Body command feeding world

The morning mist in the Western Wilderness was mostly burned away by the Yang Flame, the withered grass lay flat on the ground, and the blackish-gray dust was swept into the sky by the wind. Wu Wei stood with his spear sheathed. The scorch marks and bloodstains on the black iron spear were instantly vaporized by the Yang Flame's energy, turning into wisps of white steam and dissipating, leaving the spear blade cold and shiny again. The intact demonic treasure in his arms remained as still as ever, its chilling aura enveloped by layers of Yang Flame's blood essence, neither harming the body nor hindering its use.

Shi Meng was panting heavily, his bone armor had long since faded, and his forehead was covered in sweat. His gaze towards Wu Wei was filled with nothing but awe, devoid of any other thoughts. Dozens of evil children had been swept away by a single spear thrust, and a complete evil treasure, one in ten thousand low-level evil spirits, had been unearthed. This strength and luck far exceeded his understanding of ordinary martial artists.

"Brother Wu, we shouldn't stay here any longer. The aura of the Bloodclaw Fang is getting closer and closer." Shi Meng gripped his longsword tightly, his bone essence slowly circulating within his body. "Let's find a secluded place to recuperate first, and then search for it when the yang energy is at its peak at noon. Our chances of success will be much greater then."

Wu Wei shook his head slightly, his gaze turning to the dark shadows of the dense forest deeper into the mass grave. There, the malevolent energy was thick as paste, and the stench of decay was overwhelming, more than ten times more violent than the malevolent energy of the evil child. A ferocious sense of bloodlust and savagery was approaching step by step along with the tremors of the ground.

From within his bone marrow, Shu's thoughts came clearly, devoid of emotion, yet possessing the unique precision and insight of his origin: "Blood Claw Fang, a mid-level evil spirit, its bones are as hard as refined iron, its tendons as resilient as black silk, and its blood evil spirit is hidden in the third rib of its left chest, which is its core vital point. Ordinary bone essence cultivators who try to fight it head-on will inevitably be worn down; you cultivate the Blood Marrow Bone Marrow Path, so you can first condense your own bone essence, burn its tendons and bones with Yang Flame, and then break its core with the tip of your spear, killing it in one strike."

Wu Wei's mind stirred slightly.

He had always relied on the Yang Flame Blood Essence for offense, his bones only able to withstand the strain of his physical body, and he had not yet truly condensed his own Bone Essence. He had seen the defensive power of Shi Meng's Bone Essence Armor and knew that in the future when facing even stronger evil spirits and cultivators, pure offense would not be enough to survive—blood as spear, bone as shield, marrow as core, the three as one, that is the complete form of the Blood Marrow Dao.

"Let's go back to the city first," Wu Wei suddenly said, his voice calm but leaving no room for doubt. "Exchange resources, condense bone essence, and then come back to kill it."

Shi Meng was taken aback, then realized what was going on. Wu Wei was consolidating his own strength before hunting, his composure far exceeding that of a young cultivator. He quickly nodded, "Alright! I'll listen to Brother Wu! Returning to the city now will allow us to catch the noon settlement at the treasure exchange office and exchange for the best bone-refining herbs."

The two stopped and turned to head towards Rock City. Wu Wei walked with steady steps, spear in hand. As his Yang Flame Blood Essence circulated, no evil aura could penetrate within three feet of him. The few low-level evil spirits along the way felt the scorching and domineering aura and fled in all directions, not daring to obstruct them in the slightest.

Half an hour later, the south gate of Panshi City came into view in the distance.

Upon seeing Wu Wei's figure from afar and sensing the lingering murderous aura and yang fire emanating from his spear, the guards immediately bowed and stepped aside to let him pass, omitting even the routine questioning. Warriors and martial artists already possessed privileges in this city, and someone like Wu Wei, capable of easily slaying a mid-level murderous aura expert, was someone the guards dared not provoke.

After entering the city, the two went straight to the Bone Skin Demon List at the crossroads.

At this moment, people were coming and going on the list. The guards were checking the tasks. When they saw Wu Wei coming, their eyes suddenly fell on the yellow-lettered Blood Claw Fang task. On the dark brown bone skin, a black and red mottled mark was clearly visible, like blood-red ink stains. It was the mark left after killing the evil spirit.

"My lord, have you completed the verification of the evil aura?" The patrolman stepped forward hurriedly, his tone extremely respectful. "However... the aura of this evil aura is rather mixed. It doesn't seem to be the unique ferocity of the Bloodclaw Fang, but rather the evil aura of a low-level evil child."

"I cleared it along the way," Wu Wei said calmly. "The Bloodclaw Fang, I'll pick it up later."

The patrolman was startled. The fact that a mere sweep along the way could reveal the Bone Skin Ranking indicated the sheer number and speed of the kills. He dared not ask further, quickly taking out a bronze seal and pressing it lightly on the Bone Skin Ranking's task area. A faint light flashed, and the binding information and the marks of the Bone Skin Ranking were recorded: "Your Excellency has completed verification. You may collect the bounty at any time using the final Bone Skin Core Seal."

Wu Wei nodded slightly, then turned and walked towards the treasure exchange area of ​​the Suppressing Evil Division.

The shop was dimly lit, filled with a unique aura of herbs, metal, and malevolent energy. The accountant behind the counter remained seated, toying with fragments of the malevolent treasure. Upon seeing Wu Wei enter, he immediately rose and bowed, his attitude even more respectful than yesterday: "Your return is swift, sir. Have you already slain the Bloodclaw Fang?"

"No." Wu Wei raised his hand, took out the complete evil treasure from his pocket, and gently placed it on the counter. "Exchange it for resources to condense bone essence."

The dark, icy-cold demonic treasure landed on the wooden platform with a dull thud. Dark red threads flowed slowly within, instantly releasing a chilling aura. The accountant's eyes lit up. He quickly picked up the treasure, gently probing it with his fingertip's blood essence to confirm its quality. His tone became even more respectful: "A complete mid-grade demonic treasure can be exchanged for three doses of superior bone-refining herbs, or a bone-refining cultivation technique, or half a day's passage through the inner city. Which would you choose, sir?"

"Medicinal herbs." Wu Wei didn't hesitate at all. "The most potent, purest bone-refining herbs, free from any impurities."

He didn't need ordinary cultivation techniques; the original inheritance of the Pivot was ten thousand times superior to the rudimentary Bone Essence Technique circulating in Rock City. What he wanted was pure resources that could directly nourish his bones, strengthen his Bone Essence, and not damage the Yang Flame Blood Essence attributes.

The accountant dared not delay and turned to take out three small jade bottles from under the counter. The bottles were engraved with fine talismans to suppress evil spirits and seal the medicinal energy inside: "These are Xuan Bone Ointment, Marrow Condensation Powder, and Flame Bone Liquid. When combined, they can temper bones, strengthen tendons and veins, and condense bone essence. They are specially made for warriors to break through to the martial master realm and for martial masters to strengthen their bone armor. The medicinal properties are pure yang and do not conflict with the yang flame attribute. They are top-grade bone refining resources that can be obtained in the outer city."

Wu Wei picked up a small bottle and uncorked it.

A rich, scorching medicinal aroma wafted over, utterly free of any yin or turbidity, yet subtly harmonizing with the Yang Flame Blood Essence. The Mysterious Bone Ointment was pale gold in color, its texture viscous like fat; the Condensing Marrow Powder was as white as snow, melting instantly in the mouth; and the Flame Bone Liquid was as clear as amber, containing pure fiery medicinal power, perfectly nourishing the bones without damaging the foundation of the Yang Flame.

"These are all." Wu Wei put the three bottles of medicinal herbs into his pocket, leaving the treasure on the counter.

The accountant quickly put away the evil treasure and handed over two extra packets of medicine and dry rations: "Sir, you have worked hard to slay the evil spirit. This little thing is my token of appreciation. I wish you a successful campaign and that you will soon be able to cut down the Blood Claw Fang."

Wu Wei accepted the item without hesitation and turned to leave. Shi Meng followed closely behind, deeply shocked. To exchange a complete evil treasure for top-tier bone-refining resources without even flinching—such boldness was beyond the reach of ordinary rogue cultivators.

"Brother Wu, shall we return to the inn to meditate and refine our bone essence?" Shi Meng asked.

"Okay." Wu Wei nodded. "You can rest in the outer city. We'll meet up in the Western Wilderness in two hours to hunt the Bloodclaw Fang."

"Okay!" Shi Meng replied. He knew that Wu Wei needed to cultivate alone, so he didn't disturb him and turned to walk towards the tavern to recover his strength.

Wu Wei returned to Ping An Inn alone and went straight upstairs to room number A in the Tianzi series. Ya Ya was sitting on the edge of the bed, fiddling with some weeds. Seeing him return, she immediately looked up, her eyes crinkling into crescents: "Uncle Wu's back!"

"Okay, you stay here obediently, I need to cultivate." Wu Wei patted her head, closed the door, and then used his Yang Flame Blood Essence to create a weak heat barrier on the door to prevent outsiders from disturbing her.

He sat cross-legged in the center of the bed, with the black iron spear lying across his knees. His eyes were closed, and his Yang Flame Blood Essence circulated slowly, causing a faint golden light to emanate from his body.

Deep within the bone marrow, Shu's will was fully awakened, and the power of origin flowed out like a clear spring, spreading along the spine to the entire skeleton. Every inch of periosteum, every bone suture, and every bone cell was clearly perceived and revealed in the finest detail.

"Mortals refine their bones with medicine to strengthen them and condense their vital energy with force, only to create a fragile, ineffective armor of skin and flesh. You, inheriting the original source, cultivate the Blood, Marrow, and Bone Marrow Dao, using marrow to guide your bones, blood to nourish them, and Yang Flame to forge them. Your bones will be like black iron, and your vital energy like the blazing sun—this is the Yang Flame Bone and Vital Energy Dao, impervious to evil poisons, unyielding to immense force, unassailable by all evil, and capable of withstanding all power."

Shu's voice was directly imprinted on Wu Wei's soul. It was not language, but the most intuitive cultivation method, the path of operation, and the condensation nodes, accurate to every inch of meridian, every bone, and every breath.

Wu Wei did as instructed, took out a small jade bottle, and took the Xuan Gu Gao, Ning Sui San, and Yan Gu Ye in turn.

The moment the medicine entered his body, a scorching and mellow power exploded, surging down his throat into his meridians and reaching deep into his bones. Ordinary cultivators, upon taking the medicine, would blindly guide the power to cleanse their bones, but Wu Wei, under the guidance of the master, used his bone marrow as the core source, drawing upon his Yang Flame Blood Essence to envelop the medicine and precisely temper each bone.

Skull, spine, shoulder bones, arm bones, wrist bones, finger bones, sternum, ribs, leg bones, ankle bones...

The medicinal power, like a scalding stream, washes over the surface of the bones again and again, removing impurities and strengthening their density; the Yang Flame Blood Essence, like steel forged in a raging fire, burns the bones until they are completely red, and their texture is constantly sublimated; the power of the origin, like warm jade, nourishes and repairs the subtle hidden injuries deep within the bones, allowing the bone essence to take root and sprout.

Wu Wei could clearly feel his bones gradually becoming heavier, harder, and hotter. What were originally ordinary mortal bones were now transforming into Yangyan Xuan Bones. Bone essence was growing in his bone marrow, spreading along the bone seams to the surface of his body, forming a thin, pale golden, yet indestructible bone essence membrane. It was completely different from Shi Meng's gray-black bone essence armor, possessing its own heat and sharpness, and naturally restraining evil and cold.

This is not a defensive dead armor, but a living bone element that is integrated with the gun's trajectory, combining offense and defense.

With each breath, bone essence and blood essence resonate, echoing with bone marrow, and for the first time, the three-in-one cultivation system truly takes shape.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Wu Wei opened his eyes, a flash of golden light appearing briefly within them. His aura was as steady as an abyss, and with a slight movement of his bones, a subtle, crisp sound like metal striking stone could be heard. He stood up, clenched his fist, and felt his strength surge several times over. His defense, strength, and endurance were all enhanced, his Yang Flame Blood Essence circulated more smoothly, and his spear technique became more steady and domineering.

"Walk."

He picked up Ya Ya, who was already waiting beside him, entrusted her to the innkeeper, and went out again with his gun, heading straight for the south gate.

At noon, in the chaotic burial grounds of the western wilderness.

When the yang energy is at its peak and the evil mist is thin, it is precisely the moment when the Blood Claw Fang is most relaxed.

Shi Meng had been waiting at the intersection. When he saw Wu Wei approaching, he sensed a completely different aura emanating from him—a deeper, more stable, and more domineering presence. The power of metal and stone was faintly visible between his bones, indicating that he had clearly completed his refinement and his strength had reached a new level.

"Brother Wu, it's done?" Shi Meng asked in surprise.

"Yes." Wu Wei nodded, his gaze fixed on the depths of the dense forest. "It's inside."

Before he could finish speaking, the ground suddenly trembled.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Heavy footsteps approached from afar, each step causing the ground to slightly dent and scattering dead wood and gravel. A violent, malevolent aura surged into the sky, blotting out the sun and turning the midday sunlight a dark red.

The dense forest exploded with a deafening roar.

A burly figure, over two meters tall, suddenly burst out from the trees; it was Bloodclaw Fang.

Its entire body was covered in rough, dark red skin, the texture of which resembled charred leather, yet harder than refined iron. Twisted, spiderweb-like blood-red patterns covered it, each pattern oozing a sinister, malevolent power. Its head resembled a human's, but it had no nose or ears, only a gaping maw that stretched to the base of its ears, filled with countless fine, knife-like fangs. Saliva dripped from the fangs, sizzling and corroding as it landed on the ground, instantly burning small black pits.

Its arms were exceptionally long, reaching down to its knees. Its ten fingers were spread wide, with nails half a foot long, dark black in color, and sharp as sword blades, gleaming with a poisonous chill. A thick, blood-red aura swirled around its claws—its most lethal weapon. Its legs were as thick as pillars, muscles bulging, possessing astonishing explosive power. Behind it trailed a tail whip covered in bone spurs; with a casual flick, it snapped a dead tree as thick as a bowl in half, sending splinters flying.

Its eyes were murky, dark red, devoid of any intelligence, possessing only the most primal and ferocious bloodlust. It stared intently at Wu Wei and Shi Meng, letting out a low, thunderous roar from its throat, its body churning with bloodlust that almost solidified.

This is the most ferocious, resilient, and violent of the mid-level evil spirits. In a head-on confrontation, it is enough to crush two or three ordinary martial artists.

"Watch out for its claws and tail whip!" Shi Meng roared, his bone energy erupting as his pale gray armor once more covered his body. "I'll hold it off from the front; you find an opportunity to attack its vital point on its left chest!"

He was very clear about his own position—a Bone Yuan cultivator at the Martial Master level, naturally a shield to withstand and absorb damage, while Wu Wei was a spear that could pierce through everything. Only by combining the shield and spear could they kill this ferocious beast.

Wu Wei did not speak, but slowly raised the Xuan Tie spear. The Yang Yan Blood Essence and the newly generated Yang Yan Bone Essence circulated simultaneously, and a blazing golden-red flame ignited at the tip of the spear, like the midday sun falling to earth. The scorching air wave directly forced back the surrounding blood demons.

His eyes were calm as ice, without the slightest ripple, only the focus and determination of a gunman.

Roar--!

Enraged by the presence of a living being, the Bloodclaw Fang leaped into the air, its massive body leaving a dark red afterimage as it slashed down at Shi Meng with a piercing shriek. The claws were incredibly fierce, tearing through the air and creating a whooshing sound. The bloodthirsty aura was like a knife, aimed straight at Shi Meng's face.

"Good timing!"

Instead of retreating, Shi Meng advanced, his bone armor gleaming brightly. He gripped his sword with both hands, holding it horizontally above his head. He poured all his bone essence into the sword and armor, forcefully meeting the deadly claw attack head-on.

clang--!

A deafening roar erupted as metal clashed, the sound echoing for miles around, sending sparks flying.

A terrifying force surged into Shi Meng's body through the blade. His arms went numb instantly, his bones cracked, and his legs plowed two half-foot-deep furrows into the ground. He staggered back more than ten steps before regaining his balance. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his bone armor was covered with cracks, almost crumbling.

With just one strike, he exerted all his strength.

The Bloodclaw Fang, having failed to strike, grew even more ferocious. It opened its massive maw and spewed out a mouthful of dark red malevolent mist. At the same time, its tail whip swept across like a steel whip, carrying a chilling, bloody wind, aiming for Shi Meng's waist and abdomen. Its other claw went straight for Shi Meng's heart, each move deadly and leaving no room for mercy.

Shi Meng gritted his teeth and endured, wielding his longsword with impenetrable force. He activated his bone energy to the fullest extent, and each parry caused his blood and qi to surge. His armor cracked more and more, and he was already in dire straits, barely able to hold on and completely powerless to fight back.

It's now!

Wu Wei's eyes sharpened, and with a stomp of his foot, he shot out like an arrow. With the enhancement of his Yang Flame Bone Essence, his speed increased several times over, leaving a pale golden afterimage in the air. He did not charge straight at the front, but instead used the cover of the trees and blood mist to flank the Blood Claw Fang to its right rear, precisely avoiding its line of sight and attack range.

Earth-based gun techniques employ unpredictable, agile, and precise footwork, specifically targeting the enemy's blind spots.

Completely unaware of the murderous aura behind him, the Bloodclaw Fang continued its frenzied attack on Shi Meng, wielding its claws and whipping its tail, its blood-red aura forcing Shi Meng into a retreating retreat, his armor on the verge of shattering.

Wu Wei spun lightly, his wrist flicked slightly, and the black iron spear thrust out at an extremely tricky angle. It was the most precise and deadly of the three spear techniques, the Breaking Illusion Spear.

The spear tip aimed precisely at the vital point below the third rib on the left side of Blood Claw Fang's chest—the location of the evil core, the only weak point that Shu had locked onto with the power of the source.

The Yang Flame Blood Essence and Yang Flame Bone Essence were poured into the spear tip, and the golden-red flames condensed into needles, incomparably hot, capable of breaking through all Yin Sha and hard armor.

puff--!

A soft sound rang out, without any earth-shattering noise, only the delicate sensation of the spear tip piercing the skin, tearing through the muscle, and breaking through the periosteum.

The black iron spear pierced the Blood Claw Fang's vital point with precision, and the power of Yang Flame exploded instantly, burning wildly inside its body. Blood, tendons, muscles, and demonic core were all devoured by the Yang Flame.

The Bloodclaw Fang stiffened abruptly, its frenzied movements ceasing abruptly. It looked down at the spear tip piercing through its chest, where golden-red flames were burning fiercely, sizzling against its dark red skin, and the blood patterns quickly dimmed and dissipated.

It let out a piercing roar, its voice hoarse and broken, filled with resentment and pain. Its massive body convulsed violently, its claws flailing wildly, and its tail whipping the ground, yet it could no longer move an inch.

The intense heat of the Yangyan Bone Essence surged into the spear shaft, completely destroying its evil core and origin. The Yin evil energy melted away rapidly, like ice and snow meeting fire.

Wu Wei slightly twisted his wrist, and with a gentle twist, the spear tip shattered the last trace of killing power inside the vital point.

boom!

The Bloodclaw Fang's massive body crashed to the ground, sending dust flying. Its dark red body quickly withered and melted, turning into a pool of dark brown evil water that seeped into the ground, leaving only a walnut-sized, dark red evil core covered with fine blood-like patterns, lying quietly in the dust, exuding the ferocious aura unique to mid-level evil spirits.

A single, decisive blow; clean and swift.

Shi Meng leaned on his long sword, panting heavily. He stared at the Blood Claw Fang that had fallen to the ground and turned into black liquid. He stood frozen in place, speechless for a long time.

Head-on confrontation, breaking through blind spots, a single, decisive shot...

Such marksmanship, such power, such composure—he had never seen anything like it in his life.

Wu Wei slowly drew his spear. With a burst of Yangyan Blood Essence, all the evil water on the spear evaporated, leaving no trace. He bent down and picked up the Blood Claw Fang Demon Core. It was warm to the touch, even more refined than a demonic treasure, and was the only proof to claim the bounty.

At the same time, within Rock City, the Bone Skin Demon Ranking trembled once more.

On the yellow-lettered mission notice, the black and red malevolent marks suddenly surged, transforming into a dense, blood-red imprint, crystal clear—the very ferocious aura unique to the Bloodclaw Fang. The patrolling guards were utterly stunned, repeatedly exclaiming in amazement, unaware that this mysterious powerhouse had, in just two hours, condensed his bone essence, returned to the wilderness, and slain the Bloodclaw Fang with a single spear thrust.

Wu Wei put the demon core into his bosom, stood with his gun in hand, and looked towards the distant horizon.

The Yangyan Bone Essence is complete, the Blood and Marrow Dao is initially formed, the Demonic Treasure is in hand, and the clues are gradually becoming clear.

He glanced down at the demonic core in his palm, then felt the faint resonance deep within his bone marrow, and a faint, cold smile curved his lips.

Whether it's the realm of animals, the way of heaven, evil spirits, or all living beings.

From this day forward, his bones can withstand ten thousand forces; his blood can burn away all evil; his spear can shatter the heavens.

Shi Meng slowly came to his senses, walked to Wu Wei's side, and said in a voice filled with barely suppressed excitement and awe, "Brother Wu... you won, we won!"

Wu Wei nodded slightly, his gaze calm, looking towards the direction of Panshi City.

"Return to the city and collect your reward."

As the sun set, it dyed the western wilderness golden and red, and two figures walked one after the other toward the city.

The black iron spear was slung across his shoulder, its tip still warm, its bone energy clanging, its blood energy surging, and its marrow essence profound.

Lone spear, fierce soul, take another step forward.