Body command feeding world

The morning light broke through the dawn, spilling across the messy streets and alleys of the western city.

As the evil tide receded and the remaining evil spirits were wiped out by the reinforcements from the Suppression Division, the air still lingered with the stench of blood, decay, and malevolent energy. The ground was littered with bloodstained limbs, collapsed stalls, broken weapons, and scattered bone fragments. The surviving civilians huddled in corners, trembling, their cries and suppressed gasps mingling, a stark reminder of the desolation of this chaotic world.

On the city wall, most of the guards were slumped on the ground, covered in blood and weak. Many had broken arms and legs, their wounds were blackened and corroded by the evil poison. They could only barely stand with the help of their comrades. The battle just now had almost exhausted all their strength and blood essence.

Only Wu Wei remained standing at the top of the battlement, gun in hand, his posture as upright as a spear, his breathing as steady as ever, his clothes spotless, not even a trace of blood on them, a stark contrast to the horrific scene around him.

He closed his eyes and regulated his breathing for a moment, thoroughly stabilizing the blood essence that was flowing more smoothly, the bone armor that was becoming more compatible, and the marrow sea that was becoming more abundant during the battle. Only after confirming that his strength had been solidified in silence did he slowly open his eyes.

His eyes remained cold and unwavering, showing no emotion whatsoever.

Before long, several junior officers, dressed in the standard armor of the Zhensha Division and exuding an aura significantly stronger than that of ordinary guards, quickly patrolled along the city wall to check the casualties, tally the battle results, and comfort the surviving warriors.

The leading officer, with a square face, paused noticeably when his gaze swept over Wu and Wei.

He had already learned from the surviving warriors that at the height of the evil tide, it was this taciturn, spear-wielding rogue cultivator, who had only taken on long-term patrol missions, who single-handedly held a section of the city wall, making it difficult for the evil spirits to approach. He effortlessly killed dozens of shadow evil spirits and evil wolves, managing to hold back a crucial defensive line. Otherwise, the city wall would have already been breached by the evil tide, and the casualties would have been even more severe.

The flag officer strode forward, bowed respectfully to Wu Wei, and said with obvious respect, "Fellow Daoist, today's sudden attack by the evil tide was largely due to your steadfast defense and resistance against the hordes of evil, which preserved this section of the city wall. On behalf of the brothers guarding the western city, I thank you, Fellow Daoist!"

Wu Wei nodded slightly, his tone indifferent: "It's my duty."

He had only accepted the task of patrolling the city wall; guarding the wall was his duty, and he had no intention of seeking credit.

Seeing this, the flag officer didn't waste any words and directly took out a cloth bag, handing it over with both hands: "Fellow Daoist is too modest. This is a small reward issued by the Suppression of Evil Division: ten fragments of evil treasures and three bottles of basic cleansing ointment. Although it is not valuable, it is a token of my goodwill. If you are interested in joining the outer city patrol team of the Suppression of Evil Division in the future, you can directly report to me."

The reward is not high, which is in line with the standards for long-term missions in the outer city and the merit rating for small-scale Fiend Tide. It is neither an exception nor a neglect.

Wu Wei glanced at it briefly, then took the cloth bag without refusing.

The fingertip could clearly feel the ten scattered fragments of evil treasures inside. Their aura was ordinary; they were just basic, low-level evil treasures, perfect for daily healing, exchanging for dry rations, and paying for odds and ends.

As for the top-grade evil treasures, he kept them close to his body from beginning to end, never revealing a trace of them, firmly remembering the broken but solemn warning from Shu—top-grade evil treasures must be kept for oneself, never leaked out, and never used lightly.

Seeing that he had accepted the reward, the officer offered a few words of polite encouragement before turning to deal with the other wounded and injured soldiers, and did not bother him any further.

Wu Wei casually put the cloth bag into his bosom, placing it separately from the top-grade evil treasure he kept close to his body, keeping the boundaries clear.

These low-level fragments are useful for daily life, can be exchanged for miscellaneous items, or used to pay expenses; they are of little importance.

The highest-grade evil treasures remain untouched, unspoiled, without questioning the reasons, strictly adhering to the rules.

He lingered no longer, nor did he engage in conversation with the other warriors. He remained as solitary as ever, turning around with his spear in hand and continuing his patrol along the city wall. His steps were steady, and his expression was calm, as if the brutal tidal wave and the easy crushing had never happened.

After this battle, he had thoroughly mastered the hardness, resistance to evil, and resistance to poison of the second-evolution Yangyan Bone Armor; his precise control of blood essence and basic spear techniques were now even more effortless; and his marrow sea had become slightly fuller during the steady battle, bringing him one tiny but solid step closer to the first goal of "full marrow sea".

Its strength continues to steadily accumulate, without advancing, without being reckless, and without being ostentatious.

And his conviction grew even stronger—

If it weren't for his extreme caution, advance preparation, positioning himself in advance, and focused concentration over the past few days, he would have been in a fierce battle, or even faced danger again, if he had survived today's sudden attack by the evil tide.

Caution is not cowardice.

Composure is not weakness.

Slow progress is not a sign of incompetence.

In this realm of beasts, in this precarious outer city, in this chaotic world where one could encounter mid- to high-level evil spirits at any moment, survival and longevity depend not on momentary outbursts or frenzied killing, but on steady, cautious, calm, and pragmatic progress day after day.

Wu Wei, gun in hand, moved forward, his solitary figure blending into the morning light.

The reward is accepted, but the fragments are the fragments, and the superior quality is the superior quality.

The cultivation continues, the foundation continues, and the road ahead continues.

Be neither arrogant, impatient, greedy, nor reckless.

Each step is steady, each shot is solid.