Body command feeding world

The main hall of the Evil Suppression Bureau was solemn and deep, with a serene spiritual light and complete silence.

Wu Wei stood in the center of the hall, with natural barriers in front and behind him. In front of him sat the First Cursed Body, the Chief Martial Body Envoy of the Evil Suppression Division, his decaying aura intertwined with extraordinary holy power, seemingly able to pierce through one's soul at a glance. To his side sat another aura of clarity and abyss, the resident elder of the Qingyun Sect, who was also a Martial Body Envoy. His gaze swept over them indifferently, already containing the intention of probing.

Although the two peak pressures were not deliberately unleashed, they were like the heavens and earth hanging upside down, pressing down on people's meridians and causing their blood to stagnate. If it were an ordinary martial artist, their mind would have already collapsed and their flaws would have been exposed.

Wu Wei, however, remained upright, his steps steady, his breath calm as still water, showing no sign of panic, evasion, or fear.

He already knew perfectly well that the talisman was a crucial weapon of the Qingyun Sect, and the disciple who died in the Fiend Nest was an inner disciple of the sect. Once the fluctuations of the talisman's power were locked onto by the two martial arts masters, denying, concealing, or hiding it would all lead to his death. He would only be seen as having ulterior motives, hoarding a powerful weapon, and having malicious intentions.

It can't be hidden, and there's no need to hide it.

The Chief of the Evil Suppression Division's hoarse, millstone-like voice fell again, carrying a chilling edge that pierced the heart:

"The Black Bone Fiend Nest is awash in blood, and the Azure Cloud Talisman's spiritual light leaks out for miles. You are the last survivor. The item is on you; there's no need to deny it."

Elder Qingyun also spoke slowly, his voice clear and cold, devoid of joy or anger: "That sword-shaped talisman is a low-grade Xuan weapon of our sect, specifically designed to burn Yin Sha, and has a remarkable effect on suppressing Tong Sha and Shui Sha. Your ability to escape from Tong Shou's clutches is most likely due to its power."

Two pairs of eyes simultaneously fell on his waist, chest, and palms.

Wu and Wei did not hesitate, did not delay, and did not try to hide anything.

He reached into his inner robe, his fingertips firmly grasping the earthen-yellow sword talisman. He slowly drew it out, held it in his palm, bowed slightly forward—his posture respectful yet not humble—his voice calm and clear:

"Reporting to the Master and Elder, the Azure Cloud Talisman is indeed on my person. I was fortunate enough to obtain it in the perilous Black Bone Fiend Nest. I used its light to temporarily save my life. I did not keep it for myself, nor did I damage or misappropriate it. Today, I return it to you in its original form."

The talisman in his palm shimmered with spiritual light, its pure yang aura spreading out faintly; it was the sword-shaped talisman that had swept away all evil spirits.

Frank, direct, and without reservation.

A barely perceptible hint of surprise flashed across the eyes of the Chief of the Evil Suppression Division.

He had expected that this young man would either deny it to the death, be terrified, or hide his weapon and try to escape. But he never expected that a rogue cultivator from an outer city would be so straightforward and open-minded in the face of the temptation of a powerful weapon and the pressure of two peak experts. He returned it as soon as he said he would, without being greedy, attached, or afraid.

Elder Qingyun's brows furrowed slightly.

He had seen too many cultivators who were greedy for treasures, who abandoned righteousness for profit, and who fought to the death for a talisman. But this young man in front of him, whose cultivation was only at the Martial Master level, whose foundation was shallow, and who was without a sect or school, was so calm that it was almost frightening. He could return the treasure in a desperate situation, even if it meant dying nine times out of ten, without being moved by worldly desires.

Such a temperament far surpasses that of many inner disciples of the sect.

Elder Qingyun raised his hand and gently beckoned.

The talisman slowly flew up from Wu Wei's palm and landed in his hand. The elder's fingertips traced the talisman's runes, and with a sweep of his divine sense, he confirmed that the talisman was intact, had not been refined, had not been tainted, and had not been tampered with. He nodded slightly.

"You are honest." The elder spoke calmly, his gaze falling on Wu Wei with a hint of approval after scrutiny. "In the battle of the Black Bone Fiend Nest, you personally witnessed the Child Head, the Water Fiend, and the Hundred Fiends surrounding and killing you. To survive was not a fluke, but a testament to your courage, knowledge, and composure."

"This talisman is a craftsmanship of our sect, specifically designed to suppress evil spirits. If it remains in my possession, it will merely be another item in my treasury; but if it remains in your possession, it will enable you to slay more evil spirits, save more people, and safeguard the peace of this region."

As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Qingyun slightly raised his wrist, and the talismanic artifact slowly flew out again, landing steadily back in Wu Wei's palm.

Wu Wei was slightly taken aback.

"This talisman is bestowed upon you." Elder Qingyun's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable determination. "From this day forward, it belongs to you. But you must remember: the talisman is a sword, and with the sword comes the person; it is used to slay all evil spirits, but not to harm mortals. In the future, take on more missions to suppress evil spirits, venture into more dangerous places, and slay more malevolent spirits. This will be to live up to this talisman and to fulfill my intention in bestowing this treasure upon you today."

The hall fell silent.

The head of the Suppression Department raised his eyes but did not object, clearly acquiescing to the decision.

Wu Wei remained silent for a moment, showing no elation, no loss of composure, no fawning gratitude. He simply gripped the talisman tightly, bowed again, his movements steady and measured, his voice sincere and firm:

"This junior thanks Elder for bestowing this treasure. I will certainly use this talisman to vanquish all evil spirits, and live up to your trust, and to the expectations of Rock City."

A promise, simple and unpretentious, yet as weighty as gold and stone.

Elder Qingyun nodded slightly and said no more.

The head of the Demon Suppression Division waved his hand calmly, his voice steady: "You have already told me everything about the Black Bone Fiend Nest. You may leave now. Go back to the outer city and rest well. The Demon Suppression Division and the Azure Cloud Sect will seek you out for future missions."

"Yes."

Wu Wei bowed again, turned and walked out of the hall with his back still straight and his steps steady and unhurried. He did not look back, did not linger, and showed no sign of the arrogance that comes with receiving such an important position.

Until his figure disappeared outside the palace gate and his aura completely faded away.

Inside the main hall, the two martial arts masters who had been silent for a long time finally spoke.

The first to speak was the head of the Evil Suppression Division, his voice even lower, the stench of decay slightly intensified, revealing the deep gravity in his heart:

"This child possesses a rare and admirable character: calm, steady, tranquil, free from greed and impatience. He is a person with great potential. Giving him talismans and artifacts to use against evil spirits is a wise move."

Elder Qingyun tapped the armrest lightly with his fingertips, his clear and handsome eyes filled with deep thought: "I observe that his bones and blood possess the quality of resisting evil. He has survived the evil nest, the child's head, and the high-level evil aura without being invaded. His soul is stable, and he is definitely not an ordinary rogue cultivator. If he can reach the perfection of the three cultivations in the future, he may not be unable to condense commands, inherit spells, and walk the path of martial body wielder."

"But now... is not the time to talk about him."

The elder's tone shifted abruptly, his aura suddenly turning cold and heavy, causing the spiritual light within the hall to slightly contract:

"You've noticed the Black Bone Demon's Nest bottom, haven't you?"

The Lord of the Evil Suppression Division slowly opened his eyes, a faint glint of light flashing in the depths of his gaze. His voice was extremely low, like a whisper, yet as heavy as a thousand pounds:

"Not a child's head."

"Not a high-level evil spirit."

"It is... the Lord of Evil."

As soon as the two words were spoken, the temperature in the main hall plummeted.

The Lord of Fiends is different from the Head of Fiends and high-level Fiends. He is the master of a nest, the supreme ruler of a place, and the master of all Fiends. His intelligence is no less than that of humans, and his cultivation is unfathomable. He can gather, nurture, attract, and control Fiends. He can even set up traps, ambush, and lure cultivators to kill them. He feeds on the essence, blood, and soul of cultivators to strengthen himself.

Child Head, Water Fiend, Blood Claw Fang, Little White Child...

All those fierce and malevolent creatures are merely its henchmen.

Elder Qingyun's expression darkened slightly, his voice as cold as ice: "The last message my disciples and stewards sent back from the nest only mentioned the strange changes in the Fiend Tide and the birth of the Child Head, but not the Fiend Lord. The aura that you and I sensed... was obscure, ancient, and had been dormant for a long time, yet it could summon the Child Head with a single word. Its level is far beyond that of ordinary high-level Fiends."

"It is dormant, nurturing its evil spirit, accumulating power." The head of the Suppressing Evil Division said in a low voice, with a hint of imperceptible solemnity. "Child Head's reckless pursuit of cultivators from the outer city disturbed it, which is why it was forcibly summoned back by a wisp of its aura. Otherwise... that young man would not have survived to leave the valley entrance."

"The Black Bone Demon Nest is never an ordinary demon nest."

"It is... the lair of a demon lord that is awakening."

Elder Qingyun stood up, hands behind his back, gazing towards the western wilderness outside the hall, his eyes as deep as the night: "Once the Fiend Lord fully awakens and unleashes the Thousand Fiends, first destroying the outer city, then attacking the inner walls, tens of thousands of mortals and cultivators in Rock City will become its resources. At that time, even if the two of us join forces, we may not be able to secure a victory."

"Although the inner wall's talisman array is strong, it can block the evil tide, but it cannot stop the evil master from arriving in person."

The head of the Exorcism Bureau nodded slowly, a cursed aura swirling around him, and the air around him seemed to emanate a faint trace of decay: "We must investigate. We must find out its roots, its foundation, the extent of its awakening, and its weaknesses. Tong Shou is merely the vanguard; the true calamity is yet to come."

"All missions in the Western Wilderness recently have been doubled, made more secure, and increased in risk."

"Use all available personnel."

Elder Qingyun turned his head, his gaze falling once more on the direction of the palace gate, as if piercing through the wall to see that solitary figure slowly leaving the inner city:

"That young man you mentioned..."

"Wu Wei." The head of the Suppressing Evil Division spoke calmly, having already remembered his name. "An outer city patrol warrior, without any sect or faction, all alone, yet he managed to survive the series of killings involving the Fiend Nest, the Child Head, and high-level fiend auras, and he also managed to maintain his composure, not covet powerful weapons, and remain calm in the face of danger."

"He would be a useful pawn."

Elder Qingyun nodded slightly, a hint of approval in his clear, cold eyes: "I bestowed upon him the talismanic artifact so that he might venture deeper into the Western Wilderness, into dangerous places again, gather more intelligence, and slay more evil beings. He will have to return to the Black Bone Fiend Nest sooner or later."

That day is not far off.

The head of the Evil Suppression Division closed his eyes and fell silent once more, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible:

"Rock City... is no longer safe."

"If the Fiend Lord doesn't appear, all is well; but once he does... rivers of blood will surely flow."

"We have no way out."

The hall fell silent once more, with only the spiritual light flowing quietly. The two abyss-like auras receded, as if they had never spoken, never revealed the terrifying truth that could shake the entire city.

Outside the palace.

Wu and Wei had already stepped out of the inner city gates and back into the slightly murky and cold air of the outer city.

He held a sword-shaped talisman in his hand, the talisman's warmth quietly penetrating his palm, the supreme yang power slowly nourishing his meridians, faintly resonating with his own yang-flame bone armor.

Elder Qingyun's bestowal of treasures was not without reason.

The Lord of the Suppression Department's leniency was not out of kindness or soft-heartedness.

He could sense that an invisible net was spreading out from the inner city, gently drawing him, an insignificant rogue cultivator from the outer city, into it.

The terrifying presence at the bottom of the Black Bone Demon's Nest, the truth behind Child Head's hasty escape, and the secrets deliberately concealed by the two Martial Body Masters...

Although he didn't know the specifics, he could clearly sense the oppressive atmosphere of an impending storm.

Shi Meng risked his life to save him.

Elder Qingyun bestowed upon him a talisman, which he used to slay evil spirits.

The head of the Suppression Department spared his life, considering him a useful person.

He had no choice.

We have no choice but to keep going.

stable.

Shin.

Strong.

live.

Wu Wei gripped the talisman sword tightly, looked up at the heavy gloom of the western wilderness in the distance, his eyes filled with no fear, only a calm and unwavering determination.

Black Bone Demon Nest.

Child's head.

The nemesis.

He will go back sooner or later.

It's not an escape, it's a reckoning.

The wind whipped up the dust from the outer city, brushing against his blood-stained clothes.

The road ahead is dark, all evil lurks in the shadows, the top-level planning is fraught with undercurrents, and the curse of Heaven hangs over the head of every martial artist.

And he had just grasped the first sword that truly belonged to him.