Body command feeding world

The setting sun cast long, dark shadows on the withered trees of the western wilderness, and the evening breeze stirred up dust from the ground, carrying a faint, fishy smell. Wu Wei walked ahead, spear in hand, the black iron spear slung across his shoulder, its tip still warm. Newly generated Yang Flame Bone Essence flowed quietly between his bones, and each step he took was as steady as a bell, with a faint aura of metal and stone emanating from it.

Shi Meng followed closely behind, leaning on his longsword. His chest still rose and fell slightly. He had just withstood the heavy blow from the Blood Claw Fang, which had depleted most of his bone essence, but he could not hide the excitement on his face. Being able to follow Wu Wei in slaying the ferocious Fang and survive unscathed was a real achievement and source of confidence for a rogue cultivator like him who made a living outside the city all year round.

"Brother Wu, this time, after handing in the Bloodclaw Fang's core, we can get a complete evil treasure plus three bottles of high-grade healing medicine, which should be enough for us to last for a while." Shi Meng said as he walked, his tone full of confidence. "With you here, we won't be afraid of taking on mid-level missions in the future. We can easily handle the jobs that ordinary rogue cultivators wouldn't even dare to dream of."

Wu Wei nodded slightly, saying nothing more. He lightly touched the demonic core in his arms with his fingertips. The warm and condensed demonic power emanated through his clothes, subtly repelling the Yang Flame Blood Essence within his body. He could vaguely sense a weak yet exceptionally clear pulling force deep within the inner city, as if something was calling to his bone marrow, but his cultivation level was not high enough to explore it.

The two walked in silence until the sun had completely sunk below the horizon, when they finally arrived at the south gate of Rock City.

The city gate guards spotted the two figures from afar, and especially sensed the fierce and yang-like aura emanating from Wu Wei, who had just slain a mid-level evil spirit. They immediately straightened their postures and bowed respectfully, not daring to reveal even a hint of their own aura. Warriors and martial arts masters already enjoyed privileges, and a powerful individual capable of single-handedly killing a Bloodclaw Fang was, in the eyes of the guards, an existence not to be trifled with.

After entering the city, the lights on the main street lit up one by one, the lanterns swaying and casting dim light on the bluestone pavement. Pedestrians still came in large numbers, the shouts of vendors packing up their stalls, the laughter and curses coming from the taverns, and the hammering of blacksmiths finishing their work all mingled together, a rare sense of peace hidden in the hustle and bustle of the world.

Wu Wei and Shi Meng walked straight to the Bone Skin Demon List at the crossroads.

At this moment, many independent cultivators and warriors still lingered below the list, watching intently. When they saw Wu Wei approaching, many instinctively took a few steps back, their eyes filled with awe. The news from the patrolling guards had already spread that this young man with a spear had, in just half a day, first vanquished the Fiend Child Qun, then slain the Blood Claw Fang, leaving the list a sea of ​​crimson. His speed and strength were unprecedented in the outer city for nearly half a year.

Wu Wei walked up to the Bone Skin Demon List and lightly touched the yellow-lettered mission with his fingertip.

The dark brown bone-like skin trembled slightly, and the black and red intertwined evil marks were as thick as blood, almost soaking the entire notice. The unique ferocious aura of the Bloodclaw Fang was overwhelming, clear and undeniable. The guard guarding the notice quickly stepped forward, gently pressed the bronze seal, and a flash of light appeared. The task status immediately changed to pending verification and reward collection.

"My lord, please follow me to the treasure exchange office to verify the evil core and collect the reward." The patrolman spoke respectfully, bowing slightly as he led the way.

Wu Wei nodded, and together with Shi Meng, they turned and walked towards the treasure exchange area of ​​the Zhensha Division on the side.

I had only taken two steps when a piercing sneer suddenly came from the side, filled with undisguised contempt and arrogance.

"A rogue cultivator is just a rogue cultivator. Is killing a Bloodclaw Fang worth all this fuss? They've never seen anything like it."

Her voice was high-pitched and arrogant, carrying the unique sense of superiority of a disciple of a sect.

Wu Wei paused, then slowly turned his head.

Three young men dressed in matching brocade robes stood not far away. Their robes were embroidered with cloud patterns and sword-shaped emblems, and the swords at their waists were gleaming. Their auras were refined and steady, and they were at least at the mid-level of the Martial Master realm. The pale-faced young man in the lead had an unfathomable aura, and his blood essence was like mist around him. There were faint phantom images of objects floating behind him, indicating that his realm was far beyond that of an ordinary Martial Master.

Their eyes swept over Wu Wei's coarse cloth clothes and old black iron spear, then glanced at Shi Meng, who was dressed simply and covered in wounds, and their disdain deepened.

"Senior brother, look at them. This is probably their first time killing a mid-level evil spirit. They even have to work together. It's laughable." The disciple on the left sneered, his gaze unabashedly falling on Wu Wei. "They dare to brandish a broken spear. It's probably not even as good as the swords of us outer disciples."

"You country bumpkins, you're lucky to even be alive. You dare to steal our missions? Don't you even know if you're worthy?" The disciple on the right chimed in, his tone full of provocation.

Shi Meng's face flushed red instantly, and he was about to step forward to argue when Wu Wei gently pressed his shoulder down.

Wu Wei's fingertips moved with steady force, a calm yet irresistible power pressing him to the spot. Shi Meng was startled, looking at Wu Wei's profile. He saw that Wu Wei's face was cold, his eyes calm and unwavering, without anger or anxiety, only an unfathomable indifference, as if the provocation before him was nothing more than the buzzing of a mosquito.

"Shi Meng," Wu Wei said, his voice low and cold, "What is the Inner City?"

He ignored the provocative sect disciple and instead directly inquired about information about the inner city. This disregard was even more embarrassing for the other party than taking action on the spot.

Shi Meng took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. He knew that Wu Wei didn't want to break the rules by having a private fight at the city gate, and he didn't want to be distracted by a few barking dogs. So he immediately lowered his voice and quickly explained:

"Brother Wu, the inner city is not a place that we rogue cultivators can enter at will. Everyone living inside is either rich or noble—disciples stationed by major sects, heads of merchant guilds, military officers of the Suppression Division, and high-ranking rogue cultivator leaders. The lowest level is high-level Martial Master, and above that are... experts who have condensed marrow weapons."

"A condensed marrow artifact?" Wu Wei raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Yes." Shi Meng nodded, his tone filled with awe. "At the peak of the Martial Master realm, one uses bone marrow as the foundation, blood essence as the guide, and bone essence as the framework to condense one's own natal weapon, which is called a marrow weapon. That is the true mark of entering the ranks of the strong. Almost every person in power in the inner city has one. With our current strength, we are considered someone in the outer city, but once we enter the inner city, we are not even worthy of carrying shoes for others."

He paused, then added, "Moreover, the main headquarters of the Suppressing Evil Division in the inner city is where group missions, high-level secret realm missions, and missions to hunt high-level evil spirits are issued. The rewards are all top-grade evil treasures, complete cultivation techniques, marrow weapon materials, and permanent residency in the inner city, which are incomparable to these small-scale operations in the outer city. However, those missions have extremely high thresholds, requiring at least a high-level martial artist, the backing of a sect, or a team of three or more to register. Right now... we simply can't go there, we might not even be able to enter the inner city gates."

Wu Wei understood.

The outer city is a place for survival, while the inner city is a place for power and true opportunities; the outer city is for low- to mid-level missions, while the inner city is for high-level and group missions; the outer city is for warriors and ordinary martial artists, while the inner city is for high-level martial artists and powerful individuals who have condensed marrow weapons.

The boundaries were strict, like an insurmountable chasm separating them.

The marrow artifact is the path he must take—the only righteous way to enter the inner city, accept high-level missions, exchange for top-tier resources, protect Ya Ya, and gradually become stronger.

Just then, the sect youth who was in charge was completely ignored, his face darkened, and a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes: "Humble rogue cultivator, are you done asking? If you're done, get the hell out of here. Do you think you can just mess around with the missions in the outer city?"

He took a step forward, and the aura of a high-level martial artist suddenly erupted. His blood essence surged like a tide, and a short sword phantom faintly appeared behind him, which was a sign of a half-formed marrow weapon. His pressure swept over and pressed down hard on Wu Wei and Shi Meng.

Seeing this, the surrounding rogue cultivators all retreated and avoided the conflict, not daring to get involved in the clash between sect disciples and rogue cultivators. In Rock City, sect disciples have always been high and mighty, and rogue cultivators simply dare not confront them.

Shi Meng's face turned pale. He barely managed to circulate his bone energy, but he was overwhelmed by the opponent's pressure and could not breathe. He took a half step back repeatedly.

Wu Wei remained standing in the same spot, motionless.

The Yangyan Bone Essence within his body trembled slightly, a pale golden halo flashing beneath his skin. The overwhelming pressure, like striking red-hot iron, was instantly shattered and dissolved. He slowly raised his eyes, his cold gaze fixed on the leading youth, devoid of any emotion, yet sending a chill down the other's spine.

"Tasks are accepted based on ability, not on words."

Wu Wei's voice was calm, yet it carried clearly throughout the entire venue; every word was as cold and hard as a gun.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped looking at the sect disciples and turned to leave. He lightly tapped the ground with his Xuan Tie spear, and the Yang Yan Blood Essence quietly seeped into the ground along the spear tip. A scorching and domineering aura exploded instantly, forcing the three sect disciples to retreat repeatedly. A layer of light frost and scorch marks even appeared on the stone slabs under their feet.

With just one shot to the ground, he shattered the opponent's oppressive aura, revealing a hidden strength.

The young man in the lead changed his expression drastically, both shocked and furious. However, upon sensing the Yang Flame aura that suppressed all Yin energy and blood essence, he inexplicably dared not step forward. He could sense that this seemingly ordinary young man with a gun was far more terrifying than he appeared, and if they were to fight, he might not come out on top.

"You just wait!" the young man gritted his teeth, only able to utter a harsh threat, "The missions in this area will eventually belong to our Qingyun Sect. You rogue cultivators are not worthy!"

Wu Wei continued walking, as if he hadn't heard.

Shi Meng quickly followed, feeling both relieved and frightened. He whispered, "Brother Wu, that was too dangerous. Those were people from the Qingyun Sect. They have a presence in the inner city and are backed by experts with marrow-condensing artifacts. We really can't go head-to-head with them."

"It's alright," Wu Wei said calmly. "Anyone who blocks my way will be cut down with my spear."

These five simple words carried an undeniable air of ruthlessness and isolation. Shi Meng was startled and said no more, simply following silently.

The two entered the Treasure Exchange Office of the Suppression Department, where the accountant was already waiting with a respectful smile on his face. Wu Wei took out the Blood Claw Fang's demon core and placed it on the counter. The black and red demon core was round and condensed, and its fierce aura was clearly discernible. It was the most standard mid-level demon core seal.

After carefully verifying the contents, the accountant immediately took out a complete magical treasure, three bottles of high-grade healing medicine, and two bags of dry rations and handed them to Wu Wei: "Sir, the reward has been verified and is correct. This is your reward. If you wish to take on higher-level missions in the future, you can report to the main headquarters in the inner city. However, the main headquarters has extremely high requirements, requiring a high-level martial artist or above, and the potential or aptitude to condense marrow artifacts."

Wu Wei put the magical treasure and medicinal herbs into his pocket, and looked through the window towards the towering, brightly lit inner city wall in the distance.

The towering, dark blue wall stood like an insurmountable chasm, dividing the city in two. Outside the wall lay the outer city, a place of hardship and struggle for survival among rogue cultivators; inside the wall was the inner city, a place where power was concentrated, strong individuals abounded, and high-level opportunities and treasures were hidden.

Experts who refine marrow artifacts, sect forces, group quests, advanced secret realms, top-grade evil treasures, the path of cultivation...

The true core of everything lies behind that door.

Wu Wei gripped the black iron spear tightly, his Yang Flame Blood Essence and Yang Flame Bone Essence resonating simultaneously. A strong thought rose in his heart—he must break through to the high-level Martial Master as soon as possible, he must condense his own marrow weapon, and he must step into that inner city.

He can't get in yet; he's not strong enough.

But he won't have to wait long.

"Let's go back to the inn." Wu Wei turned around, his voice calm but firm.

Shi Meng quickly followed, and the two walked out of the exchange point and disappeared into the crowds and lights of the main street.

Behind him, the Qingyun Sect disciples remained standing in place, their faces grim as they stared at Wu Wei's back, their eyes flashing with resentment.

On the high walls of the inner city, a dark figure stood silently, his gaze piercing through the night, landing on the lone figure carrying a gun. His fingertips lightly tapped the city wall, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

The winds of Rock City have begun to change.

The rogue cultivators of the outer city will eventually break through the Heavenly Gate of the inner city.