Body command feeding world

A pale dawn broke on the horizon, and a cool morning mist enveloped the low, scattered houses outside the city of Pan Shi.

Wu Wei dragged his wounded body back slowly from the direction of the Western Wilderness. His black iron spear hung diagonally behind him, his robes were torn in many places, and bloodstains on his left shoulder soaked half of his sleeve. His face was slightly pale, but his back was still straight and his steps were steady, showing no sign of dishevelment or dejection.

After a night of bloody battle, slaying the zombies, killing the demon flowers, killing the tiger demons, and destroying the cougars, he experienced several life-or-death situations. Although he was slightly injured, his aura was more refined and solid than before he entered the mountain. His spear intent was restrained, and his blood essence was stable. He was like a sharp sword with its edge hidden in its sheath, its sharpness not exposed, but it was even more intimidating.

Instead of returning directly to the inn, he first went to the outer city office of the Zhenxie Division to complete the handover of the Purple List mission.

The guards at the yamen, seeing him return covered in blood and exuding a murderous aura, and carrying a purple talisman, dared not delay and quickly led him inside for verification. The cultivator in charge of the mission examined the tiger demon's core and the demonic flower's spirit core he had submitted, and his expression subtly changed—these were all evidence of ferocious creatures found only in high-risk areas, enough to prove that he had not only completed the mission but had also ventured deep into deadly territory, slaying a ferocious beast that even ordinary high-level martial artists feared.

The reward was immediately issued, including a mid-grade evil treasure, marrow-tempering pills, and a sufficient amount of spirit rice. An additional merit was recorded and added to the records of the Demon-Suppressing Division in the outer city. Wu Wei accepted the reward, remained silent, and turned to leave, his demeanor calm and indifferent throughout, showing neither joy nor sorrow.

For him, these were merely provisions for his journey, far from enough to make him linger.

After leaving the government office, he slowly returned to the Ping An Inn, declined the owner's concerned greetings, and went straight back to his small room on the third floor. He closed the doors and windows tightly, set up a simple soundproof array to isolate himself from all external interference.

He sat cross-legged, first circulating his blood essence to slowly heal the laceration on his left shoulder with the heat of the Yangyan Bone Armor, and then taking out and counting all the gains he had made that night.

Two top-grade evil treasures lay quietly in his palm, their auras refined and pure; the tiger demon's core was jet black and warm, its value no less than that of a top-grade treasure; mid-grade evil treasures and pills were piled aside, enough to sustain him for a period of time. More importantly, the invisible, intangible, ancient, and warm primordial aura emanating from the tiger demon's corpse had completely merged into his marrow sea, silently absorbed by Shu, giving his soul and bone marrow an unprecedented sense of clarity and stability.

The injury is not serious; it will heal in just one or two days of rest.

Wu Wei slowly closed his eyes, completely immersing his mind in the depths of his marrow sea, and softly called out:

"pivot."

As soon as he finished speaking, a thought that was gentler, clearer, and more composed than ever before flowed slowly from the deepest part of his soul, carrying a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment, as if a long-dormant part had been quietly awakened.

After absorbing that primordial aura, Shu's existence became noticeably more solid.

Wu Wei waited quietly, without asking any questions or urging him.

He and Shu had long been of one mind, and he knew that if the other party made any unusual moves, it must be because he had something of great importance to tell him.

After a moment of silence, Shu's thoughts were no longer simple warnings and guidance, but rather carried a weighty and unwavering weight that transcended eternity, each word clearly penetrating the depths of his mind.

"I absorbed that primordial energy and regained some of my lost senses and memories."

"I know everything about the Martial Body Master, the Body Token, and the five layers of the Heavenly Dao Curse."

Wu Wei's mind focused slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, a trace of solemnity flashing across them.

Body command, curse, martial body mastery—this is the path he is destined to take in the future, a death trap hanging over the heads of all peak martial artists. The five layers of curse are all dangerous, and one wrong step will lead to destruction. Even figures like the Master of the Evil Suppression Division and Elder Qingyun can only barely endure it, and every step is fraught with danger.

He had already prepared himself for a near-death experience.

But then, the thought that Shu transmitted was like a thunderclap, instantly freezing him and causing a huge upheaval in his mind.

"If one day you achieve perfect cultivation of blood, bone marrow, and marrow, condense the Body Token, and step into the realm of Martial Body Master."

"I can help you."

Wu Wei's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "How can we help?"

Shu's will was calm and firm, carrying an undeniable power, as he slowly uttered the words that were enough to overturn all his understanding:

"I can suppress the curse for you."

"I can withstand most of the erosion of the five levels of Heavenly Dao trials for you, stabilizing your physical body, blood essence, mind, and soul from collapsing."

"It will help you quickly overcome the layers of curses and safely reach the pinnacle of your body's power, without suffering the torment of body decay, starvation, confusion, and the dissipation of evil influences."

boom--!

Wu Wei was jolted violently, as if struck by lightning. His cross-legged body swayed slightly, and for the first time, his eyes showed undisguised shock and disbelief.

He was never one to lose his composure easily.

Unmoved by the brink of life and death, unfazed by precious treasures, undaunted by treacherous spirits, and neither humbled nor arrogant when pressured by two powerful martial arts masters.

But at this moment, he was truly shocked.

So shocked that my mind trembled, so shocked that my blood was slightly disordered, so shocked that I could hardly believe what I was "hearing".

Suppress the curse.

He took the brunt of Heaven's backlash for him.

It helps him quickly pass the five tests, stabilize and solidify the order, and prevent it from decaying, becoming chaotic, or turning into evil.

What does this mean?

This means that the cursed predicament that all martial artists fear, regard as a death trap, and dare not easily set foot in for their entire lives is no longer an unsolvable dead end for him.

This means he doesn't have to endure the torment of his blood turning black, his body rotting, his aversion to ordinary food, and his delirium, nor does he have to face the ultimate fear of being assimilated into the evil energy and becoming a malevolent spirit.

This means that the path to the summit, fraught with abyss and despair, has been forcibly transformed into a safe and smooth route.

The Lord of the Exorcism Bureau was cursed; his body was rotting and his aura was foul.

Elder Qingyun lives in seclusion in the inner city, and is in seclusion year-round, so he dares not use his full strength easily.

Every martial arts user was struggling to survive the corrosive effects of the curse, walking on thin ice.

And he, Wu Wei.

There is a pivot.

It was able to suppress the curse and pass the test of Heaven.

This is more than just a stroke of luck; it's the confidence to defy fate and change one's destiny.

Wu Wei took a deep breath, then another, repeating this several times before barely managing to suppress the violent tremors deep within his soul. His fingertips tightened slightly, and his voice carried a hint of barely suppressed dryness:

"Are you... telling the truth?"

Shu's thoughts remained completely undisturbed, filled only with absolute certainty and peace of mind, gently resonating within his marrow:

"We are bound by fate, sharing both glory and ruin."

"That primordial aura is the very reason why I can suppress the rules of Heaven and stabilize your soul and body."

"As long as I continue to find similar auras, I will grow stronger and stronger, and my help to you will become greater and greater."

"Just focus on your cultivation, perfect your blood, bones, and marrow, and condense the Body Refinement Token."

"curse."

"I'll carry it."

These three simple words carry immense weight, yet remain as stable as a mountain.

Wu Wei closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

As the morning light gradually brightened outside the window, it streamed into the room through the windowpane, landing on his pale yet resolute profile.

He once thought that his path would be a solitary one, struggling forward amidst blood and evil, life and death, curses and trials, with every step fraught with thorns and a near-death experience.

He once thought that one day, he would also be like those martial arts practitioners, enduring the putrid smell of decay, suffering from delirium, and struggling on the edge of transformation.

He once thought that the so-called peak was about exchanging life for strength, humanity for power, and depravity for immortality.

But now, Kaname tells him—

No need to.

The curse, someone else will bear it for him.

When Heaven puts him to the test, someone will shield him.

All he needs to do is move forward, become stronger, and survive.

Shi Meng risked his life to protect him as he went.

Elder Qingyun bestowed upon him a talisman to slay the evil spirits.

Shu is willing to suppress the curse of Heaven and pave a safe path to the peak for him.

Wu Wei slowly opened his eyes. The shock in his eyes had long since faded, replaced by an unprecedented brightness, determination, and burning vitality.

The confusion has dissipated.

All worries disappeared.

The road ahead may be long, the evil spirits may be fierce, the ways of Heaven may be cruel, and the curses may be severe.

But he was no longer alone.

"it is good."

He uttered only one word, simple, clean, yet carrying immense weight.

There was no excessive gratitude, no empty vows.

Only one silent promise—

He will keep going.

The three cultivations of blood, bone marrow, and marrow have been completed.

Condensing the body's power.

Step into the realm of Martial Arts Master.

Let the protection of the pivot be meaningful.

May all those who have given for him, sacrificed for him, and paved the way for him live up to his expectations.

Inside the small house, there was no more sound.

The morning light is gentle, and the warmth gradually deepens.

Wu Wei closed his eyes again, circulated his blood essence, and focused on healing his injuries. The Yangyan Bone Armor slowly shimmered with light, and within his marrow sea, Shu's aura was calm and serene, like the most solid support, quietly protecting his path of cultivation.

The road ahead is vast and boundless, impervious to all laws.

Even when cursed, there are obstacles to overcome.

His path changed from that moment on.