Body command feeding world

The residual power of slaying the Rotting Fang Demon Hound had not yet dissipated when Wu Wei returned to the dilapidated wooden house in the west of the village, carrying his blood-stained wooden spear. The morning mist had already been torn open by the rising sun, leaving a golden crack. He leaned the spear against the corner of the wall, the black demon blood dripping from its tip corroding the ground, creating tiny pits. A faint black miasma rose from the ground with a hissing sound, but it instantly vanished upon touching the Yang Flame Blood Essence emanating from his body.

Wu Wei sat cross-legged on the bed, eyes closed and mind focused. Although this body was thin, it was several times stronger than the original owner's due to the nourishment of the Yang Flame Blood Essence. He circulated the remaining Blood Essence, letting it flow slowly along his meridians to cleanse the residual evil poison from the battle. At the same time, he reviewed every detail of his duel with the demonic hound—the angle of his spear thrust, the timing of his strikes, the allocation of his Blood Essence—all of which were repeatedly analyzed in his extremely calm mind, trying to find a spear rhythm that was more suitable for this body.

As one of Earth's top spear masters, he deeply understood the essence of "practice makes perfect." Even with the foundation from his past life, if it couldn't perfectly match his bloodline system and physical strength in this life, even the most exquisite spear techniques would struggle to unleash their full power. The scorching heat and domineering nature of the Yangyan Bloodline required a more forceful and direct spear thrust to bear it, and the untapped potential of this body was eagerly awaited to be explored.

Just as the blood essence flowed to the depths of the dantian, a sudden change occurred.

A faint yet ancient coolness suddenly surged from the deepest part of his dantian. This coolness was not the malevolent chill of evil, nor did it contain any corrosive intent. Instead, it carried an almost pure, primal quality, resonating strongly with the resentment that had arisen in the depths of his soul due to the ambush that had led to his demise.

Wu Wei's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly composed himself, attempting to control this sudden surge of power. But the coolness was far too strange, like an all-pervasive moisture, rapidly spreading along his meridians. Wherever it passed, the previously surging Yang Flame Blood Essence became much calmer, no longer as agitated as before. What shocked him even more was that as the coolness flowed through his bones, it brought a tingling, itchy sensation, as if something was polishing his bones, quietly making his previously fragile bones more resilient.

"Who?"

Wu Wei demanded in a deep voice, his tone as cold as the gleam of a spear tip. He abruptly opened his eyes, his pupils flashing with a fierce light, and warily scanned the empty wooden hut. His past experiences had taught him to never easily trust anything unknown, and even if this power lurking within him had not yet shown any malice, he had to find out its origin.

The chill seemed to sense his vigilance and did not continue to spread. Instead, it slowly gathered in his sea of ​​consciousness, transforming into a blurry light and shadow. The light and shadow had no specific form; it was neither a physical entity nor as ethereal as a malevolent spirit. It was surrounded by a faint aura, similar to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth but even purer.

A thought devoid of any emotion entered his mind directly, calm and undisturbed, yet carrying an undeniable certainty: "You can call me Shu."

Wu Wei's fingers tightened slightly around the wooden spear, the shaft humming softly under his grip. The light and shadow in his sea of ​​consciousness posed no threat, yet their very existence surpassed his understanding of this world. "Shu?" he repeated the name softly, his eyes growing sharper. "What are you? Why are you hidden within me?"

"I am your resentment, fused with the fragments of this world's origin." Shu's thoughts remained calm, without the slightest ripple. "Your soul transmigrated here, and the extreme resentment it carried awakened the dormant fragments of origin. The two attracted and merged with each other, and that's how I came to exist."

Wu Wei's heart was in turmoil, yet he maintained a calm facade. He could clearly sense that there was no falsehood in Shu's words—the feeling of resonating with the resentment of the soul was unmistakable, and the increasingly clear sense of origin deep within his dantian was something that ordinary evil spirits or cultivators could not possess.

"Fragment of the Origin..." Wu Wei frowned, "What is the meaning of your existence?"

"Incomplete." Shu's thoughts were concise and clear. "I am incomplete and need to find the other fragments of my origin to be restored to wholeness. As for you, you possess the Yang Flame Blood Essence, which naturally restrains evil spirits, and you have a natural affinity with the fragments of your origin, making you the best candidate to find them."

Before he finished speaking, a pure primordial power overflowed from the light and shadow of the pivot, flowing through his sea of ​​consciousness into his meridians, and finally penetrating deep into his bone marrow. Wu Wei felt an indescribable sense of clarity sweep over his entire body, and his understanding of the spear technique, which had been stuck at a bottleneck, suddenly became clear—the shortcomings he had experienced in the duel with the Fiend Dog, how to make the Yang Flame Blood Essence adhere more condensed to the spear tip, how to make the spear faster and more powerful by transmitting power through his bones—all sorts of insights surged in like a tide.

What shocked him even more was the nourishing sensation emanating from his bone marrow. The Yangyan Blood Essence and the power of origin intertwined, constantly refining his bones and tempering his bone marrow, causing his physique to improve at a visible rate. He could clearly feel his bones becoming more resilient, his bone marrow becoming more abundant, and even the circulation speed of the Yangyan Blood Essence increased several times over.

This is the gift of the Pivot—sensitivity to the origin, and the ultimate assistance in transforming bones and marrow, and elevating comprehension.

Wu Wei remained silent for a moment, the wariness in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a calmness and decisiveness unique to a gunslinger. He did not believe in fate, nor in ghosts and gods, and he would not easily trust a suddenly appearing "Origin Fusion Body". But the power boost brought by Shu was real, and the matter of "finding the fragments of the Origin" happened to coincide with his goal of becoming stronger and taking control of his own destiny.

"I don't care what kind of fragment you are, nor why you chose me," Wu Wei said slowly, his voice low and firm. "Finding the fragment and repairing you are just side things on my path to becoming stronger. What I need is enough power to stand firm in this world overrun by evil spirits, enough to tear apart all the rules that bind me with the spear in my hand."

"If you dare to harbor even the slightest scheme," he paused, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes, "I will personally crush your so-called fragment of origin to pieces, even if it means mutual destruction."

Shu did not respond. The light and shadow in his sea of ​​consciousness gradually subsided, transforming into a wisp of primordial power that merged into his dantian, coexisting with the Yangyan Blood Essence. However, Wu Wei could clearly sense that a kind of guidance had appeared in the dark—a faint sensation of the remaining fragments of primordial power, like a spark in the darkness, distant yet steadfast.

At the same time, the wooden spear in his hand suddenly trembled slightly. As if sensing the change in its master, the spear spontaneously swirled with a faint layer of Yang Flame. Wu Wei gripped the spear shaft, and the sensation from his fingertips was completely different from before. He could more clearly perceive the texture of the spear shaft, the transmission of power, and even vaguely sense that the fusion of Yang Flame Blood Essence and the spear shaft seemed to have a new possibility.

The ferocity of the Blazing Flame Spear can be further enhanced, the range of the Burning Fiend Spear can be expanded, and the precision of the Illusion-Breaking Spear can be perfected—this is the improvement in comprehension brought by the Pivot, which allows him to hone his own spear technique more quickly on the existing foundation.

Wu Wei slowly stood up, picked up his wooden spear, and walked to the door. The morning sun shone on him, and his Yang Flame Blood Essence flowed around him, shimmering with a faint golden light. He looked up at the rolling green mountains outside the village, where clouds and mist swirled, harboring not only rampant evil spirits but perhaps also the fragments of the Origin he sought.

He was a lone wolf, decisive and ruthless. This was his creed, and it never changed.

"Whether it's a fragment of the origin or a malevolent spirit," Wu Wei muttered to himself, the tip of his spear pointing diagonally at the ground, the yang flames condensing into a point of cold light at the spear tip, "Those who block my path will only die."

Shu's awakening opened a new door for him. Behind this door lay greater power, a wider world, and more unknown dangers. But for Wu Wei, danger was never an obstacle, but rather the best whetstone to sharpen his spear.

He gripped his spear tightly, his figure standing like a solitary peak in the morning light, his eyes sharp as a blade, ready to embark on his journey. Qinglu Village was merely the starting point. With the search for the fragments of the origin, and with the advancement of his spear, blood, bone marrow, and marrow paths, a storm sweeping across this world was about to be officially unleashed by the spear in his hand.