Body command feeding world

As dawn broke and the morning mist had not yet dissipated, the south gate of Panshi City slowly opened.

Wu Wei carried a long spear made of black iron on his back, dressed in a plain, close-fitting outfit, his posture as upright as a spear. He had entrusted Ya Ya to the Ping An Inn, with the owner looking after her, promising to return in three days. Shi Meng was already waiting outside the city gate, a long sword at his waist, his aura of bone essence steady, and a water pouch and dry rations hanging from his waist.

"Brother Wu, this way." Shi Meng pointed to the desolate road outside the city. "Ten miles west of the desolate land is a mass grave and a cluster of ruined temples. The Demon Child likes to roam there, and the Blood Claw Fang often hangs out there as well."

Wu Wei nodded slightly and strode into the desolate fog.

The area outside the city was drastically different from the inside. The vegetation was withered, the land was dark brown, and the air was filled with a lingering, malevolent stench. Bones and black stains were scattered everywhere on the ground, traces left by the battles between evil spirits and humans. The morning breeze carried a biting chill; ordinary mortals who lingered here for even a moment would be invaded by the malevolent energy, suffering either serious illness or sudden death.

The two traveled swiftly, and in less than half an hour, they arrived at a desolate burial ground overgrown with weeds and littered with broken tombstones and crumbling walls.

"We've arrived." Shi Meng stopped, his expression grave. "The malevolent energy is strongest here, and malevolent spirits are as numerous as hairs on a cow. Be careful they don't stir up the Yin Mist."

Wu Wei did not respond, but simply closed his eyes slightly.

Within his very bones, Shu's will stirred slightly, and the Yang Flame Blood Essence spontaneously circulated through his meridians, dispelling the surrounding chill. He could clearly sense dozens of faint yet ferocious auras hiding behind broken walls, overgrown weeds, and shattered coffins, like hungry wolves eyeing the presence of the living.

It is a cursed child.

"Clear the small ones first, then look for the Bloodclaw Fangs." Wu Wei raised his hand and gripped the spear. The black iron shaft trembled slightly and emitted a low hum.

Before the words were finished, a faint blue light suddenly appeared deep within the mass grave.

The blue flames flickered faintly, cold as ice.

"It's the evil spirit summoning evil!" Shi Meng's expression changed drastically. His bone energy instantly activated, and his pale gray armor once again covered his body. "They're trying to gather mist to trap people!"

hum-

The mist over the entire desolate tomb suddenly surged, turning from white to black, transforming into a thick, malevolent miasma that completely obscured the surrounding view. A chilling aura swept in, instantly freezing the ground and vegetation with a crackling sound.

Dozens of thin, hunched black figures darted out from behind the weeds, coffins, and broken walls.

They were the size of children, but had huge heads, deep-set eyes with only black whites, and mouths that split to their ears, revealing fine, sharp teeth. They were surrounded by a faint black aura of malevolence, moved as swiftly as ghosts, and emitted sharp "chirp chirp chirp" sounds as they pounced on the two of them.

Low-level evil spirit—the evil child!

"Brother Wu, be careful, there are too many of them!" Shi Meng held his sword in front, his bone armor gleaming brightly, ready to block head-on.

But before he could even make a move, a faster figure swept past him.

Wu and Wei made their move.

Without rushing, without being reckless, without panicking, his footwork was precise to the extreme—the very starting stance of Earth's spear techniques. The Xuan Tie spear spun lightly in his hand, and the Yang Yan Blood Essence erupted with a roar, the spear tip igniting with a pale golden flame, like a small sun, exceptionally dazzling in the pitch-black miasma.

"Flame-Splittering Spear!"

A straight thrust.

The blazing heat tore through the air, scorching waves of air directly ripped through the evil mist before them. The three evil children in the front row didn't even have time to scream before the heat pierced through their bodies. The yin evil met the blazing heat like ice melting into water, instantly turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating.

"Burning Fiend Spear!"

Wu Wei twisted his wrist again, and his spear swept horizontally.

The gun unleashed a wave of flames that spread out in a fan shape. Five or six evil children in front of it were struck by the flames, their bodies engulfed in golden-red flames. They screeched and shrieked incessantly, rolled on the ground for a few breaths, and then turned into ashes.

His marksmanship was devoid of any unnecessary frills; every strike hit the core of the evil child's aura and his blind spots, fast, accurate, and ruthless, as precise as a machine and as violent as thunder.

Shi Meng was stunned.

He had never seen anyone kill a low-level evil child so cleanly and swiftly, with such fluidity that wherever the Yang Flame passed, the evil spirits were like paper, unable to even get close.

In less than half an incense stick's time.

The wailing of the evil children gradually subsided, the black mist was gradually thinned by the scorching sun, and the morning light once again shone on the mass grave.

Dozens of evil children were all killed.

Shi Meng gasped for breath, his bone essence greatly depleted. He looked at Wu Wei with utter awe: "Brother Wu... your Yangyan Spear Technique is simply the nemesis of evil spirits."

Wu Wei sheathed his spear and stood there, the blazing heat from the spear tip slowly receding, leaving only a faint smell of burnt ash and a fishy odor. He didn't speak, his gaze fixed on a patch of black ash on the ground.

There, a dim glimmer of light lay quietly in the ashes.

Shi Meng followed the gaze, first stunned, then his eyes widened, his voice trembling slightly: "That, that's... a demonic treasure? And it's a whole piece?"

The probability of obtaining a low-level evil child is extremely low. The vast majority of them only release evil energy. It is already extremely lucky to get a fragment of an evil treasure. Getting a complete evil treasure directly is a rare occurrence, perhaps only once in a hundred or a thousand attempts.

Wu Wei stepped forward, bent down, and picked it up.

A chilling, heavy, and dense sensation immediately came from my palm.

It was a complete, irregularly shaped, malevolent treasure, about the size of a thumb. Its entire body was jet black, with fine, dark red threads winding around its interior, like congealed malevolent blood slowly flowing. Its surface did not reflect light or dazzle, but it exuded an aura of deathly stillness, coldness, and soul-corroding power. Its weight far exceeded that of a stone of the same volume, giving it an extremely strong sense of weight.

The moment the Yang Flame Blood Essence touched it, the evil treasure trembled slightly. The red light inside flickered, a layer of white frost appeared on the surface, and it emitted a very faint "sizzling" sound. The Yin evil was burned away and slowly dissipated.

Complete and complete evil treasure.

Killing a group of the lowest-ranking evil children unexpectedly yielded a complete evil treasure that is usually only found in mid-ranking evil spirits.

"Good luck...this is incredible luck!" Shi Meng's voice trembled with excitement. "Many warriors spend their entire lives killing low-level demons and might not even see a single complete treasure. Brother Wu, you just left the city and...this luck is simply heaven-defying!"

Wu Wei held the heavy, potent weapon in his hand, a slight tremor running through his heart.

It wasn't just luck.

Deep within his marrow, Shu's will stirred gently, and a barely perceptible primordial aura quietly touched the dark red threads inside the evil treasure along the meridians.

He understood instantly.

It's no coincidence.

It was the power of the primordial essence that triggered the condensed power of the remaining evil spirits, forcibly aggregating the Yin evil spirits that should have dissipated into a treasure.

Others rely on luck, he relies on his inherent qualities.

"Let's go." Wu Wei put the complete demonic treasure into his pocket, his palm still able to feel its icy, sinister aura. "Search for the Blood Claw Fang."

Shi Meng nodded hurriedly, his mind churning with excitement—with such strength and such luck, this person's future was absolutely limitless.

Meanwhile, inside Rock City.

At the crossroads, the Bone Skin Demon List trembled slightly.

Beside the yellow-lettered quest for hunting Bloodclaw Fangs that Wu Wei had torn off, a faint black and dark red stigma quietly appeared, like ink stains, clear and conspicuous.

The patrolmen guarding the post were taken aback upon seeing this, and then they were stunned.

"The notice was posted less than an hour ago... and the signs of its power have already appeared?"

"Who is this ruthless person? How can they be so fast?"

They didn't know that the evil spirits didn't come from the Bloodclaw Fangs, but from a group of evil children who had been swept away.

The Bone and Skin Ranking only recognizes malevolent energy, regardless of the individual.

Any evil spirit will manifest once it is killed.

Wu Wei and Shi Meng's figures gradually disappeared into the depths of the Western Wilderness.

The fog ahead grew thicker, the stench stronger, and an aura far more violent, ferocious, and heavy than that of the Demon Child was slowly awakening and approaching.

The Bloodclaw Fang has arrived.