Body command feeding world

As dusk completely swallowed the last rays of light, the western city wall of Rock City was plunged into a thick, inky darkness, with only a few scattered lights in the distance barely illuminating the mottled, glaring bloodstains and evil marks on the city bricks.

The cold wind was as sharp as a knife, carrying a thick, pungent aura that could instantly kill an ordinary warrior. It blew against Wu Wei's festering, blackened left shoulder wound, bringing waves of extreme pain that pierced his bone marrow and froze his soul. He couldn't help but tremble violently all over, and even his teeth were chattering.

He leaned against the cold, hard city bricks, his body utterly exhausted, even the strength to straighten his back completely depleted. His Yangyan Bone Armor shattered completely, turning into scattered golden light; his blood essence was nearly depleted, his meridians withered, his bone essence depleted, and his bones were covered with fine cracks. The high-level evil poison within his body was spreading wildly along his meridians—wherever it passed, the skin quickly turned black and rotted, the tendons stiffened like iron, and the bone marrow seemed to be frozen and cracked by millennia of ice. Every breath was accompanied by tearing pain, his vision blurred, and his consciousness was on the verge of completely sinking into darkness.

That battle just now wasn't a fight; it was a narrow escape from death, a brush with death.

The opponent was not a low-level minor demon, but a mid-to-high-level demon, Little White Child.

With its intelligence just beginning to awaken, its movements were ghostly and unpredictable, capable of passing through walls at short distances. Its claws contained a bone-corroding poison, and its concentration of yin energy far exceeded that of the Blood Claw Fang. Its vital points were extremely well concealed, making it a truly ferocious creature capable of roaming freely in the outer city, slaughtering a squad of regular warriors, and even ordinary high-level martial artists dared not confront it head-on. If Shu hadn't pointed out its only weakness—the core hidden at the base of its tongue—at the brink of death, if he hadn't risked everything to unleash that devastating spear strike, the one now reduced to black blood and rotting on the city bricks would not have been Little White Boy, but Wu Wei himself.

Wu Wei struggled to lift his heavy, leaden eyelids, his dark, cold, and sharp eyes slowly landing on the center of the city brick where the little white child had completely melted away.

A pool of dark red, viscous blood had not yet completely seeped out, and in the very center of the filth lay a crystal the size of a thumb, with regular facets, its entire body as black as ink, its interior wreathed in a dark red glow like that of a living creature, and radiating the refined and ferocious aura unique to mid-to-high-level evil spirits.

A complete and superior-grade evil treasure.

When a mid-to-high-level evil spirit dies, this treasure will inevitably drop. Its quality far surpasses that of the Blood Claw Fang and all low-level evil creatures. It is a top-tier resource that can directly nourish the marrow sea, repair bone essence, suppress deadly poisons, and support cultivators in cross-level cultivation. In the outer city, it is enough to attract rogue cultivators to fight to the death for it.

Normally, bending down to pick it up would be a simple matter of lifting a hand.

But now, he finds it extremely difficult to even lift a single finger.

Wu Wei gritted his teeth, letting out a muffled groan that was suppressed to the extreme. His right hand gripped the shaft of the black iron spear tightly, and using the spear as a fulcrum, he dragged his broken body, which was on the verge of collapsing at any moment, forward inch by inch, step by step, with trembling steps.

The festering wound on his left shoulder was violently aggravated, and dark red blood mixed with rotting flesh dripped wildly down his arm, leaving splattered spots on the gray city bricks. The mid-to-high-level evil poison suddenly erupted with the movement, a chill rushing straight to the top of his head, his vision instantly turning white, and he almost collapsed on the spot, completely unconscious on the city wall.

For him, that mere three-foot distance felt like crossing a line between life and death.

Finally, he moved to the side of the evil treasure, and with trembling hands, he stretched out his still functional right hand. As soon as his fingertips touched it, he was violently struck by the icy, bone-chilling, iron-like, and ferocious mid-to-high-level evil power, which collided with the remaining Yang Flame Blood Essence in his body, causing a hissing white vapor to rise.

This is no ordinary object; it is a deadly treasure condensed from the essence and blood of countless living beings and Yin energy. Yet, it is his only hope at this moment to prolong his life, remove the poison, rebuild his bone armor, and survive.

Wu Wei gripped the high-grade, mid-to-high-level evil treasure tightly in his palm, his knuckles turning white and veins bulging, as if he were holding his entire life in his hands.

He dared not linger for even a moment.

This is the westernmost point of the city, closest to the perilous western wilderness. The shrill scream of the little white boy before his death had already torn through the night sky, enough to attract all the evil creatures in the surrounding area.

Shadowfiend, Fiend Wolf, and even a second White Child of the same level...

Either of them could easily kill him, who is now exhausted, shattered, bloodless, and poisoned to the bone.

He knew better than anyone else that he was extremely weak at this moment. Let alone fighting again, even if it was just an ordinary low-level Shadow Fiend that pounced on him, he could only wait to be slaughtered and would surely die without any chance of turning the tide.

If we don't leave now, we'll die.

Wu Wei took a deep breath of the icy, bone-chilling air, forcibly suppressing the surging blood and qi that threatened to vomit and the frigid poison that was freezing his bone marrow. He left only a wisp of weak Yang Flame Blood Essence to protect his heart meridian, gripped the evil treasure tightly, propped himself up with his spear, and knelt down to support himself. In an almost crawling posture, he slowly straightened his body.

His movements were stiff and slow, and he was in excruciating pain. Cold sweat soaked through his clothes, which clung to the blood and filth, making them feel cold and sticky, as if he were wrapped in a shroud.

He no longer exerted any extra strength, maintaining only the bare minimum of clarity, and staggered along the city wall path, panting with each step, as he struggled to move down towards the city.

The patrolling warriors along the way saw him from afar, covered in blood, with a putrid smell on his left shoulder, his aura as weak as a flickering candle, and the remnants of a mid-to-high-level malevolent aura around him. They were so frightened that they all bowed and avoided him, shrinking into corners and not daring to make a sound, not even having the courage to look him in the eye.

Those who could kill mid-to-high-level novice children on the west city wall and still survive are beings beyond their reach.

Stumbling and falling, teetering on the brink of death, Wu Wei finally descended the city wall and stepped into the outer city streets, making his way with difficulty toward the dim, yellowish light of the Ping An Inn.

The night was deep and the streets were deserted. Occasionally, passersby would see his near-death state and flee in terror, fearing that they would be tainted by the evil poison or be entangled by the malevolent spirit.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally pushed open the wooden door of the Ping An Inn.

The one-armed boss was terrified when he saw him covered in blood, stinking and on the verge of death. He turned pale, stood up abruptly, and didn't dare to say a word.

"Do not disturb, guard the gate, no people allowed."

Wu Wei's voice was hoarse and broken, almost incoherent, each word exhausting his last bit of strength.

The shopkeeper hurriedly responded, closed the door, bolted it, and huddled behind the counter, too afraid to move.

Wu Wei, leaning on his spear, moved up to the second floor, pushed open the door to room number A in the Tianzi series, closed it behind him, and used his last bit of blood essence to set up a soundproofing and warning system. Then, he could no longer hold on and crashed heavily to the ground, leaning against the door, panting heavily. His chest heaved like a broken bellows, and every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain that tore at his soul.

The ulcer on his left shoulder had spread to half of his arm. The blackish-purple poison was hideous and terrifying. The rotting flesh was sunken and had a pungent, fishy smell. His bone marrow was frozen so cold that he almost lost consciousness, and his consciousness was fading away.

He slowly opened his right hand.

The complete high-grade evil treasure that had been extracted from the mid-to-high-level Xiaobai Tong lay quietly in his palm. It was as black and shiny as lacquer, with flowing red light and a restrained ferocity. Its heavy weight gave his mind, which was on the verge of collapse, a faint sense of calm.

Without hesitation, Wu Wei placed the evil treasure next to the festering wound, using the remaining wisps of Yang Flame to refine the evil power, suppress the poison, burn the rotten flesh, mend the bone fractures, and gradually rebuild the broken foundation of the Yang Flame Bone Armor.

The excruciating pain doubled again, I was drenched in cold sweat, and my jaw was practically clenched to pieces.

That night, he did not cultivate, did not advance in rank, and did not become stronger.

Just existing.

It only suppresses the mid-to-high-level evil poison.

It was just a matter of repairing the bone armor.

He barely escaped with his life.

The night outside the window was as dark as ink, and danger lurked everywhere.

Wu Wei leaned against the door, his face ashen, his body covered in blood, his palm tightly clutching the top-grade evil treasure he had risked his life for, as if he were holding onto the only chance of survival in this chaotic world.

He is very clear.

I am alive today only because of Shu, the gambling gun, and this high-level, guaranteed-to-explode evil treasure.

If you have no treasure today, you will die.

If another evil spirit comes today, he will surely die.

There is no such thing as luck in the animal husbandry industry.

The bone armor needs to be re-solidified and made harder.

The blood essence needs to be purer and more stable.

The marrow should fill up faster and solidify earlier.

Only in this way, when he encounters a ferocious creature like a mid-to-high-level Little White Child again, he won't have to gamble with his life, face death again, or rely on a picked-up evil treasure to prolong his life.

As night deepened, the inn fell into a deathly silence.

The faint sunlight and the malevolent power of the evil treasure intertwined within the room, supporting a figure on the verge of collapse, as it slowly and laboriously rose again in the darkness.