Body command feeding world

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Just as dawn was breaking, the outer city training ground of the Zhensha Division was already bustling with noise, the armor gleaming in the morning light, and the air thick with malevolent energy.

As soon as the proclamation to besiege the Black Bone Fiend Nest was issued, almost all the elites of the outer city came out. Peak warriors and novice martial artists gathered densely in the training ground, each carrying a sword and a bag, their eyes burning with anticipation as they looked towards the high platform.

The allure of top-grade evil treasures is enough to make countless rogue cultivators struggling at the bottom willingly step into dangerous places to gamble for a better future.

Wu Wei and Shi Meng arrived side by side, one still and one active, one cold and one warm, their differences were striking.

Shi Meng exuded a powerful aura, his long sword slung across his shoulder, his eyes gleaming with barely concealed excitement. He constantly surveyed the surrounding cultivators, then whispered to Wu Wei, "Brother Wu, look, quite a few formidable opponents have arrived this time. Several are renowned lone wolf hunters from the outer city. With the main force following them, we're in luck!"

Wu Wei nodded slightly, his gaze calmly sweeping across the entire scene. His steps were unhurried, and his aura was extremely restrained. His second-evolution Yangyan Xuan Bone Armor was hidden from view, and his Xuan Iron Spear was ordinary and unremarkable. He looked like an ordinary outer city patrol warrior, inconspicuous and easily lost in the crowd.

He kept to himself, avoiding attention and eye contact, standing quietly at the back of the line, hiding himself in the most inconspicuous position.

Caution has become second nature.

Before long, several powerful figures slowly appeared on the high platform of the training ground.

The two leaders were a man in dark red armor from the Zhensha Division, with a cold and stern face and a deep and imposing aura. He was the deputy commander of the outer town's defense force and a mid-level martial arts master. The other man was a young cultivator in a moon-white Taoist robe with a jade pendant hanging from his waist. He was tall and proud, with faint blue cloud patterns embroidered on the hem of his robe. He had an otherworldly air about him and was completely out of place among the rogue cultivators around him who were covered in the smell of smoke and fire.

A disciple of the Qingyun Sect.

He was one of the cultivators leading the encirclement and suppression team.

"Fellow Daoists!" The deputy commander's voice boomed, echoing throughout the area. "This time, the Black Bone Fiend Nest has wreaked havoc in the Western Wilderness, and its Yin energy is growing stronger by the day. By order of the inner city, fellow Daoists from the Azure Cloud Sect are stationed here to gather your elite forces and eliminate this malevolent force! After the mission is accomplished, rewards will be distributed according to merit, with no shortage of mid-grade and high-grade fiend treasures!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in an uncontrollable commotion. Everyone's breathing quickened and their eyes burned even more intensely.

The Qingyun Sect disciple simply stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the rogue cultivators below. A faint hint of disdain played on his lips, as if he were looking at a swarm of ants. His tone was dismissive: "You only need to stay close to the formation, not charge recklessly, not break formation, and not hold back, and you can live and receive your reward. If you dare to leave the group without permission and die at the Demon Pass, neither the sect nor the Demon Suppression Division will be responsible."

His words were blunt, making no attempt to conceal his superior attitude.

The independent cultivators dared not speak out in anger and could only lower their heads and endure it.

In the eyes of disciples of a major sect like Qingyun Sect, the rogue cultivators in the outer city were simply disposable cannon fodder. Giving them a share of the spoils was already an act of charity.

Shi Meng's face darkened slightly, but he didn't dare to lash out. He muttered under his breath, "Arrogant..."

Wu Wei remained unmoved, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Qingyun Sect?

It's still very far.

So far away that he didn't even have the interest to look up and meet his gaze.

He came only for top-grade evil treasures, only to replenish his marrow sea, only to solidify his foundation. The arrogance of other sects and the hierarchy of cultivators were irrelevant to him.

The lieutenant briefly read out the military discipline, the formation of units, and the division into squads, emphasizing that as long as the formation exists, the soldiers will live; those who desert will die. Then, with a wave of his hand, he shouted, "Let's go! Into the Western Wilderness, to wipe out the Black Bones!"

The convoy slowly set off, marching out of the west gate of Rock City and into the vast wilderness and mist.

The wind grew colder, the fog thicker, and gradually only the low, mournful wailing of malevolent spirits filled the world. Grass and trees withered, the earth cracked, and the roars of malevolent beasts echoed from afar, making one's heart clench.

The deeper one goes, the heavier the Yin energy becomes; even ordinary cultivators feel their blood stagnation and their skin grows cold.

Only Wu Wei remained calm.

The Second Yang Flame Bone Armor possesses inherent resistance to evil influences. As a superior evil treasure, it nourishes the marrow sea, making its tolerance to yin evil far exceed that of everyone else in the same realm. Even when it is in the core of the evil mist, it is as if it is bathed in a normal evening breeze, and it is not affected in the slightest.

Shi Meng stayed close to him. With Wu Wei by his side, he felt at ease, and his tension subsided considerably.

The procession moved slowly, with the military formation holding the line. Occasionally, disciples of the Qingyun Sect would leap out into the air and slay low-level demonic beasts that were scouting ahead. Their graceful movements drew envy and awe from the other cultivators.

Some whispered among themselves, "As expected of the Qingyun Sect... they're too strong."

"If we follow the cultivators from the sect, we'll definitely survive."

"Hopefully I can get a top-grade evil treasure, then I'll go back and get a marrow-condensing artifact!"

Some rogue cultivators noticed Wu Wei, who remained silent and low-key at the back of the group. They glanced at the ordinary black iron spear in Wu Wei's hand and showed a hint of disdain in their eyes: "Where did this ordinary warrior come from, daring to come to the Fiend Nest to fight for his life? He probably can't even beat Shadow Fiend."

"Judging from his appearance, he's probably here to rack up merits. I hope he doesn't get scared and become a burden to us."

The sarcasm, contempt, and disdain were made without any attempt to conceal them.

Shi Meng was furious and was about to retort when Wu Wei gently pressed his shoulder down.

"No need."

Wu Wei's voice was flat and calm, without the slightest ripple.

Arguing is pointless.

Within the Demon Nest, in the face of life and death, strength will speak for itself.

He continued walking with his head down, concealing his strength and keeping a low profile. He remained calm, silent, and unassuming, his eyes always fixed on the ground and the fog ahead, vigilant for any unusual activity around him, extremely cautious.

A slight tremor ran through Shu's very being, only a faint reminder remained:

[The evil's lair is near, and the yin energy is heavy; guard the center of the formation and do not advance rashly.]

Wu Wei nodded, his mind becoming even more focused.

Ahead, the fog surged, the concentration of Yin energy suddenly increased, more and more skeletons appeared on the ground, and dark brown bloodstains were everywhere. The air was filled with a strong stench of corpses and a sinister smell.

We've arrived at the Black Bone Demon Nest.

The troops halted and the military formation was deployed. The disciples of the Qingyun Sect and the Deputy Commander of Zhensha landed at the front of the formation, their faces solemn as they gazed at the dark, ink-black, and menacing valley in front of them.

Within the valley entrance, roars echoed, and shadowy figures lurked in the darkness, waiting for their prey to come to them.

The atmosphere instantly became extremely oppressive. The previously noisy rogue cultivators all fell silent, gripped their weapons tightly, their palms sweated, and their faces turned pale.

Life and death hang in the balance, it's so close.

Shi Meng breathed heavily, gripped his long sword tightly, and subconsciously took half a step closer to Wu Wei.

Wu Wei slowly raised his hand and grasped the shaft of the black iron spear.

My fingertips felt slightly cool, and the gun felt solid and steady.

He raised his eyes and looked at the pitch-black lair of evil spirits. There was no fear or excitement in his eyes, only a deep and cold stillness.

coming.

Top grade evil treasure.

Seize the opportunity amidst the crisis.

Steady progress and steady steps will lead to a successful acquisition of the treasure.

Everything else is unimportant.