Body command feeding world

(Wishing everyone a Happy New Year in advance)

As the sun began to set, the fading sunlight, like blood, stained the western city wall of Panshi City a dark red.

As dusk fell, the chill of the western wilderness surged in like a tide, climbing up the city walls along the cracks in the brickwork. The stench in the air suddenly intensified, and even the wind on the city walls became bone-chillingly cold, feeling like countless fine needles gently pricking the skin.

Wu Wei stood alone by the battlement, his long iron spear gripped tightly in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed.

Something's off about the atmosphere today.

It was colder, more bloody, and more deathly still than usual. It wasn't the scattered, weak malevolence of the evil rats or the shadow demons, but a thick, stagnant, eerie chill carrying the stench of blood and the wailing of a child. It was as if something had crawled up from the depths of hell and was staring intently at the city through the void.

His gaze unconsciously drifted towards the distant Qinglu Village, and his heart suddenly clenched.

That memory is etched into my bones—the sky ablaze with fire, the villagers' wailing, the dilapidated houses, the limbs scattered on the ground, and that small figure dressed in a tattered white shirt, with a face as pale as paper, eyes as black as ice, and three inches long, bluish-black fingertips.

Little White Boy.

Step Sha.

Resembling a three-year-old child, it feeds on the essence and blood of mortals and warriors. Its intelligence is just beginning to awaken, and it excels at disguise, deception, and ambush. Its movements are as agile as a ghost, and it can pass through walls and disappear into the shadows over short distances. The Yin energy around its body is several times denser than that of the Shadow Demon, and its claws contain deadly poison. A scratch will cause immediate decay and chill to the bone, making it extremely difficult to kill.

Back in Qinglu Village, it was this little white creature that slaughtered all the mortals in the village. If he hadn't fought back with all his might, injuring it at the cost of serious injury and escaping, Ya Ya would have already perished in its jaws.

That was the first time he truly realized that even among low-level evil spirits, there were ferocious creatures capable of easily crushing ordinary martial artists.

And today, that feeling... has returned.

Wu Wei's muscles tensed instantly, his Yang Flame Blood Essence circulated at full speed, and his Yang Flame Bone Essence instantly covered his body. The pale golden bone armor clung tightly to his skin, its patterns like flames, as hard as black iron. This was the strongest defense he had condensed through several days of arduous training, and it was also the foundation for his survival.

He dared not relax for a moment, holding the gun across his chest, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping over every crack in the city bricks, every shadow, and every corner where the mist surged.

coming.

There was no sound of wind, no footsteps, no roars.

Only a faint, childlike sobbing sound drifted from within the city walls, elusive and seemingly both near and far, sending chills down one's spine and making one's soul tremble.

next moment--

boom!

A small white figure pierced through the thick blue brick wall and appeared within three feet of Wu Wei without warning!

It really does go through walls.

Short-distance void travel, ignoring physical obstacles.

Wu Wei's pupils suddenly contracted.

The figure was no more than three feet tall, thin as a three-year-old child, dressed in a tattered white cloth shirt, stained with dirt and dark brown bloodstains that clung to its emaciated body. Its face was deathly pale, like a bloated corpse, devoid of any color. Its pupils were pure black, without whites, pupils, or any life force, only a deathly stillness, like two bottomless pits of corpses.

The most terrifying thing about it is its hands.

The ten fingers were slender as sticks, but from the fingertips sprang three-inch-long, bluish-black claws that gleamed with a cold light. Dark red scabs and bits of flesh remained on the claw blades. The Yin energy was thick as paste, and just getting close to it caused the skin to sting, the blood to stagnate, and the bone marrow to feel a chill.

Little White Boy.

A genuine Tier Fiend, several times stronger than a Shadow Fiend, and more cunning, faster, more poisonous, and harder to kill than a Bloodclaw Fang.

It stood there quietly, its head tilted, its dark eyes staring at Wu Wei. The corners of its mouth slowly stretched into an extremely eerie arc, revealing fine, sharp teeth with bloodstains between them, and it emitted a low, childlike sneer.

Without a doubt, the ordinary people below the city walls and the common warriors patrolling the streets have long since become its food.

The overwhelming stench of blood in the air is the best proof of that.

"roar--"

The little white child stopped pretending and suddenly moved.

fast!

It was so fast that only a white afterimage remained, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, and so fast that it was three times faster than the Bloodclaw Fang's attack!

Instead of charging straight at him, it stayed close to the ground, the wall, and the shadows, instantly circling around to Wu Wei's side and rear. Its small body leaped into the air, its dark blue claws whistling as they tore through the air, aiming straight for Wu Wei's carotid artery at the back of his neck—its most proficient hunting method: biting the neck, sucking blood, and killing him with a single blow.

Insidious, ruthless, precise, and flawless.

Wu Wei felt the hairs on his back stand on end, a life-or-death crisis instantly engulfing him!

He didn't have time to turn around, so he could only twist his waist, slump his shoulders, and collapse his back, unleashing the full power of his Yangyan Bone Yuan. His pale golden bone armor swelled an inch on his back as he forcefully withstood the deadly claw!

*Sizzle!*

The dark blue claws slammed into the Yangyan Bone Armor.

A piercing sound, like the scraping of shattered glass, suddenly exploded, sending sparks flying!

Wu Wei felt a tremendous force and a chilling aura simultaneously strike his back, as if a red-hot ice pick had been driven into him. His bones instantly throbbed with pain, and three deep claw marks appeared on his Yangyan Bone Armor. The cracks spread, the golden light dimmed, and his bone essence violently vibrated, almost shattering on the spot!

"Well!"

He groaned, staggered forward, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.

With just one strike, his Yangyan Bone Armor, which he had painstakingly cultivated for several days, was on the verge of shattering!

The little white tortoise survived the initial attack, its figure flashing once more, passing through walls, disappearing into shadows, and shifting positions, appearing and disappearing like a ghost, giving Wu Wei no chance to aim, gather strength, or fire his spear. Its speed was too fast, its movements too unpredictable, its malevolent energy too strong, and its venom too potent. Once scratched, it would immediately invade the body with its malevolent poison, causing skin ulceration, bone marrow chill, and a sharp drop in combat power, ultimately reducing the tortoise to a mere source of blood and essence.

Wu Wei wielded his spear wildly, unleashing waves of fiery energy from the Burning Fiend Spear, but each strike missed its mark.

The little white creature was like a leech, flashing, weaving, attacking, scratching, and biting all over him.

Sizzle—sizzle—sizzle—

With each claw strike, another crack appeared in the Yangyan Bone Armor. The golden light grew fainter and the bone essence weakened. The back, shoulders, and arms were successively struck by the claw wind. Although the skin was not broken, the cold and evil poison seeped into the body through the cracks in the bone armor. Wherever it passed, the skin became numb, the tendons and veins became stiff and cold, and the bone marrow was pierced by ice picks.

His breathing became increasingly rapid, his blood and qi surged, and his Yang Flame Blood Essence was suppressed by the evil poison, causing its circulation to become sluggish. His speed, power, and accuracy in striking the spear were all rapidly declining.

My vision started to darken.

The surrounding area was filled with a surging tide of malevolent energy, almost engulfing him.

This is not a battle.

This is crushing.

It's hunting.

The Little White Boy's intelligence, agility, poison, and ability to pass through walls completely counter his current strength, making him ten times harder to kill and ten times more dangerous than the Blood Claw Fang that is rampaging head-on!

Wu Wei could even be certain—

If another ferocious beast were to appear at this moment, whether it be a Shadow Beast, a Fiend Wolf, or even just an ordinary Fiend Child, he would surely die today without any chance of survival.

He had been driven to the brink of despair. His bone armor was about to shatter, his blood essence was about to dry up, and the evil poison was invading his marrow. If he dragged this out any longer, in less than ten breaths, the little white boy would break his neck, drain his life essence, and leave him without a complete corpse.

At that critical moment, when life and death hung in the balance and the bone armor was about to shatter completely—

Deep within his marrow, Shu's will suddenly erupted, and a cold, clear, and undeniable message was directly imprinted on the deepest part of his soul:

[The White Child's Killing Core is hidden beneath the root of the tongue; it is the core of Yin energy and the sole vital point.]

If the bone armor shatters, blood will serve as defense; a single stab with the spear tip will leave no way out.

Under the root of the tongue!

The Mingmen point is not in the chest, not in the Dantian, not on the top of the head, but in—the mouth! The bottom of the tongue!

Wu Wei's pupils suddenly brightened, as if he had grasped at the last straw in boundless darkness.

He stopped defending, stopped dodging, and stopped holding back. His nearly shattered Yangyan Bone Armor suddenly unleashed its last bit of power, forcefully withstanding the oncoming claw strike from Xiaobai Tong!

Click—!

The pale golden bone armor shattered completely, dissipating into countless specks of light!

The dark blue claws gripped Wu Wei's left shoulder, tearing through flesh and bone in an instant!

The deadly poison surged into his body like a tidal wave. The skin on his left shoulder turned black, ulcerated, and oozed pus at a visible speed. The bone-chilling poison rushed straight to his bone marrow, causing him to convulse all over in pain and almost faint on the spot.

It's now!

Wu Wei roared, pouring all the remaining Yang Flame Blood Essence, Bone Essence Residual Power, and all his essence, energy, and spirit into the tip of his spear!

He neither dodged, nor evaded, nor retreated. Facing the little white boy's attack, he suddenly lowered his head, leaned forward, opened his mouth, and fired his gun!

The Insight-Dispelling Spear!

Extreme speed, lightning fast, godlike precision!

The black iron spear did not pierce the body or the head, but instead pierced straight into the little white child's open, roaring, and baring mouth, penetrating the root of the tongue and striking the tiny evil core hidden deep inside, where the yin energy was most concentrated!

"grumble--!!!"

A shrill, piercing scream, neither human nor malevolent, instantly tore through the twilight on the city wall!

The little white child convulsed violently, its small body arching, and a final trace of fear and resentment burst forth in its dark eyes. Its bluish-black claws frantically scratched at Wu Wei's arms and chest, but could no longer budge it an inch.

The Yang Flame Blood Essence surged wildly into the spear tip, burning away the Yin Sha, shattering the Sha Core, and purifying the deadly poison!

One shot, through the throat, through the tongue, shattering the core!

Wu Wei used his last bit of strength to pull out his gun with a sudden jerk!

puff--

Blood, stagnant water, bits of flesh, and black slurry gushed out simultaneously, drenching his body and face with a pungent, fishy stench and a bone-chilling cold.

The little white child's small body froze in mid-air, then collapsed softly to the ground. His tattered white shirt was stained with black and red filth, which dried, turned black, and melted at a visible speed, eventually turning into a pool of foul-smelling black blood that seeped into the cracks of the city bricks, leaving only a wisp of thick, lingering malevolent energy that slowly dissipated.

died.

He finally died.

Wu Wei staggered back several steps, his back slamming heavily against the cold city bricks before he slid to the ground.

He gasped for breath, violently, as if suffocating. Each breath pulled at his broken tendons and festering skin. The wound on his left shoulder was black and rotting, and the evil poison was still spreading. His bone marrow was pierced by a thousand needles with cold pain. His Yangyan Bone Armor was completely shattered. His blood essence was depleted, his bone essence was exhausted, and he was completely powerless. He even lost the strength to lift his hand and grasp the spear.

My vision was blurred, my ears were ringing, and my body was covered in a mixture of cold sweat and blood, which was icy cold.

He looked down at his festering, blackened left shoulder, at the black blood on the ground, at his crumbling body and depleted cultivation, his heart pounding wildly.

That was too dangerous.

That was really dangerous.

He was just a moment away from becoming food for the little white boy, dying on this city wall, unknown to anyone, his body never to be found.

Shu reminded him that half a breath later, he was already a corpse.

Little White Boy's combat power far surpasses that of Blood Claw Fang. His cunning, speed, poison, ability to pass through walls, intelligence, and ability to conceal his vital points are all enough to kill an ordinary martial artist on the spot.

Wu and Wei were very clear about this—

He won that battle, but it was a Pyrrhic victory, a near-victory, a fight for survival.

Let alone another White Child of the same level, even if it were just an ordinary Shadow Fiend or a Fiend Wolf, he would have no power to resist at this moment and could only wait to be slaughtered, certain to die.

Dusk completely enveloped the city walls, and a cold wind blew by, carrying a strong stench of blood.

Wu Wei leaned against the city bricks, slowly closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and used the last bit of Yang Flame Blood Essence to forcefully suppress the spreading evil poison in his body, repair his ulcerated skin, and stabilize his bone marrow on the verge of collapse.

The black iron spear rested across his knees, its tip still dripping with dark red blood and evil fluid.

He survived.

But I also truly understand—

The dangers in the animal husbandry industry are far greater than what he has seen.

Even among the lower ranks, there are those who face death.

His journey is far from over, and he can afford to relax even for a moment.