?"

"Judging by his young age, he's probably just awakened his blood essence. Does he think a mid-level Fiend is nothing more than a chicken or a dog?"

"How could Shi Meng associate with such people? He'll be implicated sooner or later."

Whispers drifted over, and Shi Meng's face darkened. He was about to reprimand Wu Wei when Wu Wei raised his hand to stop him.

Wu Wei turned around, his cold eyes sweeping over the crowd. He released his Yangyan Blood Essence without reservation for a moment—a scorching wave of energy suddenly spread out, like a blazing sun overhead, forcing the surrounding rogue cultivators to retreat one after another. Their blood essence felt sluggish, and the area under the wall instantly fell silent.

That was a domineering power that purely restrained evil spirits and suppressed ordinary blood essence; it was a fierce aura that had slain blood claws and been stained with evil blood.

No one dared to say another word.

Shi Meng was shocked, becoming even more certain that Wu Wei was no ordinary rogue cultivator. That kind of condensed and domineering blood essence, that kind of aloof and cold temperament, could only be possessed by a true powerhouse who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"Let's go." Wu Wei put the bone-skin notice into his pocket, turned around with his gun, and walked steadily. "Let's go to the exchange point first and confirm the rules of the evil treasure."

Shi Meng quickly followed, and the two arrived at a shop next to the notice wall. The signboard read "Treasure Exchange Office of the Suppressing Evil Department". Behind the counter sat an accountant, playing with a black fragment of evil treasure. His aura was calm, but he had the foundation of a martial master.

"First time exchanging treasures?" The accountant looked up at Wu Wei.

"How do I exchange the evil treasures obtained from slaying the evil spirits?" Wu Wei asked, his voice cold and hard.

The accountant tapped the counter with his fingertips: "Low-level evil spirits, broken treasures; mid-level evil spirits, whole treasures; high-level evil spirits, superior treasures. Ten broken treasures are equivalent to one whole treasure. Whole treasures can be exchanged for cultivation techniques, medicines, weapons, inner city passes, or directly for copper coins and rations. For the Evil Suppression Division's missions, rewards are given based on the traces of evil spirits on the Bone and Skin Ranking. There is no deception, and no one can claim the reward fraudulently."

He paused, his gaze falling on Wu Wei's spear: "Judging from your aura, you possess the Yang Flame attribute? It's specifically designed to counter evil spirits. If you can consistently kill mid-level evil spirits, you'll have a strong foothold in Rock City."

Wu Wei didn't reply, but he understood.

The Demon Treasure was his foundation for survival in this city, his cultivation resources, the confidence to settle Ya Ya, and the key to finding the fragments of the Origin.

Shi Meng added from the side, "Brother Wu, let's rest for a day first, and then leave the city early tomorrow morning, heading straight for the Western Wilderness. The Bloodclaw Fangs are nocturnal and active during the day, making them the easiest to hunt."

Wu Wei nodded slightly, his gaze passing through the street to the towering inner city walls in the distance.

The towering, dark blue wall stood majestically, with clouds and mist swirling behind it. A stronger aura of blood essence was faintly rising from it, and a faint, primal fluctuation that made his very bones tremble was also faintly visible.

There, there are stronger enemies, a more fundamental truth, and the original fragments he must find.

But at this moment, all he needs to do is grip his spear tightly, slay all the evil spirits before him, and step by step, shatter the cage of this realm.

As the setting sun cast its golden-red glow upon the eaves of Pan Shi City, the Bone-Skin Fiend Banner swayed gently in the wind, its dark brown leather surface exuding an ancient and imposing aura. Wu Wei stood there, spear in hand, a solitary figure as towering as a mountain peak, drawing the attention of countless onlookers, including several peering eyes lurking in the shadows.

Inside the small window of Ping An Inn, Ya Ya leaned against the window, gazing at the tall figure on the street, her little face full of peace.

She knew that as long as Uncle Wu was there, she would be safe no matter how dangerous the place was.