Body command feeding world

The night in Qinglu Village was slightly cool. In Wu Wei's dilapidated wooden house, a pine oil lamp burned with a tiny flame, casting his shadow on the mottled wooden wall, which flickered with the gunshot.

The iron spear spun swiftly in his hands, the shaft whistling through the air, the Yang Flame Blood Essence at the spear tip condensing and remaining, transforming into a golden glimmer that flickered in the dim light. The lingering sensation of slaying Shadow Fiend still flowed through his meridians, and the instructions from the Pivot were imprinted in his mind like engravings. He was using that sense of clarity to hone the three spear techniques: Rending Flame, Burning Fiend, and Breaking Illusion, fusing the primal power flowing through his marrow with the Yang Flame Blood Essence and spear techniques into one.

Chopping, thrusting, flicking, sweeping—each move was solid and powerful, without a trace of embellishment. When the Flame-Splitting Spear thrust straight in, the golden light at the tip of the spear surged, and the yang flames surged along the shaft, even scorching a thin mark on the wooden wall; when the Burning Fiend Spear swept horizontally, the spear wind stirred the lamp flames, and a circle of pale golden flames rippled around its body, as if standing in the center of a raging fire; when the Illusion-Breaking Spear flicked, the golden light narrowed to its extreme, as fine as a silver needle, and it was able to accurately pierce the wooden splinter on the corner of the table, knocking it away while the flames did not dissipate, and then nailing it into the wooden wall.

The wick of the pine oil lamp crackled and popped. Wu Wei sheathed his spear and stood still, slightly out of breath, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, but his eyes were clear. Nourished by the power of the source, his bones became more and more resilient, and the circulation of his Yang Flame Blood Essence became smoother. His three spear techniques were no longer simply a combination of Earthly spear techniques and blood essence, but had gained a touch of agility that conformed to the rules of this world. The fiery energy at the tip of the spear could even faintly draw upon the sparse spiritual energy around him.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, leaned the iron spear against the wall, and sat cross-legged on the bed, the light of the pine oil lamp illuminating his serene face. After slaying the Shadow Fiend, he knew the dangers outside Qinglu Village were far more complex than those of low-level fiends. Shu's existence was his only window into the truth of this world. During the battle, Shu's precise perception of the fiends had further convinced him that this being, fused with resentment and fragments of origin, held the most crucial secret of this world.

"Shu," Wu Wei called softly in his mind, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable inquiry, "The Shadow Fiend has been eliminated. Besides the Fiend, what other unknown dangers lurk in this world?"

The sea of ​​consciousness was silent, with only the blurry light and shadow floating quietly. After a long while, the thought of Shu Wubo came, without any superfluous words, only the cold four words: "There are four great dangers in this world."

Wu Wei's eyes narrowed slightly, and he leaned forward a little: "What are the four great dangers?"

"Sha is the lowest, Jing is the third, Yi is the second, and Ye is the first." Shu's thoughts were clear and distinct, landing in the sea of ​​consciousness like metal striking stone. "The Sha you see is nothing more than the lowest level of evil in this world, nothing to be afraid of."

Wu Wei's heart skipped a beat. The Fiendish Evil was already so bizarre and troublesome; the Shadow Fiend was invisible; and the Little White Boy was cunning—yet these were only the lowest level of danger. What terrifying beings were the Spirit, the Blazing Fire, and the Fiend? He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and pressed on, "What is the meaning of these four characters in the vocabulary of my original world?"

He needs to use his understanding of Earth to pinpoint the dangers of this world in order to identify, avoid, and overcome them in advance on his future journey. This is the gunman's caution, and also a survival rule etched into his bones after his assassination attempt.

The light and shadow in his sea of ​​consciousness flickered slightly, as if sorting out the correspondence between the origin of this world and the vocabulary of Earth. After a moment, a cool and clear thought slowly came, dissecting the essence of these four dangers for him:

"Sha corresponds to the evil spirits and ghosts in your original world. They are formed from miasma, resentment, and dead things. They are born from cold and dampness and are the most easily generated filth in the world.

The spirits correspond to the mountain spirits and demons in your original world. They are formed from plants and beasts by absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. They are intelligent, good at hiding, know how to seek advantage and avoid harm, and some can even cultivate magic. They are more difficult to deal with than evil spirits.

Yi corresponds to the fierce and monstrous creatures in your original world. It is neither alive nor dead, neither evil nor spirit. It is formed from the malevolent energy of heaven and earth and has no fixed form. It burns mountains and boils seas, leaving no grass growing in its wake. It is extremely violent.

"The '䲜' corresponds to the world-destroying demonic flames of your original realm. It is the ultimate filth and defilement of this realm's origin, born from chaos, hidden in the rifts between realms, feeding on the life force of heaven and earth. It melts upon contact and dies upon sight, making it the most dangerous entity in this realm."

Every word carried a chilling aura, and even the light of the pine oil lamp seemed to dim slightly due to this coldness. Wu Wei sat on the bed, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the calluses on his palms, the four words and their corresponding explanations echoing repeatedly in his mind.

Evil spirits and demons, mountain spirits and monsters, fierce and strange creatures, and world-destroying demonic flames.

From the lowest level of evil spirits to the highest level of demons, the danger increases with each level. The Shadow Demon he killed at this moment was merely an ant at the lowest level of the Four Great Dangers, and this Qinglu Village, this seemingly remote mountain forest, might just be a corner of this dangerous world. Those spirits, demons, and demons might be hiding in some corner of the world, watching everything.

"Why only mention its name, but not its form or whereabouts?" Wu Wei pressed, his tone still calm, but the sharpness in his eyes was even greater.

Shu remained silent, the light and shadow in his sea of ​​consciousness returning to stillness, as if the explanation he had given was all he could reveal. No matter how Wu Wei called out to him in his sea of ​​consciousness, not a single thought came through. Only the wisp of primordial power that had merged into his dantian continued to slowly nourish his bone marrow, reminding him that the conversation he had just had was not an illusion.

Wu Wei remained silent for a long time, then slowly closed his eyes and began to circulate his Yang Flame Blood Essence once more. Within his meridians, the scorching blood essence intertwined and flowed with the slightly cool power of the source, sending a tingling, nourishing sensation through his bone marrow. His comprehension was constantly improving, and his understanding of the way of the spear and his perception of this world were gradually becoming clearer.

Shu's silence may be due to his incompleteness, the rules, or the timing not being right. But that is no longer important. What is important is that he has learned about the level of danger in this world and what terrifying beings he will face in the future.

If evil is the lowest, then I will first sweep away all evil spirits in the world and use them to sharpen my spear; if essence is the third, then I will cut essence and refine blood to strengthen my blood essence; if fire is the second, then I will use the spear to burn fire and forge my bones; if barbarian is the first, then I will use the spear to shatter barbarian and prove the three paths of my bone marrow!

Wu Wei suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of decisive ruthlessness flashing in them. It was the fearlessness of a spearman facing unknown dangers, the unwavering belief in the spear in his hand rather than in fate.

He rose, grasped the iron spear in the corner, the shaft initially cool to the touch, but quickly warmed under the infusion of Yangyan Blood Essence. The light from the pine oil lamp reflected on the spear tip, gleaming with a cold golden light, just like his gaze at that moment, resolute and sharp.

As the night deepened, the faint snores of Qinglu Village drifted in, while in the dilapidated wooden house, the shadows of guns flickered once more. The golden light of the sun pierced the gloom, the wind from the guns whipped the lamplight, and the sound of gun barrels cutting through the air echoed in the night, like a young man who, after learning of the dangers of the world, swore an oath with his gun and a pact with his blood, honing his sharpness in the cold night.

He knew the road ahead was long and fraught with danger; the four perils—Sha, Jing, Yi, and Ba—were like four towering mountains blocking his path in the art of the spear. But he was not afraid.

He has a gun in his hand, Yang Yan in his body, a pivot in his mind, and the source in his bone marrow.

Even if the four great dangers of this world are extremely fierce and the world is on the verge of destruction, Wu Wei's spear dares to fight them!

Sharpening his spear in the cold night, the tip reflecting the moon, a spearman's journey has just begun, and the four great dangers of this world will eventually become stepping stones under his spear, resources for him to prove the three paths of the marrow.