Body command feeding world

As the morning light crept through the windowpane, the Yangyan Blood Essence within the small room on the third floor of the Ping'an Inn had already circulated for three cycles.

Wu Wei slowly finished his practice. The scab on the wound on his left shoulder fell off naturally, revealing new, smooth skin without a single scar. The heat from the Yangyan Bone Armor emanated from his bone marrow, nourishing his meridians and tempering his flesh. After just one night of rest, all the minor injuries from the previous bloody battle had healed completely. His aura was even more profound and weighty than when he handed over the mission the night before. His blood essence surged like a boiling spring, and his spear intent was hidden in his bones and blood, not revealed in the slightest but sharp and intimidating.

He rose and stretched his shoulders and neck, his bones cracking like shattered jade. His entire body felt completely at ease; the fatigue from last night's fierce battle with the Tiger Demon and the Demon Flower had long since been washed away by the power of Blood Essence and Shu's origin. Deep within his marrow sea, Shu's will was as steady as a rock. That unwavering aura, capable of suppressing the curse of the Heavenly Dao, acted like an invisible barrier, protecting his soul and origin, making his mind increasingly clear, and freeing him from any further bewilderment regarding the Heavenly Dao's curse.

Wu Wei quickly straightened his robes, carefully categorizing and concealing the evil treasures and pills bestowed upon him by the Evil Suppression Division the previous night, leaving only two high-grade evil treasures in his palm. He gently probed the treasures with his Yang Flame Blood Essence, slowly absorbing the pure evil power within and transforming it into nourishment for his own blood essence. His bone marrow trembled slightly, resonating gently with the primordial aura of the core. With each absorption, the compatibility between his blood, bone marrow, and marrow increased further.

His mind was as clear as a mirror.

To condense marrow artifacts, to quickly reach the pinnacle of blood and bone marrow, and to refine body tokens, mission rewards alone are far from sufficient. Top-grade evil treasures, the essence cores of high-level ferocious beasts, and remnants of their origin are the fastest resources for cultivation. The Western Wilderness Forest and the Valley of Evil Miasma outside Rock City are never ordinary forests—they are living graveyards soaked in yin evil, haunted by vengeful spirits, and abandoned by the Heavenly Dao. They are inexhaustible hunting grounds, but also perilous places where one wrong step will result in annihilation.

Pushing open the door, the inn's lobby downstairs was already bustling with activity. Most of the cultivators coming and going were hunters carrying weapons and exuding a murderous aura, discussing the recent appearances of ferocious creatures in the Western Wilderness, their words filled with apprehension. Wu Wei, without glancing to either side, went straight downstairs, paid for his room, slung his black iron spear across his back, and nimbly walked out of the inn, disappearing into the morning light.

At the outer city gate, the guards recognized him as the one who had handed over the Purple List mission the night before, and dared not stop him, letting him pass directly.

Leaving Rock City, the morning mist had not yet dissipated, but it was not ordinary moisture; rather, it was a pale black, malevolent fog, sticky and cold, carrying a stench of rotting earth and old blood. Inhaling it felt like an ice pick piercing one's lungs. The vegetation in the Western Wilderness was twisted and deformed, its branches blackened and curled, the edges of its leaves tinged with deathly gray. When the wind blew, it did not rustle, but rather emitted a series of faint, mournful sobs, as if countless vengeful spirits were crawling and whispering among the branches and leaves.

Ordinary cultivators need to circulate their blood essence to resist, but Wu Wei only felt his Yang Flame Blood Essence slightly boil, which blocked all the Yin Sha from his body. A slight warmth came from his bone marrow, and the original power of the Pivot spontaneously protected him, making him more and more sensitive to the evil spirits around him—not just their aura, but also their malice, resentment, crawling tracks, and claw shadows hidden in the ground.

Instead of heading straight for the tiger demon's lair from the previous night, he followed the faint yet bone-chilling traces of malevolent energy in the air and slowly walked into a dense forest. The malevolent energy here wasn't the strongest, but it was filthy, gloomy, and sticky. Every inch of air felt like it was soaked in corpse water. The soil underfoot was soft and black, sinking slightly with each step, revealing glimpses of half-dead bones, tattered clothing, and sticky, saliva-like traces left by some unknown malevolent spirit.

The forest was unusually quiet; there were no birdsong, no insect chirping, only the soft sound of flowing mist and the faint sounds of fingernails scratching tree bark and tongues licking the soil in the shadows.

Wu Wei did not stop walking. He quietly held the black iron spear in his palm, his index and middle fingers gripping the golden point one-third of the way down the shaft. His wrist was slightly lowered, and the spear tip pointed diagonally at the ground. He was like a solitary peak standing still, his aura blending with the evil mist in the forest, almost invisible.

At the same time, he flicked his fingertips, and a pale golden talisman light leaped from his palm, condensing into a talisman sword about an inch long and as sharp as frost, which hung at his side, trembling slightly, as if it were thirsty, or as if it were on guard.

The aura of the little white child gently emanated from the talisman sword. Though weak, it was clean, pure, and carried an aura that prevented evil spirits from getting close—precisely the nemesis that Yin Sha feared most.

The horizontal branch at the top of the tree suddenly slumped slightly.

A pair of pale, thin legs slowly drooped down, the tattered child's robes fluttered slightly in the wind, black hair covered the face, revealing only a section of the bluish-purple, cold chin, the corners of the mouth split to the ears, dripping sticky black saliva. A faint, mosquito-like cry, yet piercing to the soul, rang out, venomous and chilling, sending shivers down one's spine.

Almost simultaneously, the withered leaves on the ground exploded, and a crimson figure burst forth. Its entire body was covered in dark red, hard skin, its arms were unusually thick, its ten fingers were long and hook-like, and its claws gleamed with a poisonous black light. Every step it took left bloody marks in the soil, its pupils were blood-red, and a foul stench wafted through the air, carrying the ferocity of tearing raw flesh and gnawing on bone marrow.

From the deeper shadows, a slow, sticky scraping sound slowly approached.

A hunched figure crawled forward on all fours like a wild dog, its face half-undressed, drooping to one side, revealing dark red muscles and pale white teeth. One eyeball bulged out of its socket, swaying with each movement, while the other, a cloudy gray eye, was fixed on Wu Wei. With each step it took, blackish-red drops of blood dripped from its festering flesh, pattering onto the withered leaves. The vegetation instantly turned black and withered, and the soil was eroded into tiny pits. The stench of rotting flesh and years of blood mingled together, suffocating and oppressive.

The three mid-level evil spirits—one resentful, one fierce, and one cunning—quietly form a triangular encirclement.

The fog thickened, the light dimmed, and the temperature in the forest plummeted, the malice seeping into the very marrow like ice water.

Wu Wei remained expressionless, his eyes filled with only a chilling killing intent.

"Little White Boy".

He uttered two words softly.

The talisman sword beside him suddenly hummed, its golden light intensified, and it transformed into a streak of light that shot out so fast that only a golden trace remained. It was designed to destroy the resentful spirit, and upon contact, it ignited a pale golden talisman fire, burning the child's resentful shadow and causing it to scream shrilly, its spirit sizzling and smoking.

At the same instant, Wu and Wei moved.

The crimson shadow pounced first, its sharp claws tearing through the air, filling the nostrils with a foul stench.

Wu Wei neither dodged nor evaded. With a twist of his wrist, the Blazing Flame Spear pierced straight into his vital heart. The spear tip blazed with intense heat, and a pale golden halo exploded like a blazing sun. The scorching energy made the air hiss, and the sticky evil mist evaporated instantly.

"puff--"

The spear tip pierced the body, and the Yang Flame Blood Essence erupted, instantly burning through the hard skin and the demonic core. The ferocious demon only managed half a howl of pain before its body stiffened on the spot. Its crimson flesh rapidly turned black and withered, disintegrating inch by inch into ash, leaving only a dark red demonic core.

The talisman sword tightly bound the vengeful spirit, the golden fire burned ever brighter, and the child's cries grew increasingly mournful and weak.

Wu Wei shifted his feet, dodging the crawling, festering claws. He swept his spear horizontally, unleashing the power of the Burning Fiend Spear, and a wave of blazing fire pressed down upon it.

The crawling monster tumbled and dodged, black blood splattering everywhere. Its festering limbs sizzled under the blazing sun, the stench intensifying. Ignoring the excruciating pain, it opened its mouth and spewed out a cloud of grayish-black corpse gas, attempting to devour the blood, essence, and soul.

"Dispel illusions."

Wu Wei let out a cold shout, and the tip of his spear pierced the night like a cold star. His condensed blood essence was as sharp as a needle, and he aimed precisely at the intact, turbid gray eye—the very location of the evil core.

One shot dispels the mystery, another burns the corpse.

The yang flames surged into his body along the tip of the spear, completely igniting the corpse's aura from within. The black blood boiled, the rotting flesh melted away, and the prostrate body turned into a pool of foul-smelling black ash amidst murky howls, leaving only a pitch-black essence core imbued with the aura of the corpse.

At this moment, the talisman sword had already pierced the core of the vengeful spirit. Golden fire erupted, and the child's phantom instantly purified and dissipated, leaving no trace of its former glory.

In just over ten breaths, all three mid-level evil spirits were subdued and killed.

Clean, neat, and without any fuss.

Wu Wei sheathed his spear and stood there, his Yang Flame Blood Essence trembling slightly, cleansing his body of the stench of corpses and the chill of the underworld. The talisman sword flew back to his fingertips, its golden light receding, and the little white child's aura became stable, as if it had feasted on the evil spirits and was taking a short rest.

He bent down and picked up three mid-level evil essence cores, and then picked up two high-grade evil treasures from the ashes of the crimson evil energy dissipating—they had a refined aura and a faint spiritual light, and were the pure evil energy that was occasionally revealed in the depths of the Western Wilderness.

Not too many, not too few, exactly two.

He carefully put the evil treasure and the essence away from his body, and did not search further or delve deeper.

Today's hunt should be brief and to the point; resources are sufficient, so it's not advisable to be greedy or reckless.

Finding a sheltered and dry cliff face, Wu Wei sat cross-legged, took out a top-grade evil treasure, and slowly enveloped it with Yangyan Blood Essence. The bone-chilling cold was burned away, leaving only pure power flowing into his bone marrow.

The marrow sea trembled slightly, and the pivot's thoughts were calm and clear:

Only one more step is needed to condense the marrow artifact. At that time, we will be close to achieving the perfection of the Three Elements.

Wu Wei closed his eyes and nodded, his mind as calm as an abyss.

He doesn't need to indiscriminately kill and pile up treasures, nor does he need to bluff.

A gun, a sword, and a pivot are enough for me.

The Marrow Condensation Device repairs blood and bone marrow, suppresses curses, and breaks the Heavenly Dao.

Step by step, steadily and surely.

A moment later, he finished his practice, stood up, carried his spear on his back, concealed his talisman sword at his fingertips, and turned to slowly walk back towards Rock City.

The black mist in the forest still wailed, and the stench and chill lingered. But wherever he walked, the lingering warmth of the sun and the positive energy of the talisman fire temporarily suppressed the eerie and malevolent aura that filled the land.

The lone figure gradually faded into the distance, composed, resolute, and unhurried.

Slaughtering with moderation, accumulating treasures in essence, the marrow vessel is about to be formed, and the body's command can be expected.