Body command feeding world

The night fog in the western wilderness was thick as ink, sticky and damp, its chill penetrating the skin. Wu Wei collected the spirit flower crystal, spear in hand, walking alone with steady steps. He had just recovered from the shock of the illusory flower demon's head, and his mind remained extremely tense, not daring to relax even for a moment.

The desolate forest was deathly silent, save for the whistling of the wind whistling through the branches. Occasionally, a few faint roars of beasts would drift by in the distance, vanishing in an instant, adding to the eeriness of the desolate forest. He kept his eyes straight ahead, heading only towards the location of the mission, with only one thing on his mind: to kill the evil spirits, seize the treasures, collect the top-grade evil treasures, and condense the marrow weapon.

He ignores all other trivial matters.

As they reached a bend in the cliff, the fog lifted slightly, revealing a slender figure huddled among the rocks, sobbing softly. Her clothes were torn, and her hair was disheveled and stuck to her cheeks, making her look pitiful and conspicuous in the desolate forest.

Hearing footsteps, the woman looked up abruptly, her eyes red and brimming with tears. Her voice was weak and trembling: "Young master... please save me... I got separated from my attendants and was chased by those fierce demons. My leg is injured, and I can't walk anymore..."

She raised her leg, her clothes torn and bleeding, looking pitiful and pathetic. Most people would have stopped to help her.

But Wu Wei didn't even pause in his steps.

Their gazes didn't linger for even a moment.

Within the Western Wilderness, weakness is a trap, and pleas are a death sentence. The more pitiful and eerie one appears, the closer one gets, the faster one dies. Having experienced the allure of illusionary flowers and bewitching spells, he has long seen through the treacherous ways of this place and will never give any evil spirits the chance to get close and disturb his spirit.

He walked straight ahead, gun in hand, without looking to the side, intending to pass her several feet away without a word or question, as if she were nothing.

The woman froze on the spot, her crying abruptly ceasing. A flicker of astonishment and malice flashed across her eyes, so quick it was almost an illusion.

Just as Wu and Wei were about to turn the corner and completely lose sight of that figure—

Deep within the marrow sea, Shu's will suddenly tightened, devoid of superfluous emotion, a clear and alert thought piercing straight into his soul:

Stop. There's something strange going on. Follow it.

It was an extremely faint, almost nonexistent fluctuation, neither malevolent nor demonic nor spiritual, ancient and obscure, like an undercurrent that had slumbered for eternity, slowly emanating from the depths of the dense forest behind the woman, intermittent yet precisely stirring the deepest senses within her.

Wu Wei suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He and Shu were of one mind; there was no need for further questions, only trust. This aura was no ordinary thing, nor did it belong to any common malevolent spirit. It was hidden yet carried an irresistible pull.

He closed his eyes briefly, suppressed his impatience, and slowly turned around.

His eyes were cold and indifferent, devoid of any pity, only filled with wariness and scrutiny.

Seeing him turn around, the woman immediately resumed her tearful state, choking out, "Young master, you're willing to help me... Thank you so much... It's not far ahead..."

Wu Wei remained silent, raised his gun and pointed it diagonally at the ground, his voice flat: "Lead the way."

A hint of smugness flashed in the woman's eyes. She pushed herself up and limped into the thick fog. Her steps seemed unsteady, but her speed was not slow at all. She always kept a distance of several feet from him, neither running away nor getting close, leading him deeper into the fog.

Wu Wei followed closely behind, his Yangyan Bone Armor slightly hot, his blood essence contained within, and his talisman sword pressed against his chest, ready for action. He could clearly see that the "bloodstains" on the woman's legs were dark and stagnant, definitely not the blood of a living person, but more like smears of putrid pulp.

Changying.

I already understand.

Deep into the dense forest, the fog was so thick that one could hardly see their hand in front of their face. The withered trees were twisted like ghostly shadows, and the decaying leaves were as thick as rotting corpses, making no sound when stepped on.

The woman in front suddenly stopped.

He slowly turned around.

That delicate and beautiful face faded away inch by inch.

His eye sockets cracked, his mouth was torn, and a dark shadow writhed beneath his skin. Instantly, he turned ashen and stiff, his eyes rolled back, his tongue was half-stretched, and an aura of death and malevolence suddenly erupted around him.

It's not human at all.

It is a malevolent spirit that is controlled by evil spirits and leads people into a trap.

"Hehehe... Finally here... Fresh flesh and blood..."

The shrew shrieked as it pounced out, its ten fingers stretching out like claws, pitch black and sharp, aiming straight for the face, as fast as a ghost!

Wu Wei was prepared. Instead of retreating, he advanced. With a flick of his wrist, the Xuan Tie spear shot out. With the secret blessing of the Shu, his understanding of spear techniques instantly soared. His thrust was simple, sharp, and deadly, without any fancy moves.

puff-

The spear tip pierced through the body.

The monstrous creature trembled, its eerie laughter abruptly ceased, and in an instant, it withered and turned black, turning into ashes that scattered into the thick fog.

One strike to kill.

Clean and neat.

But Wu Wei did not feel relieved at all; instead, the hair on his body stood on end, and his back felt icy cold.

Only after Changsha died did the true terrifying pressure descend.

roar--!!

A deafening tiger's roar exploded, the sound waves scattering the thick fog, causing withered branches to fall with a rustling sound, and the earth to tremble. A fierce, brutal, ancient, and man-eating pressure swept in like a tsunami, far surpassing the Coffin Mountain Zombie Fiend and the Illusion Flower Demon Skull, directly approaching the level of the Fiend Head!

Wu Wei suddenly looked up.

Where the fog broke, a giant tiger slowly emerged from the darkness.

It stood over ten feet tall, its fur as black as ink, stained with dried, dark red scabs. Beneath the fur, the flesh was rotten, revealing white, stubbled bone. Its eyes were not beastly pupils, but two clusters of eerie green flames, burning incessantly, staring straight into the heart. Its mouth stretched to its ears, its fangs crisscrossing like knives, dripping foul-smelling saliva, causing the ground to hiss and steam.

The scariest thing is—

It has no royal markings on its forehead; instead, there is a half-fused, distorted human face with blurred features, howling in pain, coexisting with the tiger's body. When the tiger moves, the face moves, howling and roaring together.

Tiger Demon.

They live by eating people and kill cultivators to nourish themselves. All those they kill are turned into their accomplices, who guide them, hunt them, and send them to their deaths.

This is the true overlord of this desolate forest.

"Humans... dare to kill my accomplices..."

The tiger demon spoke in a human voice, a mixture of tiger roars and human cries, eerie and piercing: "Today, you cannot leave..."

With a powerful push of its four limbs, the earth cracked open, and a gigantic black claw, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, slammed down! Where the claw's wind passed, withered trees snapped in half, and the mist was torn apart, leaving a dark trail in its wake!

Wu Wei dared not take the attack head-on, and retreated rapidly, using his spear to block!

clang--!!

The force of the impact was so great that it felt as if he had been hit by a heavy stone. His tiger's mouth split open, blood seeped out, and he was sent flying several feet away. He crashed into a dead tree before barely landing, his chest churning and his blood surging backward.

Its strength was almost on par with that of a child.

The tiger demon pressed closer and closer, its eerie green flames relentlessly pursuing the prey. Every step its festering body took was suffocating, and the human face on its forehead howled incessantly, its voice piercing straight to the soul.

Wu Wei took a deep breath, suppressed his injuries, and no longer held back.

He suddenly reached into his robes with his left hand and pulled out the Qingyun Sect's Supreme Yang Talisman Sword.

Om-!

Golden light surged forth, piercing the darkness, and the supreme yang energy spread out, burning away evil spirits and illuminating the ferocious and terrifying body of the tiger demon.

The tiger roared in fury, extremely wary of the supreme yang talisman power, yet still fearless of death, it pounced forward, its giant claws, fangs, and the human face on its forehead simultaneously unleashing yin energy, transforming into a pitch-black demonic claw that grabbed at Wu Wei!

"die!"

Wu Wei roared, secretly intensifying his spear intent. The Yangyan Bone Armor shone brightly. With spear and sword as one, man and spear became one. The talisman sword cleared the way, and the spear tip followed. He charged forward fiercely, risking his life for another!

The talisman sword cleaved through the black demon, golden light scorching the tiger's body with a sizzling sound and billowing black smoke.

The black iron spear pierced through the claw wind, aiming straight for the junction of the tiger demon's throat and the human face—its only vital point!

The tiger demon struggled frantically, its giant claws sweeping across and slamming into Wu Wei's left shoulder!

click-

A faint cracking sound came from the bone, followed by excruciating pain.

Wu Wei gritted his teeth and refused to back down, thrusting the spear tip deep into the ground, while the talisman sword slashed horizontally in the same direction!

A burst of golden light erupted!

roar--!!

The extremely shrill screams, the tiger's roar and the man's weeping, were simultaneously silenced.

The over ten-foot-tall, jet-black tiger body crashed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then fell into complete stillness. The eerie green ghost fire went out, and the human face on its forehead slowly melted away, turning into a pool of foul-smelling black blood.

The oppressive aura dissipated.

Wu Wei knelt on one knee, his left shoulder throbbing with pain, his robes soaked in blood. He was panting heavily, his hand holding the gun trembling slightly, but he remained vigilant until he was sure that Hu Xiao was completely dead before he slowly relaxed.

He stood up, propped himself up with his spear, and walked to the tiger demon's corpse. He used his talisman sword to pry open its festering head and chest, revealing a jet-black, condensed tiger-shaped essence core radiating pure malevolent energy, its quality comparable to a top-grade malevolent treasure.

Wu Wei bent down, picked it up, and put it in his pocket.

And at the very moment the sperm nucleus leaves the body—

A pale golden, warm, ancient, and intangible aura slowly emanated from the depths of the tiger demon's corpse, like morning mist meeting the wind, gently swirling and penetrating directly into Wu Wei's brow, reaching his marrow.

There was no physical object, no ball of light, no fragments.

There is only one pure, ancient, and homologous energy fluctuation.

The pivot trembled slightly deep within his soul, emitting a calm and tranquil hum. Like dew after a long drought, the aura was silently absorbed, dissolved, and assimilated, making his entire marrow sea more transparent, condensed, and stable. Even the movement of blood and bones became lighter.

Wu Wei closed his eyes and quietly felt the subtle transformation within his body, and the intense pain in his left shoulder seemed to be gently soothed.

He didn't say much, nor did he need to ask any more questions.

All you need to know is that this invisible aura is crucial to him and to Shu.

The desolate forest remained dark, and the fog remained cold and gloomy.

But his journey must continue.

Killing spirit.

Treasure hunt.

Marrow congealing.

Survive.

He stood up, his back straight as a spear, and walked forward, his solitary figure once again disappearing into the boundless night of the western wilderness.