Body command feeding world

As the morning light just spilled over the outer city walls of Pan Shi City, a thin mist, like a veil, shrouded the continuous city walls in a pale white hue. The bluish-gray city bricks, weathered by time and ravages, were covered with black marks and pits of varying depths, and occasionally a few drought-resistant withered wormwood sprouted from the cracks, swaying gently in the morning breeze.

Wu Wei stepped onto the city wall alone.

Shi Meng took a temporary leave yesterday to handle personal matters at his residence, saying he would return to join them once he was done and would not accompany them for the time being. Wu Wei had no objection to this; traveling alone was his most comfortable state, and being alone allowed him to focus on honing his skills without being disturbed by external factors.

He was still dressed in a plain, close-fitting outfit, with a long, black iron spear slung across his shoulder. The spear had been repeatedly polished until it gleamed and cold, without a speck of dust or blemish. His footsteps landed lightly and steadily on the city bricks, without making a sound, like a fallen leaf brushing the ground. His aura was extremely restrained; if one did not look closely, he would be no different from an ordinary warrior on duty.

Today's shift is the western section of the city wall. This section of the wall is right next to the direction of the Western Wilderness Burial Ground, which is the easiest place for evil spirits to approach and attach themselves. It is also a relatively important section in the patrol mission, but it is still not considered dangerous.

Wu Wei walked slowly along the crenellations, his gaze calmly sweeping over the weeds and thin mist below the city, without the slightest relaxation or anxiety.

His purpose in this trip was not to hunt or commit violence, but simply to fulfill his patrol duties. At the same time, in this relatively stable environment, he would continue to refine his Yang Flame Blood Essence and Yang Flame Bone Essence—purifying the Blood Essence, ensuring the Bone Essence was dense, and filling the Marrow Sea. He would not take any rash steps or rush through any stage.

Reaching a corner with a wide view in the middle of the city wall, he stopped, sat cross-legged with his back against the cold city bricks, placed the black iron spear horizontally on his lap, closed his eyes, and entered a meditative state.

The Yang Flame Blood Essence flows slowly through the meridians, unhurried and gentle, like water being simmered over a low flame, repeatedly washing over the meridian walls, removing the imperceptible impurities and residual evil influences, making each strand of blood essence more intense, pure, and enduring.

The Yangyan Bone Essence sinks into the bones, forged like metal and stone, repeatedly condensing along the bone seams, periosteum, and outer layer of bone marrow, making the already hard bones even denser and heavier, and the transmission of force when exerting force is smoother, more stable, and more penetrating. Its compatibility with the force exertion of spear techniques also increases silently.

The breathing was long, even, and almost deathly still, blending into the sound of the wind on the city wall and the distant birdsong.

Time passed slowly, the thin mist gradually dissipated, and the sunlight rose, making the city bricks slightly hot.

Just as his cultivation reached its most tranquil moment, Wu Wei suddenly opened his eyes.

There was no surprise in his eyes, only a cold, sharp edge.

He didn't turn his head or get up; he simply stared calmly into the thin mist outside the left-hand rampart.

There, a faint yet chilling aura was slowly creeping up through the cracks in the city bricks.

It is not a malevolent spirit, nor a malevolent rat, nor an ordinary low-level evil spirit.

Its form is almost invisible, like a distorted, pale black shadow, without a fixed outline. Only two points of cold, eerie green light flicker in the mist. It moves silently, its aura is elusive, and it is adept at concealment, staying close to the ground, and stealth. It is even harder to detect than the Fiend Child, and its chilling power is also stronger. It is the Fiend Shadow among the low-level Fiends, known for its concealment and sneak attacks.

This evil spirit has no physical form and is difficult to capture. If ordinary warriors are not on high alert, they will often only realize it after it has gotten close to their bodies. At best, their blood and energy will be stagnant; at worst, their minds and souls will be confused. It is extremely difficult to deal with.

Wu Wei slowly stood up, gripped the shaft of the black iron spear with one hand, his fingertips resting on the golden point of force, his movements gentle and without the slightest haste.

He still didn't exert his full strength, nor did he release the scorching heat of the Yang Flame Blood Essence. He maintained the most stable state, intending to use this Shadow Demon as a "live target" to hone his bone essence power generation, blood essence control, and spear technique accuracy.

The Shadow seemed to sense the presence of the human before it. The eerie green light suddenly shone brightly, no longer concealed, and it leaped up along the city bricks like a wisp of black smoke, rushing straight at Wu Wei's face with ghostly speed. Its claw-shaped shadow blade, carrying a chilling coldness, aimed directly at his throat.

A chilling aura swept over me, making my skin slightly numb and my blood feel sluggish.

Wu Wei did not move his feet or his body, but simply lowered his wrist slightly.

There are no sweeping, sweeping strikes, no blazing waves of fire, only the simplest, most precise, and most basic point thrusts that perfectly match the power of bone essence.

The black iron spear, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, trembled slightly as it precisely aimed at the densest black shadow at the core of the evil shadow—its point of concentrated evil power and its only Achilles' heel.

The Yangyan Bone Essence vibrated gently between the arm and wrist bones, steadily transmitting its power to the spear tip without any loss; the Yangyan Blood Essence condensed only at a point the size of a needle tip, neither spreading nor exploding, seeking only precise destruction.

puff--

The sound was so faint it was barely audible.

The spear tip pierced precisely into the core of the Shadow.

The intense yet restrained power of Yang Flame exploded instantly, like ice and snow meeting a raging fire. The Shadow of Fiends let out a sharp and short screech. The invisible black shadow twisted, rolled, and melted violently. The eerie green light spot was extinguished in an instant. It did not even have time to struggle before it completely turned into a wisp of smoke and dispersed in the morning breeze.

Throughout the entire process, Wu and Wei only fired one shot.

There were no unnecessary movements, no grand gestures, and no sudden surge of energy.

Clean, efficient, precise, and composed.

He slowly withdrew his spear, leaving no trace on the tip. With a gentle scorch of his Yang Flame Blood Essence, the remaining Yin Sha Qi was completely purified.

Looking down at his wrist and arm bones, Wu Wei nodded slightly.

The last shot was executed with smooth and unobstructed bone energy transmission, steady and powerful force, and precise control of blood energy. It was both efficient and effective, proving to be the best proof of his dedication to honing his foundation over the past few days.

Although his cultivation level and strength have not increased, the solidity, control, and refinement of his combat power have quietly reached a new level.

He sat back down cross-legged, as if the minor conflict had never happened, and closed his eyes again to regulate his breathing, continuing to immerse himself in the refinement of his blood and bone essence.

The sunlight grew brighter, the thin mist dissipated, and the western wilderness below the city became clearly visible. Withered grass stretched to the horizon, and desolate tombs lined the horizon. Occasionally, the shadows of low-level evil spirits would flash by, but they dared not easily approach the city walls, a place guarded by cultivators.

Wu Wei sat atop the city wall, his figure solitary and imposing, like a silent spear sculpture.

Blood essence is warmed and nourished in the blood vessels, pure and pristine.

Bone essence condenses between the bones, dense and tight.

The marrow sea slowly filled silently, weakly yet firmly.

Not urgent.

Don't be impatient.

Do not be greedy.

Each step is steady, each shot is solid.

The low-level Shadow Demon was nothing more than an insignificant pebble on his path of cultivation.

Step over it and keep going.

The deeper the foundation, the farther the gun's trajectory.