Body command feeding world

The morning light of Pan Shi City streamed through the window, falling on the clean wooden table and casting a soft, warm glow. Two consecutive days of quiet recuperation had allowed Shi Meng's depleted bone essence to fully recover, and his wounds had scabbed over and healed under the nourishment of the medicine, his complexion had long since returned to normal.

Wu Wei remained in a state of near-silent spiritual practice.

He didn't rush out of the city to fight, nor did he rashly attempt to break through to a higher realm. Instead, following the fundamental method taught by Shu, he circulated his Yang Flame Blood Essence and Yang Flame Bone Essence day and night, repeatedly cleansing, nourishing, and solidifying his foundation. He didn't crave explosive power for his Blood Essence, but rather sought longevity and purity; he didn't emphasize outward projection for his Bone Essence, but rather sought density and resilience. With every breath and every circulation, he meticulously honed his physical body and strength, remaining calm and composed, as steady as a rock.

In two days, he did not step out of the inn, but he silently made small but solid progress in his control, blood essence purity, and bone essence strength.

On the morning of the third day, Wu Wei finished his meditation and slowly opened his eyes. There was no surge of energy in his eyes, only a sharpness as calm as an abyss. His aura was restrained to the extreme. If he did not release it deliberately, he would be almost no different from an ordinary mortal. Only when he gripped the spear would a trace of the chilling spear intent that could burn and shatter bones be revealed.

He got up, pushed open the door, and went downstairs. Shi Meng was already waiting in the courtyard. The long sword at his waist was polished to a shine, and his bone energy aura was steady and heavy. He had returned to his peak condition.

"Brother Wu, you've finally emerged from seclusion." Shi Meng stepped forward, his tone somewhat relaxed. "I didn't dare disturb you these past two days while you were cultivating behind closed doors. Seeing that your aura has become increasingly steady, it seems your foundation has become much more solid."

Wu Wei nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across the inn's courtyard before finally settling on the one-armed proprietor behind the counter: "Rent, one month."

Without saying a word, he took out three fragments of the evil treasure and a string of heavy copper coins from his pocket and placed them on the counter. The monthly rent at Ping An Inn was not cheap, and most cultivators settled their accounts monthly. He paid in full at once because he intended to stay here for a long time and give Ya Ya a stable place to live.

The shopkeeper quickly picked up the fragments and copper coins, scanned them with his fingertips to confirm their quality, and immediately put on a respectful smile: "Don't worry, sir. The room will be available at any time within a month. I will also have my wife take good care of the young lady's diet and daily life, and there will be absolutely no problems."

Wu Wei nodded slightly and turned to walk towards the small room where Ya Ya was temporarily staying.

The little girl was sitting on the edge of the bed fiddling with a weed. When she saw him come in, she immediately smiled sweetly, rushed to his side, and grabbed his clothes tightly with her little hands: "Uncle Wu!"

"I'll take you somewhere." Wu Wei bent down and gently patted her head, his tone softening slightly but still concise.

He had already inquired through Shi Meng and found out that there was a primary school in the northeast corner of the outer city, co-sponsored by the Suppression of Evil Division. It was a school for orphans of war and children of cultivators, providing three meals a day, teaching literacy, and explaining the common sense of avoiding evil spirits. It was guarded by soldiers on a rotating basis, making it safe and quiet, and the most suitable place to settle Ya Ya. It would allow her to learn some basic skills to make a living, and it would also relieve Wu Wei of his worries, allowing him to focus on his cultivation and mission.

Shi Meng immediately understood: "Brother Wu, I'll lead the way. The Meng School isn't far from here; it'll be there in half an incense stick's time."

The three of them left the Ping An Inn and strolled slowly along the side alley. The streets of the outer city were already bustling with activity that morning; vendors set up stalls, coachmen hurried along, and warriors patrolled the streets—a vibrant scene, a stark contrast to the desolate and lifeless atmosphere outside the city. Ya Ya held Wu Wei's hand tightly, her little face full of curiosity, yet she was very well-behaved, not running around or asking any questions.

Before long, a courtyard surrounded by a low wall came into view. A wooden sign hung above the gate, which read "Anyou Mengxue" (安幼蒙学). The clear sound of children reading could be heard from inside the courtyard. Two warriors stood guard at the gate, their calm demeanor exuding a reliable sense of security.

Shi Meng stepped forward and negotiated with the guard, introducing himself as Wu Wei and mentioning his feat of slaying the Blood Claw Fang. He also handed over a fragment of a demonic treasure as his monthly fee. Upon hearing that he was a powerful expert who had slain a mid-level demonic beast, the guard dared not be negligent. He immediately bowed and led the group inside to meet the schoolteacher, where he arranged for Ya Ya's identity, food, lodging, and care.

"Uncle Wu, I'll be good." Ya Ya hugged Wu Wei's arm and whispered, her eyes showing reluctance but also great understanding.

"Rest assured, I will come to see you every day." Wu Wei whispered, then stuffed a small bag of dry food and a few coins into her hand. As he turned to leave, he paused slightly but did not look back.

A protector is not someone you carry with you at all times, but someone who provides her with security and gives you a path forward.

After settling Ya Ya in, Wu Wei's last worry was relieved, and he could finally devote himself to cultivation and mission.

"Shi Meng, go to the Suppression Division and take on a long-term mission," he said calmly.

"A long-term mission?" Shi Meng was taken aback, then realized, "Brother Wu, do you want to choose a stable, time-consuming job that you can do while cultivating?"

"Hmm." Wu Wei nodded. "Patrolling the city walls is low-risk and stable, suitable for refining bone essence and blood essence."

He no longer wanted to do short, one-off hunting missions, as the constant fighting was not conducive to establishing a solid foundation. City wall patrol was the most common long-term job in the Suppression of Evil Division, with daily subsidies. Occasionally, he would clear out low-level evil spirits climbing the city walls, but most of the time he would just patrol, meditate, and regulate his breathing. This allowed him to perform his duties while quietly honing his blood essence and bone essence, perfectly matching his current need to not advance in rank and to solidify his foundation.

The two arrived at the Bone Skin Demon List at the crossroads once again.

The patrolling guards already recognized the powerful rogue cultivator who had slain the Bloodclaw Fang, and quickly stepped forward, bowing respectfully: "Sir, are you taking on a high-level mission today?"

"Long-term, patrolling of the city walls," Wu Wei said succinctly.

The patrolman was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting such a powerful figure to choose the most ordinary and stable long-term job, but he dared not ask any questions. He immediately peeled off a long white scroll from the bone list: "Sir, this is the rotation patrol mission for the four outer city walls. It lasts for one month, with two hours of patrol each day to clear out scattered low-level evil spirits. The monthly reward is five fragments of evil spirit treasures and two hundred copper coins. You can meditate and cultivate on the city wall at any time. You are not required to guard it to death."

With a flick of his finger, Wu Wei caused the Bone Skin Demon List to tremble slightly, and a wisp of gray light entered his body, completing the binding of their auras.

This is a long-term mission, and I've officially accepted it.

There were no waves, no attention, and no boasting.

For him, this is not a compromise, but the most suitable choice for the present moment—steady, calm, slow, and practical.

One can progress slowly in attaining higher levels, but one's foundation must not be weak; one can advance slowly, but one's strength must not be superficial.

The strength of the blood, bone marrow, and ducts is never achieved overnight, but through daily tempering and refinement.

In the following days, Wu Wei's life became regular and monotonous.

Every morning, I would first go to the elementary school to check on Ya Ya. If she was safe and sound, I would then turn around and head to the city wall.

Climb the city wall, find a corner with a wide view and a refreshing breeze, sit cross-legged, and circulate the Yang Flame Blood Essence and Yang Flame Bone Essence.

Blood essence flows like a fine stream, repeatedly washing through the meridians, not seeking quantity, but rather purity, potency, stability, and control.

The bone structure is as fine as metal and stone, meticulously refining the bones again and again, not seeking thick nails, but rather firmness, toughness, weight, and cohesion;

When encountering a few sporadic evil rats, evil insects, or low-level evil shadows climbing the wall, he would get up and wipe them out with a single shot, cleanly and efficiently, without wasting any energy, and then continue meditating and cultivating.

Shi Meng patrolled with him in shifts. The two were one still and one active, one offensive and one defensive. Occasionally they would chat about what they had seen and heard in the city and common sense about cultivation. Most of the time they just silently watched over each other and cultivated their own paths.

Wu Wei never showed off or deliberately revealed his aura. He simply stood quietly on the city wall, holding his spear, like a silent spear statue.

Most of the guards, patrol teams, and powerful figures passing through the inner city treated him as just an ordinary, long-term patrolling cultivator and didn't pay much attention to him.

Unbeknownst to anyone, this seemingly ordinary figure is, in the most solid, slowest, and most steadfast way, laying the foundation for a future powerful enough to tear the heavens and earth apart.

The Yangyan Blood Essence becomes increasingly pure, viscous, and condensed, with its explosive power hidden within. When it moves, it is like the blazing sun falling from the sky.

The Yangyan Bone Essence becomes increasingly dense, heavy, and tough. The bones resonate with a metallic sound, enhancing resistance to blows, power generation, and gun control.

Within the bone marrow, the marrow sea was silently and slowly filling up. Although it was far from being able to outline the shape of the weapon, it was already accumulating power little by little, laying the most solid foundation for the future refinement of the marrow into a weapon.

Not urgent.

Don't be impatient.

Do not be greedy.

Do not act rashly.

Wu Wei had only one clear goal in mind:

First, refine the bone essence to its ultimate purity and stability, nourish the blood essence to its ultimate longevity, and fill the marrow sea to its ultimate fullness.

Once the foundation is unbreakable, one can then smoothly advance to the advanced stage of Martial Master, finalize the weapon's form, condense the marrow spear, and enter the inner city.

Step by step, shot by shot, life and death.

As the sun sets, it paints the walls of Panshi City in a golden-red hue.

Wu Wei stood atop the city wall, spear in hand. The evening breeze ruffled his robes, his figure as solitary and imposing as a mountain peak.

In the distance, the high walls of the inner city stand majestically, their lights gradually illuminating the scene, like a secret realm suspended in the sky.

He looked up, his eyes showing no urgency, only a calm and unwavering determination.

The road is long, the walls are high, there are many strong people, and the road ahead is treacherous.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

The deeper the foundation, the more stable the gun will be.

The stronger the foundation, the farther the road can go.