Body command feeding world

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The small room on the third floor of Ping An Inn had its doors and windows tightly closed, and the light was dim, with only a sliver of morning light cutting in obliquely through the crack in the window and falling on the cold blue brick floor in front of the bed.

Wu Wei sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing long and steady, like a deep pool of still water, showing no trace of the madness and disarray he had displayed during his escape from the Black Bone Demon Nest.

Seven days have passed since that near-death siege, that cat-and-mouse chase, and that farewell where Shi Meng risked his life for hers.

For seven days, he stayed indoors, avoided people, did not inquire, and remained calm, as if completely isolated from the world. He stayed in this small room, repairing his body little by little, calming his mind little by little, and engraving that tragic memory deep into his bones and blood, turning it into the confidence to move forward steadily.

The cracks in the Yangyan Bone Armor have slowly healed. Although it has not fully recovered to its peak, it is more refined and dense than before it shattered. The dark gold patterns are tinged with a hint of dark purple, which is the transformation after being baptized by the Yin-cold of the Sha-head and the high-level Sha aura. Its resistance to Sha, toughness, and self-healing power have all quietly reached a new level.

The depleted meridians are replenished with pure and restrained blood essence, no longer the explosive, scorching, and frenzied flow of the past, but slow, gentle, and persistent, like a gentle stream. Each flow is in harmony with the rhythm of the bone marrow, resonating more and more closely with the sea of ​​marrow.

Shi Meng's death did not cause him to break down or become manic, nor did it make him wallow in grief. Instead, it transformed into a silent and heavy force, pressing down on his heart, making him understand even more clearly that steadiness is not cowardice; caution is not weakness; and living is not cowardice.

In this world, there are people he would protect with his life, people he would remember forever, and people who would give their lives to tell him that in this cold and cruel world, there is still warmth and reliance that is free from self-interest, calculation, and expectation of return.

He is no longer a lonely soul, numbly clinging to life.

He carries the weight of a life on his shoulders.

The room was so quiet that only his even breathing could be heard, as well as the quiet and steady thought deep in his bones, like the most loyal guardian, neither disturbing, urging, nor pressuring, but gently supporting his will when his mind was agitated, so that he would not fall into the abyss of memories.

For the past seven days, Shu remained silent, never revealing a single secret about the ultimate goal of cultivation, the rules of heaven and earth, or the secrets of curses and power, as if waiting for the most opportune, fatal, and unavoidable moment.

Wu and Wei did not ask.

He was used to silence, used to waiting, used to being vigilant in the face of the unknown, and used to not looking too much, asking too many questions, or demanding too much before he had enough strength.

stable.

This is a principle ingrained in his very being.

Just as he was about to close his eyes again to regulate his breathing and further solidify his foundation—

Boom, boom, boom.

Three knocks, neither too loud nor too soft, and in a measured manner, broke the long-standing silence of the small house.

His voice was calm and steady, carrying a solemnity and authority characteristic of officials, clearly not that of an ordinary guest or innkeeper.

Wu Wei's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly. He slowly rose, casually gripping the black iron spear in his hand. His aura remained restrained. He walked lightly to the door, not opening it immediately, but simply asking, "Who is it?"

"Wu Wei, the outer city patrol warrior, is hereby summoned by the Evil Suppression Division. He requests your presence in the inner city." A deep, cold voice came from outside the door. "Open the door and verify the talisman. Do not be alarmed. There is no ill intent. I only wish to inquire about the Black Bone Fiend Nest in the Western Wilderness."

The Bureau of Suppressing Evil.

Inner city.

Wu Wei's gaze darkened slightly.

What was bound to happen has finally happened.

The battle at the Black Bone Fiend Nest was extremely brutal. Disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect were killed, a large number of rogue cultivators were wiped out, and the unusual activity at the Fiend Nest alarmed high-level beings. Such a shocking event could not be ignored by the Suppressing Evil Division, and it was impossible for them not to investigate the survivors.

He can hide it for a while, but not forever.

But he neither ran away nor panicked.

Having experienced the bloody battle at the Fiend Nest, the pursuit of the Child Head, the oppressive power of a high-level Fiend, and the death of Shi Meng, his temperament has been tempered to a level far exceeding that of other cultivators of the same realm. His composure, calmness, and ability to remain calm in the face of danger are ingrained in his very bones.

Wu Wei slowly pulled open the door bolt, creating a small gap.

Two warriors stood outside the door, dressed in dark red armor from the Zhenxie Division. Their armor was tight, their aura was deep and imposing, and they were both at least at the initial stage of martial arts mastery. They wore swords at their waists and had the Zhenxie emblem engraved on their chests. Their expressions were solemn and their eyes were sharp as they swept across the room, but they did not show any hostility.

The leader held a brass talisman in his hand, which glowed faintly. It was the official summons token of the Exorcism Division and could not be faked.

"Wu Wu, please come with us into the city. The magistrate will question you, but once you have the information, you can return without any trouble."

Wu Wei nodded slightly, without asking any questions, making excuses, or showing any fear or resistance. He simply closed the door behind him, slung the black iron spear over his back, straightened his robes, and said calmly, "Let's go."

The two Zhenxie Division warriors were slightly surprised, clearly not expecting this rogue cultivator who had survived the Demon Nest to be so calm and composed, neither fearful, nor obsequious, nor shirking responsibility, as if he were just going to an ordinary place.

But they didn't say much, just nodded and turned to lead the way.

The three went downstairs. The one-armed innkeeper peeked out with a worried look on his face, but dared not step forward to stop them. He could only watch as Wu Wei left with the Zhenxie Division warriors and disappeared into the end of the street.

The streets of the outer city remained deserted. After the disturbances of the Fiend Nest and the deaths of a large number of cultivators, there were few pedestrians on the streets, and everyone looked apprehensive. Doors and windows were tightly closed, and a faint smell of blood and Fiend lingered in the air, a stark contrast to the tranquility of the inner city.

Heading north, as you reach the heart of the city, a low but exceptionally thick, bluish-gray stone wall stretches across your path, completely separating the inner and outer worlds.

This is the inner city wall.

The wall, no more than two zhang high, is far less imposing than the outer city wall, and not even particularly precipitous, yet it exudes a heavy, oppressive feeling of being unshakable, insurmountable, and indestructible. The wall is constructed of special ancient bricks, with intricate, mysterious patterns engraved between the brick joints, densely packed and layered like fish scales covering the entire wall. Each pattern is connected to the energy of heaven and earth, radiating a faint, purifying light.

Most strikingly, the walls were covered with yellow talismans with vermilion patterns, layer upon layer, densely packed and boundless. The talismanic light shone day and night, weaving together to form an invisible, pale golden light shield that enveloped the entire inner city, gentle yet inviolable.

This is no ordinary city wall.

This is a wall of talisman arrays, a wall that locks the void, and a barrier that severs evil influences.

The intertwined power of the runes can withstand the fierce impact of the evil tide, shatter the physical bodies of low-level evil creatures, and directly lock the rules of space, cutting off the ability of shadow evil to escape and the ability of the little white child to pass through walls and change positions. Any evil spirit that gets close will be instantly burned and melted by the power of the runes, and not even a trace of its aura can penetrate.

The wall was low, but it was as solid as a rock.

The walls are thin, yet impervious to all evil.

This is the true core defense line of Rock City, the last safe haven in the hearts of mortals and cultivators.

There are three checkpoints at the foot of the wall, guarded by warriors from the Evil Suppression Division and deacons from the Qingyun Sect in shifts. Their armor gleams, their aura is solemn, and the checks are strict. No one is allowed to enter unless they have a pass token, are a martial arts master or above, or are registered in the inner city.

The guard checked the brass token, confirmed Wu Wei's identity, nodded slightly to him, and raised his hand to open a small door that could only accommodate one person at a time.

"Upon entering the inner city, no noise, no unauthorized entry, no violence, and no leakage of energy that may disturb the talisman array are permitted. Violators will be dealt with according to the laws of the Evil Suppression Division."

Wu Wei nodded in agreement and stepped over the threshold of the inner wall.

Just one step away lies the outer city, shrouded in gloom, chaotic and crowded, where life and death are unpredictable.

Within a single step lies the inner city, a place of pure spiritual energy, utterly free of malevolent influence, orderly and solemn.

The moment you step in, a fresh, pure air, free of any yin energy and warm and nourishing to the meridians, floods into your lungs, causing your blood to circulate naturally, your bone marrow to feel slightly warm, and even your mind to feel calm and soothed.

The view before me suddenly opened up.

The streets, paved with bluestone slabs, were wide, flat, and spotless. The houses on both sides were made of blue bricks and white tiles, with upturned eaves, neat and elegant, arranged in a pleasing and orderly manner. Unlike the crowded, dilapidated, sewage-filled, blood-stained, and chaotic outer city, the streets were filled with the shade of green trees and the spiritual energy. Occasionally, cultivators would stroll by, all of them with calm demeanor, neat attire, and extraordinary bearing, unlike the disheveled and fierce rogue cultivators of the outer city.

On both sides of the street are shops selling pills, weapons, talismans, marrow artifacts, cultivation pavilions, and magical treasures. All of them have grand facades and are filled with spiritual light. They only do business with cultivators of martial arts level and above, and ordinary mortals are not allowed to approach them.

Further away, one can see magnificent palaces and pavilions with soaring eaves, surrounded by spiritual light. These are the headquarters of the Evil Suppression Division, the outposts of various sects, government offices, and residences of high-ranking cultivators. They are majestic and solemn, inspiring awe in those who look upon them.

Within the inner city, there is no mundane noise, no howling or wailing, no chaotic fighting; only tranquility, order, strictness, and discipline. The concentration of spiritual energy is more than ten times that of the outer city, and the cultivation speed is far superior. It is the place that all low-level cultivators dream of.

The organization that sits at the absolute core of this city, oversees the eradication of all evil spirits, and holds the power of life and death, is the Evil Suppression Division.

The main hall of the Evil Suppression Bureau is located in the very center of the inner city, built against the mountain. With black tiles and red walls, it is magnificent. The Evil Suppression Tower stands on the top of the hall. The tower is engraved with thousands of talismans, and its spiritual light shoots straight into the sky, exuding a terrifying aura that suppresses all evil. Even from a distance, one can feel its deep and abyss-like majesty.

The Master is the First Cursed Body of the Martial Body Envoy, bound by an ancient Heavenly Dao curse. He uses curses to suppress evil and his body to feed the wicked. His cultivation is unfathomable, and he is recognized as the number one combat force in Rock City. He is in seclusion most of the year, only appearing to deliver the final blow when the city faces annihilation.

Below the Chief, there are three core combatants, all of whom are high-level martial arts masters and top experts who have successfully condensed marrow weapons. They are in charge of the three major departments: law, military, and investigation. Each of them can stand alone and suppress small and medium-sized evil tides as easily as turning their hands. They are the pillars of the inner city.

Besides the Evil Suppression Division, another Qingyun Sect outpost is located in a corner on the east side of the inner city. The courtyard is deep and the pavilions are elegant. The spiritual energy is more concentrated than elsewhere. The gate is solemn and the disciples come and go in an orderly manner. It is an important foundation that the Qingyun Sect has placed in Panshi City. First, it helps to prevent evil spirits; second, it checks and balances the Evil Suppression Division; and third, it gathers talented disciples and rare treasures.

The outpost is overseen by an Elder of the Azure Cloud Sect, whose cultivation has also reached the First Curse Body Realm of Martial Body Master, on par with the Director of the Evil Suppression Division. His aura is deep and profound, and he is detached from worldly affairs, focusing solely on the safety and bottom line of the sect. Below the Elder are two stewards, both of whom are high-level Martial Masters and experts who have condensed marrow weapons. Their daily duties include overseeing the outer disciples, handling commissions, patrolling the Western Wilderness for unusual activities, and maintaining order in the inner and outer cities.

The chief of the Evil Suppression Division and the Qingyun Sect stationed there, one official and one sect, one martial arts and one Taoist, one town and one assistant, jointly manage the safety of Panshi City and resist the invasion of the myriad evil spirits of the Western Wilderness, forming a delicate and stable balance.

Two warriors from the Zhenxie Division led Wu Wei along the wide bluestone path towards the center of the inner city and the main hall of the Zhenxie Division.

Along the way, the cultivators who saw the Zhenxie Division officers all gave way and bowed respectfully, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. Their gazes occasionally fell on Wu Wei, with a hint of curiosity and inquiry. It was rare for a rogue cultivator to be personally brought from the outer city to the inner city by the Zhenxie Division. He must have either made a great contribution or been involved in a shocking incident.

Wu Wei kept his eyes straight ahead, his steps steady, his back straight, and his black iron spear hanging quietly behind him. His aura was as restrained as deep water. He was neither humble nor ostentatious, just like the most ordinary accompanying warrior, blending into the environment without attracting attention, but never showing any fear.

He knew in his heart that entering the inner city was not a simple matter of questioning.

The anomalies of the Black Bone Fiend Nest, the aura of a high-level fiend, the terror of the Child Head, the deaths of Qingyun Sect disciples, and his status as the only uninvolved rogue cultivator who survived intact and took away the key talisman... each of these was enough to warrant serious attention from the Evil Suppression Division and the Qingyun Sect.

What awaits him may be interrogation, testing, surveillance, attempts to win him over, or even a hidden threat of murder.

But he was fearless.

Having experienced life and death, seen through the road ahead, and grasped the fundamentals, my mindset is already unbreakable.

Shi Meng risked his life to save him, not to make him shrink back and run away, but to let him walk steadily, go higher, farther, and stronger.

Ahead, the majestic main hall of the Evil Suppression Division was almost in sight. The hall doors were wide open, spiritual light flowed, and the atmosphere was solemn. An invisible pressure slowly enveloped the area, making people feel slightly uneasy.

The warrior leading the way stopped outside the palace gate, turned around and bowed slightly to Wu Wei: "Warrior Wu, the lord is waiting inside the palace. Please enter alone. We will wait here for your return."

Wu Wei nodded slightly, gripped the hidden talisman in his palm, took a deep breath of the pure and warm air of the inner city, suppressed all his emotions, and his eyes returned to a calm and serene state.

He stepped onto the white jade steps of the main hall of the Zhenxie Division, walking slowly and steadily towards the depths of the hall that would determine his fate and reveal more secrets.

The main hall is spacious and high, with beams and pillars carved with images of all evil spirits being subdued. A spiritual light flows around it, and the smoke from the incense creates a serene atmosphere, making it extremely solemn.

A figure sat upright in the main seat directly in front.

The man was dressed in a dark robe, his face unremarkable, neither old nor young. His eyes were slightly closed, and his aura seemed to blend into the hall, calm and undisturbed. Yet, the moment he raised his eyes—

An ancient, heavy, decaying, yet transcendent pressure spread out like an abyss.

That's not an evil spirit.

Not a martial arts master.

He is not a master of marrow-based techniques.

It is the first cursed body of the Martial Body Master.

It is an existence that truly touches the rules of heaven and earth, bears the backlash of the heavenly way, and stands at the top of mortal martial artists.

The moment that oppressive force landed on Wu Wei—

Deep within his bones, the dormant core that had been dormant for seven days suddenly awoke.

This is not a warning, not an alert, not a panic.

Instead, it was like a memory sealed for eternity, forcibly awakened by an aura of the same level.

A vast, cold, solemn will, carrying the weight of the Heavenly Dao, poured into Wu Wei's soul without reservation, revealing in one fell swoop the ultimate cultivation method, the source of power, and the truth of the curse in this realm.

[Body Command.]

[The ultimate path for martial artists in this world is the perfect cultivation of blood, bones, and marrow, which are then unified and refined to form a natal sword-shaped token.]

[This item is born from the vital energy of heaven and earth; it is neither gold nor jade, neither malevolent nor extraordinary.]

[Once the Body Order is completed, lifespan increases by five hundred years, and the physical body transcends the ordinary and enters the realm of sainthood.]

[When the Blood Essence is commanded, new abilities awaken; when the Bone Essence is commanded, its level leaps; when the Marrow Essence is commanded, its sharpness greatly increases.]

[Capable of flying and escaping through the earth, omnipotent, the pinnacle of humanity.]

But—the way of Heaven is flawed.

Those who condense the curse must bear five layers of curses, each layer stronger than the last; it is a test, and also a death trap.

[First Layer: Blood essence changes color, crimson fades completely, turning pitch black; power surges, cursed power possesses the body.]

[Second layer: The body decays, the skin and flesh gradually rot, and a foul stench arises, becoming more pronounced and impossible to conceal as the decay intensifies.]

[Third level: Abstains from mortal food, grains, and water; only absorbs primordial energy, malevolent essence, and the essence of heaven and earth.]

[Fourth Level: Consciousness clouded, mind compromised, memories disordered, rampant killing, on the verge of losing control.]

[Fifth Level: Assimilation of the Evil Energy, the Ultimate Death Barrier, where the physical body and soul are completely devoured by the evil energy, turning into a mindless and ferocious demon.]

This is not an injury, not an illness, not an evil spirit.

This is a test from Heaven.

[Endure it, and your body will be devoted to your heart; you will achieve immortality and transcendence.]

[Unable to withstand it, they will be transformed into evil spirits and return to the underworld, never to be redeemed.]

The person before you has solidified into a physical form, bearing the first layer of the curse. Their blood essence has turned black, and their flesh is afflicted by the curse, yet they still retain humanity and suppress all evil.

This is the only path you will take in the future.

In an instant, the world fell silent.

Wu Wei stood in the center of the hall, his back still straight, his face still calm, without the slightest shock or loss of composure, but deep in his soul, he was completely filled with this ultimate truth.

It turns out that spiritual practice has an end.

At the end was a sword token.

It turns out that power comes at a price.

The price is five layers of curse.

It turns out that the peak is the abyss.

If you can't withstand it, it will become a disaster.

He gazed into the calm, unwavering, yet unfathomable eyes of the person in the main seat, and suddenly understood—

The life-or-death struggle in the Black Bone Fiend Nest is just the beginning.

Shi Meng risked his life to save him so that he could reach this point, see this path, walk this path, and complete this path.

stable.

Shin.

Firm.

endure.

These four words will no longer be just a survival habit.

Rather, it was his only weapon against the will of Heaven, against the curse, against all evil, and against his own downfall.

On the main seat, the head of the Exorcism Bureau spoke slowly, his voice low, hoarse, and carrying a faint, pungent, putrid quality, as if it came from the depths of the earth:

"Black Bone Nest, you are the last person to emerge intact."

Tell me, what did you see?

"And—are the Qingyun Sect's magical artifacts on you?"

Wu Wei lowered his eyes, his breath was calm, and his mind was as cold as ice.

The path to power is now clear.

The path of the curse has appeared.

His first hurdle was right in front of him.