Body command feeding world

Night fell over the eaves of Rock City, and the lanterns on the main street flickered, casting long and short shadows of pedestrians. Wu Wei led the way, spear in hand, his steps as steady as ever. His Yangyan Bone Yuan energy was contained within his bones, leaving only a chilling spear intent, not revealing a trace of extraneous energy. Shi Meng followed beside him, his injuries still unhealed, yet he still forced himself to be alert, vigilantly scanning the surroundings, fearing that Qingyun Sect disciples might secretly sabotage him.

"Brother Wu, those Qingyun Sect members are arrogant and bully others. Let's go back to the inn tonight and try not to go out. Let's rest and recover before making any plans," Shi Meng advised in a low voice, his tone tinged with worry. "They have deep roots in the inner city. If we really break off relations, we'll inevitably suffer in the outer city. Let's be patient for now."

Wu Wei nodded slightly, his voice calm: "They're still far away."

A seemingly casual remark, yet it conceals absolute confidence.

To him at this moment, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect were nothing more than noisy passersby on the roadside, posing neither a fatal threat nor an obstacle to his cultivation path. There was no need to waste his energy on them. His only focus right now was his cultivation realm, his bone essence, his blood essence, and the step he had to take—refining his marrow and transforming it into a weapon.

The two remained silent the entire way and soon returned to the Ping An Inn.

The one-armed shopkeeper sat behind the counter, wiping an old knife. Seeing Wu Wei return, he quickly stood up and nodded in greeting. His gaze swept over the lingering murderous aura on Wu Wei, and his heart grew even more respectful. Ya Ya had already been arranged to sleep peacefully in the small room next door. The room was warmly lit, and the hustle and bustle of the outer city was nowhere to be heard. It was a rare place of tranquility in this chaotic world.

"Shi Meng, you rest here too. We'll discuss the next steps of the mission tomorrow," Wu Wei said, handing over a bottle of high-grade wound medicine he had received that day. "Heal your wounds."

Shi Meng was taken aback, then quickly waved his hand: "Brother Wu, this is unacceptable. This is the bounty you paid for with the life of Blood Claw Fang, I cannot accept it..."

"You deserve to take the damage," Wu Wei said, leaving no room for refusal. He placed the medicine bottle directly in his hand. "You need to conserve your strength for later use."

Holding the warm jade bottle, Shi Meng felt a warmth in his heart. He no longer refused and nodded emphatically, "Thank you, Brother Wu! I will definitely recover from my injuries as soon as possible. Next mission, I will be at the forefront and will never hold you back!"

Wu Wei said no more, turned around and went upstairs to the second floor. He pushed open the door to room number A in the Tianzi series, closed the door behind him, and then used a wisp of Yangyan Blood Essence to set up a simple soundproof barrier to isolate the sounds from inside and outside.

The room was extremely quiet, with only the faint flickering of the lamplight.

He walked to the bedside, sat cross-legged, placed the black iron spear across his knees, closed his eyes, and focused his mind into his body, directly communicating with the existence deep within his bone marrow.

"pivot."

He called out softly in his heart, his voice calm and undisturbed.

The next moment, a cool, ancient, and emotionless thought slowly awakened from the deepest part of his spine, like a glacier that had slumbered for millennia quietly melting, gently touching his mind. There were no superfluous words, only a pure resonance of thoughts, a connection unique to Wu Wei and Shu.

Wu and Wei didn't beat around the bush; they directly stated their question:

"Refining Marrow and Transforming Weapons: Steps and Risks."

He wanted the most straightforward, fundamental, and unadorned answer—the statement Shi Meng made was merely a rudimentary common sense circulating among cultivators in this world, while the original memory of the Pivot was the core that truly touched upon the essence of cultivation.

Deep within his bones, a subtle thought stirred, and a clear, precise, and well-structured message was directly imprinted into Wu Wei's soul. It was silent, yet more profound than any words:

Refining marrow and transforming weapons is a three-step process and the only righteous path for Martial Masters to reach the peak and enter a higher realm.

Step 1: Fill the marrow sea.

With bone essence as the foundation and blood essence as the guide, the bone marrow is cleansed day and night, transforming the entire body's bone marrow into a "sea of ​​marrow," allowing the marrow power to be abundant, condensed, and capable of both external release and internal containment, until the bone marrow, blood essence, and bone essence completely resonate and become inseparable. This foundational step determines the strength of the marrow organs.

Step 2: Determine the shape of the vessel.

Based on one's own cultivation path, natal weapon, and fighting style, one outlines the shape of the weapon in the sea of ​​marrow—sword, knife, spear, armor, shield, bead, silk, etc. The shape is determined by the mind and cannot be forced. Once the shape is set, it is difficult to change for life. The more closely the shape fits the individual, the stronger the power and the weaker the backlash.

Step 3: Condensing marrow into a vessel.

By drawing upon the essence of blood, bones, and marrow throughout the body and concentrating it at a single point, using the power of the evil treasure as fuel and the primordial energy as fire, the body is repeatedly forged, compressed, and condensed, transforming the formless sea of ​​marrow into a tangible natal marrow artifact. The moment it is completed, the marrow artifact becomes completely bound to the soul, bone marrow, and physical body, achieving perfect unity between man and artifact, resulting in a surge in combat power.

There are three risks:

I. Collapse of the marrow sea.

Insufficient marrow strength, reversed blood flow, and unstable bone essence can all lead to the collapse of the marrow sea, withering of bone marrow, complete loss of cultivation, and becoming a cripple with no possibility of cultivation for the rest of one's life.

II. Backlash from the Form of the Vessel.

If the shape of the artifact is incompatible with one's own path, forcibly condensing it will result in a backlash from the marrow artifact. At best, it will damage the soul and cause a drastic change in temperament; at worst, it will cause the physical body to explode and the soul to be scattered.

Third, the evil force invades the marrow.

The condensation process requires the power of the evil treasure. The evil power is sinister and malevolent. If it cannot be suppressed, it will invade the marrow sea, pollute the origin, and turn into a monster that is half human and half evil, which will be jointly eliminated by the Heavenly Dao and the Suppression Department.

After the information was transmitted, Shu's consciousness returned to silence, leaving only a faint trace of its original aura, quietly dormant deep within its marrow, neither interfering, dominating, nor overstepping its boundaries, only providing the most fundamental guidance when Wu and Wei needed it.

Wu Wei slowly opened his eyes, a fleeting glint of light flashing in them.

He memorized the entire process and the three major risks word for word, repeatedly deducing, verifying, and sorting them out.

What Shi Meng said was true. Refining marrow and transforming into weapons is indeed the only threshold for cultivators in this world to become powerful. It is the only way to enter the inner city, accept high-level missions, and obtain top-level resources. There is no shortcut and it cannot be bypassed.

His path was already predetermined.

Blood is the blade, bone is the armor, marrow is the core, and the spear is the way.

His weapon could not be a sword, a knife, or a pearl or jade; it could only be a spear.

A spear that is completely integrated with him, his Yangyan Blood Essence, Yangyan Bone Essence, and Earth Spear Techniques—the Yangyan Marrow Spear.

Having figured this out, Wu Wei was no longer confused. A resolute, iron-like flame gradually ignited in his originally calm eyes.

He raised his hand and gently grasped the black iron spear on his knee.

The gun was cold to the touch and had a heavy, solid feel. It had accompanied him from Qinglu Village all the way to Panshi City, slaying the Demon Child, destroying the Blood Claw, breaking through the oppressive aura, and establishing his reputation. It was no longer just ordinary iron, but the foundation of his existence in the world of beasts, his path, his life, and everything he had.

"The first step is to fill the marrow sea."

"Nourish the marrow with Yangyan Blood Essence, solidify the marrow with Yangyan Bone Essence, and replenish the marrow with the power of the Killing Treasure."

"The second step is to define the weapon as a spear, using the principles of spear techniques to penetrate the marrow, and using the power of the marrow to forge the spear."

"The third step is to condense the marrow into a weapon, forge the natal Yang Flame Marrow Spear, and become one with the spear. Step into the high-level Martial Master, enter the inner city, accept high-level missions, seek stronger resources, protect Ya Ya, and step by step, reach the highest point."

Wu Wei set his cultivation goal in his heart, word by word.

There are no grand pronouncements, no unrealistic fantasies, only clear, cold, practical, and executable paths.

His goals were never grand or vague—

First, stabilize at the peak of the Warrior Realm, then replenish the marrow sea, then solidify the bone essence, then condense the marrow weapon, then enter the inner city, then slay even stronger evil spirits, and then seize even greater opportunities.

One step at a time, one shot at a life or death.

As night deepened outside the window, Rock City fell silent. The hustle and bustle of the outer city subsided, while the lights of the inner city still hung high, like distant stars.

The arrogance of the Qingyun Sect, the strictness of the inner city, the threshold of the marrow weapon, the allure of high-level missions, the cruelty of the breeding world... all the pressures transformed into the most steady driving force, sinking into his bones and integrating into his spear technique.

Wu Wei closed his eyes, stopped thinking, and directly circulated the Yang Flame Blood Essence and Yang Flame Bone Essence. Following the original method taught by Shu, he slowly cleansed his bone marrow, filling his marrow sea bit by bit and solidifying his foundation.

The lamplight flickered, illuminating his tall, spear-like figure.

The only sounds in the room were long, steady, almost deathly quiet breathing, and the subtle yet firm flow of marrow energy deep within the bones.

Tonight, there will be no war, no strife, and no disturbance.

Only one armed traveler, in a chaotic and isolated island, silently forges his bones, nourishes his marrow, calms his mind, and establishes his path.

Tomorrow's mission, the evil spirits of the wilderness, the Heavenly Gate of the inner city, and the world beyond—all officially begin with this night of quiet cultivation.