Body command feeding world

The room was dimly lit and lacked warmth, with a lingering stench of blood and decay still permeating the air.

Wu Wei leaned against the door, utterly exhausted. The festering, blackened wound on his left shoulder still throbbed with pain. Although the malevolent poison left by the mid-to-high-level Little White Child had been temporarily suppressed, it still lurked within his meridians and bone marrow. If he became angry or if his blood essence circulated too quickly, it would return with a chilling force.

He held the complete high-grade evil treasure that had fallen from the mid-to-high-level Little White Child tightly in his palm. The black and shiny crystal was slightly hot, and dark red threads inside slowly flowed. He carefully drew out a trace of pure and violent evil power, wrapped it with Yang Flame Blood Essence and refined it, and let it seep into his bones and meridians little by little to repair the broken bone essence and re-condense the shattered Yang Flame Bone Armor.

Every drop of medicinal power was absorbed, accompanied by a needle-like pain, but he remained expressionless, simply closing his eyes and concentrating, his breathing so steady it was almost deathly still, allowing the bone armor to slowly reshape his body, the pale golden light rising, condensing, and strengthening beneath his skin.

This time, the reconstituted bone armor is denser, tougher, and more solid than before. There is a faint layer of anti-evil patterns on the surface, which is the life-saving toughness that was forced out after being repeatedly eroded by the Little White Child's deadly poison.

Just as the power of the evil treasure was continuously nourishing the bone marrow and about to complete a round of repair—

Deep within his long-dormant marrow, Shu's thoughts suddenly trembled slightly.

It was neither a normal warning nor a fatal reminder during battle, but a faint fluctuation that was almost like a daze, a brokenness, forcibly prying open a crack in the ancient slumber.

Like a layer of ice that had been sealed away for countless years, the aura of this top-grade evil treasure gently broke open a barely perceptible crack.

Wu Wei paused slightly, subconsciously stopping his breathing exercises and waiting quietly in his heart.

He had lived in symbiosis with Shu for a long time and knew that the spear spirit never made any unnecessary movements. Every unusual movement was related to life and death, to the origin, and to the truth he did not know about this path of cultivation.

A moment later, a fragmented, discontinuous thought, imbued with ancient vicissitudes, emerged with great difficulty from the depths of the core. Vague and incomplete, carrying a strong sense of "memory fragmentation," yet every word was clear, settling into the souls of Wu and Wei:

"A top-grade demonic treasure... It must not be exchanged lightly, used lightly, or allowed to leak out..."

"This treasure...is not merely provisions, not merely currency...it has other great uses..."

"I can't remember the whole story... I only remember... it was very important..."

"From now on... keep all the superior quality items for yourself... remember that..."

The information is short, fragmented, and vague.

It has no origin, no principle, no specific use, and even the pivot itself is in a state of "not being able to remember, only retaining instinctive warnings".

But the solemnity, gravity, and unyielding nature of that thought were stronger than any battle warning.

Wu Wei slowly opened his eyes, looked down at the seemingly ordinary but high-grade evil treasure in his palm that could be exchanged for a large amount of cultivation resources, and a glint flashed in his eyes.

Previously, he used low- to mid-grade demonic treasure fragments to exchange for bone-refining resources, pay rent, and take on missions, never truly valuing the significance of high-grade ones. In Rock City, in the Suppression Division, and in the eyes of all independent cultivators and sects, high-grade demonic treasures are top-tier hard currency, exchangeable for cultivation techniques, medicinal herbs, marrow-refining materials, and inner city qualifications—treasures that everyone would "consume."

But this fragmented memory of Ke Shu's was clearly telling him that a top-grade evil treasure could not be spent casually; it had to be kept for its own great use and was extremely important.

As for its exact use, the secrets it holds, and the level it leads to, Shu couldn't recall, nor did he know.

But Wu and Wei never asked many questions, let alone questioned them.

Throughout the journey, Shu never made a mistake or harmed him; all his reminders pointed directly to life, death, and the fundamental issues.

It's okay if you can't remember, it's okay if you can't recall the whole picture.

Just remember this ironclad rule.

"I see."

He silently agreed in his heart, his tone calm yet carrying an unwavering certainty.

From this day forward, all superior-grade evil treasures obtained from slaying mid-to-high-level evil spirits shall be kept privately, kept for personal use, and never easily exchanged for resources, traded for items, or revealed to others.

Previously, I didn't understand; I was just acting according to common sense in this world.

From this day forward, we shall heed the warnings of the Grand Master and walk the path of secrecy.

Wu Wei gripped the superior-grade evil treasure tightly, carefully placing it in the innermost part of his body, keeping it far away from ordinary evil treasure fragments, and no longer touching it easily.

Then, he closed his eyes again and continued to heal his injuries with gentle power, re-condensing his bone armor, stabilizing his blood essence, and filling his marrow sea.

No more rushing, no more being impatient, no more being reckless.

The battle with Xiaobai Tong shattered all his hopes—he has barely survived. His bone armor is not yet reforged, his blood essence is not yet restored, and his marrow sea is not yet full. Let alone encountering a mid-to-high-level evil spirit again, even if he were to face an ordinary shadow evil spirit, he would still be in great danger.

Only long, steady breathing and the subtle sounds of bones and blood resonating slowly filled the room.

The lamplight flickered, illuminating his solitary, spear-like figure.

The fragmented memory of Shu, like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, did not cause any great waves, but it planted a crucial iron rule in Wu Wei's heart.

I'll keep this top-grade magical treasure for myself.

Without asking why or investigating the purpose, just carry out the task.

This was an unspoken understanding between him and Shu.

This seemingly simple rule will, in the near future, become one of the keys to his going further and living longer in the animal husbandry industry, and to touching the truth of the world.

The night outside the window gradually faded, and a faint white tinge appeared on the horizon.

Wu Wei remained seated with his eyes closed, his injuries slowly but steadily healing.

The road ahead is long, life is still perilous, memories are still fragmented, and the truth is still hidden.

But he now has one more bottom line that he must defend at all costs.