Body command feeding world

(Happy Junior High 3)

The small room on the third floor of Ping An Inn became Wu Wei's secluded training ground for honing his spear skills.

The doors and windows were always tightly shut, allowing only a sliver of light to penetrate. The floor inside was riddled with gunshot wounds of varying depths, the bluestone was cracked, and the wooden pillars were charred black. The air always carried the scorching heat of the Yang Flame Blood Essence, the profound weight of the Bone Marrow Source, and the chilling aura emanating from the Twin-Edged Marrow Weapons. A month passed slowly, like sand slipping through fingers. There were no earth-shattering breakthroughs, no clamor of bloody battles, only day after day of dedicated refinement and silent, steady progress in the Three Elements.

Wu Wei stood in the room, his double-edged spear held horizontally in his palm. The black and gold-plated shaft was as still as water, the two equally long blades concealing a cold glint, revealing not a trace of killing intent. His eyes were slightly closed, his breathing long and even, each exhale resonating with his bone marrow, synchronized with his blood essence, and echoing with his bone essence. The three forces of blood, bone, and marrow flowed slowly within his body like three streams from the same source, neither conflicting nor harming each other, nourishing one another, gradually strengthening his foundation, and slowly climbing towards a higher realm.

"Sink your shoulders, drop your elbows, let the power originate from your waist, penetrate your marrow, run through your bones, and ignite your blood."

Shu's voice was gentle and steady, like the low tolling of an ancient bell, resonating deep within Wu Wei's soul. Every word of guidance precisely struck the point of his power circulation, without the slightest deviation. After refining his marrow and transforming it into a weapon, the connection between Shu and him became even closer. The primordial aura was like a second layer of his soul, constantly protecting his meridians and bone marrow, making his cultivation path smooth and unobstructed. He only needed to focus on honing his skills and solidifying his foundation.

Wu Wei did as instructed, gripping the handle of the marrow artifact with one hand, his body slightly lowered, his feet crushing the dust on the ground, and his waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force. A fierce and unparalleled power exploded from the spinal marrow, traveled up along the bone meridians, passed through the shoulders and elbows, and finally poured into the front of the double-edged marrow artifact.

The Yangyan Blood Essence ignited instantly, and pale golden flames surged and danced along the gilded patterns on the spear shaft. The tip of the spearhead burst forth with a flame more than an inch long, piercing the air with a sharp, whistling sound. There were no superfluous moves; it was just the most basic thrust, yet it condensed the heat of the blood essence, the hardness of the bone essence, and the innate power of the marrow weapon. The three combined to create a power more than ten times greater than it had been a month ago.

Wherever the spear tip passed, the air was scorched and distorted, and the bluestone on the ground was pressed into a ring of fine cracks by the force of the spear. The remaining force struck the talisman array on the wall, stirring up a slight ripple of golden light, but it did not break the array in the slightest. Wu Wei's control over power had reached a level of complete mastery.

"receive."

As the word "shu" fell, Wu Wei lightly twisted his wrist, and the twin-edged sword suddenly retracted, its tip condensing without being released. The flames instantly subsided, and all the power was drawn back into the spear shaft and his body, not a single bit was lost. His figure was as steady as a rock, his breath as calm as ever, not even his breathing became disordered, as if that domineering spear strike just now was as easy as raising a hand to brush away dust.

During that month, he did not step out of the inn. Apart from visiting the resettlement home affiliated with the Zhenxie Division once a day to see Ya Ya, who was being well taken care of, he spent all his time honing his gun skills and refining his three elements under Shu's guidance.

Taking care of Ya Ya became the only source of warmth in his monotonous cultivation.

The shelter was located on the west side of the outer city branch of the Evil Suppression Division. It was a place specifically for the orphans of the Evil Hunters and homeless children. It was heavily guarded, with a faint evil aura, and was purified by talismanic power, making it warm and safe. Since being rescued by him, Ya Ya had been recuperating here. The little girl was weak, but exceptionally well-behaved. Every time she saw Wu Wei, she would rush over with her short legs, hug his legs tightly, look up at him with her little face, her eyes curving into crescents, and call out "Uncle" in a soft voice.

Wu Wei rarely spoke. He simply squatted down, gently patted her head, and handed her a Cleansing Pill that he had kept close to his body and nurtured with Yang Flame Blood Essence. Watching her swallow it in small sips, her complexion gradually turning rosy, was enough for him. He dared not linger, fearing that the evil energy he carried might taint her. Each time he stayed, he would only stay for half an incense stick's time before turning and leaving to return to his hut to continue his seclusion.

Even if it was just a brief encounter, that faint warmth was enough to help him endure the tedious grinding, the hidden pain of being tempered to the bone, and to hold onto the last bit of tenderness in his heart.

Ya Ya is his weakness, but also his core principle.

In terms of cultivation, the three elements of blood, bone, and marrow have made steady progress at a visible rate during this month.

The blood essence became increasingly condensed and intense, the power of the Yang Flame was pure and unadulterated, and its power to burn away evil and destroy evil was even greater than before. With just a trace of blood essence, it could burn away the Yin and evil power of ordinary mid-level evil creatures. Healing, tempering the body, and amplifying the power of the spear were all done with ease and as easily as using one's own limbs.

The bone essence armor becomes increasingly thick and tough. Without deliberate activation, it can emerge from the bone marrow and form a layer of light golden bone armor phantom on the body surface. It is as fine as scales and as hard as steel. It can withstand the claws and bites of evil creatures below the third rank and resist the slashing and impact of ordinary magic weapons. It combines offense and defense and becomes stronger the more it is refined.

The connection between the weapon and him became increasingly inseparable, the gilded patterns on the double-edged spear became brighter, the blades at both ends became sharper, the weight, balance, and feel were perfect to the extreme, one hand was nimble and two hands were domineering, long-range attack, close combat, switching, and reincarnation were all without any awkwardness, truly achieving "the spear is the man, and the man is the spear".

His double-edged spear technique has been honed to a state of perfect harmony and clarity.

The long-range attack is like a dragon piercing the sun, a single spear piercing the wind, capable of penetrating enemies ten feet away; the blood essence ignites the blade, making it indestructible.

The Twin Dragons Slashing the Moon technique in close combat involves both blades striking simultaneously, parrying forward and slashing backward, a close-quarters strangulation attack that is flawless.

His core technique involves seamless repetition and switching between near and far, alternating between one hand and two, and between front and rear guards in an endless cycle. Each move is deadly, and below the level of cultivators, almost no one can withstand three of his attacks.

Every time he drew his spear, he was tempering his three elements; every time he sheathed his spear, he was solidifying his foundation; every time he visited Ya Ya, he was strengthening his resolve.

Wu Wei knew very well that although he had now condensed a marrow weapon and stepped into the threshold of the Weapon Condensation Realm, only one step away from becoming a third-tier martial artist, it was still not enough. The ferocity of the Western Wilderness, the undercurrents of Rock City, the powerful enemies of the future, the guardians on his shoulders... everything was forcing him to be faster, stronger, and more stable. He had to achieve the perfection of the Three Elements as soon as possible in order to truly protect those he wanted to protect and to gain a foothold in this chaotic world.

Shu never spoke much, but always stayed by his side, correcting him when his power went astray, protecting him when he suffered from bone marrow pain, and calming him when his mind was in turmoil, like an eternal light illuminating his dark path of cultivation.

"That's enough for today." Shu's voice slowly rang out. "Your three elements have been refined enough, and your spear skills have been honed to a high level. Too much is as bad as too little. Come with me out of the city, take a walk, feel the malevolent energy of heaven and earth, and stabilize your mind."

Wu Wei nodded slightly, carefully tucked the double-edged sword close to his body, concealing the blades beneath his robes, revealing no sign of its sharpness. He quickly straightened his robes, wiped away the lingering warmth from the gunshot wounds in the room, and pushed open the door that had been tightly closed for a month.

Outside the door, the sunlight was dazzling, and the noise of people filled the air. The stagnant atmosphere of the month-long seclusion was instantly dispelled by the hustle and bustle of the outer city.

On the streets, hunters hurried to and fro, vendors hawked their wares, and the hammers of weapon shops clanged and clattered. The air was still thick with the stench of blood and malevolent energy, but there was a greater sense of restlessness and unease than a month ago. The faces of the passing cultivators were mostly tinged with a hidden gravity, and they spoke in hushed tones. Occasionally, when words like "Western Wilderness," "Black Bone Fiend Nest," or "abnormal activity" were mentioned, they would quickly fall silent, their eyes filled with panic.

Wu Wei frowned almost imperceptibly.

He could clearly sense that the entire outer city of Rock City was shrouded in an invisible oppression, like the oppressive atmosphere before a storm. The air was so thick that it was hard to breathe, the flow of malevolent energy became chaotic, and the atmosphere between heaven and earth carried a faint... aura of destruction.

Shu's thoughts also darkened slightly at this moment: "Something's not right. The evil energy of heaven and earth is in chaos. In the direction of the Black Bone Fiend Nest in the Western Wilderness, a great terror is awakening and a great calamity is approaching."

Wu Wei didn't ask any further questions. He walked steadily toward the outer city gate. He wanted to go out for a walk, to feel the changes in the atmosphere of the Western Wilderness, and also wanted to visit Ya Ya at the resettlement home to make sure she was safe and sound.

As we traveled, our restlessness and anxiety became increasingly apparent.

The monks on the street stopped talking and laughing loudly, the weapon shop owner closed up shop early, the diners in the inn left in a hurry, and even the mercenaries who were usually domineering restrained their violent aura, walking hurriedly with wary eyes, as if something terrible was about to happen.

Wu Wei suppressed his unease, walked to the outside of the resettlement home, and took a look from afar.

Children were laughing and playing in the courtyard, bathed in warm light. The guards remained strict. Ya Ya was sitting on the stone steps, playing with a small wildflower, completely unharmed.

His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, eased slightly. He then turned around and walked towards the outer city gate.

He was going to the city gate to check the malevolent energy outside the city and to see what kind of anomalies had occurred in the direction of the Black Bone Fiend Nest.

But as soon as they reached the vicinity of the city gate, a strong, pungent smell of blood hit them, making their chests feel heavy.

Beneath the city gate, the warriors who usually stood guard were already pale-faced, frozen in place, their spears clattering to the ground, their eyes glazed, their faces filled with terror, as if they had seen a ghost, their whole bodies trembling, unable to utter a word.

Inside and outside the city gate, the cultivators, merchants, and common people who were coming and going all stopped in their tracks, forming a circle, not daring to breathe, their faces filled with fear and bewilderment, their whispers buzzing, yet they dared not speak loudly, the oppressive atmosphere like dark clouds shrouding the city gate.

Wu Wei paused, his eyes darkening slightly, and pushed through the crowd to look towards the city gate.

Inside the city gate, a figure covered in blood was seen crawling laboriously toward the city.

The man was dressed in a black brocade robe embroidered with the exclusive evil-suppressing emblem of the Evil-Suppressing Division. His robe was already soaked in blood and tattered. His exposed skin was covered with deep wounds that revealed the bone, including claw marks, bite marks, and festering sores caused by highly venomous corrosion. Blood dripped continuously from his fingertips, the corners of his clothes, and his hair, forming a small stream of blood on the ground. The pungent smell of blood emanated from this man.

With each step he took, he exerted all his strength, his bones cracking under the strain. His breath was extremely weak, his soul teetering on the brink of collapse, yet he still crawled towards the city gate with astonishing willpower, leaving a long, gruesome trail of blood behind him. The scabbard of his marrow-bound weapon, hanging at his waist, was broken, revealing half of its blood-stained blade. The blade was as black as ink, its malevolent aura dissipated, clearly damaged in the battle—it was his natal marrow-bound weapon, the Black Bone Demon-Slaying Blade.

Finally, he climbed to the threshold of the city gate, but could no longer hold on. His body went limp, and he collapsed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of blood.

The gatekeeper remained frozen in place, his eyes glazed over, his face filled with disbelief, his lips trembling, unable to utter a sound for a long time.

Because they recognized this person.

I recognized the black brocade robe, the evil-suppressing emblem, and even more so, this face, though bloodied and mangled, still dignified.

Chu Cang, the commander of the inner gate of Pan Shi City's Evil Suppression Division!

Who is Chu Cang?

That was a true top figure in Rock City, a third-tier martial artist, a top expert who had already condensed and transformed his weapon. His Black Bone Demon-Slaying Blade was incredibly powerful. He had guarded the inner hall of the Demon-Suppressing Division for decades and had killed countless high-level demonic creatures. In the entire Rock City, he was a figure whose every move could shake the city. He was a towering mountain that countless demon hunters looked up to and a pillar of stability protecting the city.

A third-tier martial artist, a powerful cultivator at the Condensation Realm, possesses a formidable physical body, a stable soul, and an incredibly powerful marrow-based weapon. Even when facing high-level evil spirits, he can retreat unscathed, and ordinary ferocious creatures cannot even get close to him.

But now, this once high and mighty commander of the palace guards is covered in blood, critically wounded and on the verge of death. Like a stray dog, he crawls into the outer city of Rock City, collapses at the city gate, and is on the verge of death.

How is that possible?

What on earth happened?!

The crowd was deathly silent; even breathing became faint. Everyone was stunned by this upheaval, and immense fear poured over them like ice water, leaving them feeling cold all over.

If a third-tier martial artist and a weapon-condensing expert can be injured like this, then just how terrifying is the opponent?

What exactly happened to the Black Bone Demon Nest that could have brought such a person to such a state?

Is Rock City doomed?

Bewilderment, fear, unease, and despair spread like a tide through the crowd, making it hard to breathe, and the oppressive feeling in the world instantly reached its peak.

Wu Wei stood at the edge of the crowd, his eyes cold and his mind tense. His blood essence, bone essence, and marrow trembled slightly at the same time, and the original aura of his core tightened instantly, as if facing a formidable enemy.

He could clearly sense that the residual aura within Chu Cang's body was not caused by the injury from a cultivator, but by the erosion of an extremely violent, extremely sinister, and extremely terrifying evil force. That evil force far surpassed any high-level evil creature he had ever seen, as if it came from the abyss of hell, carrying the will to destroy and devour everything. Even if only a trace remained, it made his bones feel a chill.

Chu Cang lay on the ground, struggling to lift his bloodied and mangled head. His cloudy eyes looked at the gatekeeper who stood frozen in place. With his last ounce of strength, he opened his cracked lips and let out a hoarse, weak roar, filled with endless urgency and fear:

"Quickly...quickly go to the Suppression Bureau...report...the Black Bone Fiend Nest...a great change...I led twelve elite scout teams to investigate...the entire army was wiped out...only I am left...quickly...seal off the city...on high alert...a great...disaster...is imminent..."

Before he could finish speaking, his head lolled to the side, and he lost consciousness completely. His soul fell into a deathly stillness, with only faint breathing remaining to prove that he was still alive.

Almost the instant he lost consciousness, several powerful auras pierced through the air from within the city, flashing with profound light and exuding a chilling aura. These were high-ranking deacons and cultivators from the Zhenxie Division. Upon seeing Chu Cang lying in a pool of blood, along with his broken marrow weapon sheath, their expressions changed drastically. Without daring to delay for even a moment, they immediately stepped forward, carefully lifted Chu Cang, enveloped him in profound light, and turned to rush towards the Zhenxie Division's headquarters within the inner city at an extreme speed, not daring to linger for even a moment.

From beginning to end, there was not a single explanation, not a single word of reassurance, only hurried footsteps, a heavy atmosphere, and an extreme sense of panic.

The crowd erupted in chaos, yet dared not raise their voices. They could only murmur amongst themselves, their fear spreading like a plague throughout the outer city and even the entire Rock City.

"Commander of the Palace Guard... has Lord Chu become like this?"

"A third-tier martial artist, at the Weapon Condensation Realm! All twelve elite warriors perished, leaving only him..."

"Completely wiped out... What on earth could possibly be capable of wiping out the elite forces of the Demon Suppression Division?"

"It's over...it's really over..."

The buzzing of voices was filled with despair and bewilderment. Everyone felt that a cataclysmic disaster, capable of destroying the entire Rock City, was brewing deep within the Black Bone Fiend Nest and was rapidly approaching the city.

Wu Wei stood in the crowd, silent and motionless, gazing quietly at the direction of the surging black mist in the western wilderness. His eyes were as cold as iron, and the uneasy premonition in his heart grew stronger, like a boulder pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

Shu's thoughts resounded with unparalleled solemnity deep within his marrow, carrying an unprecedented seriousness and repression:

"The seal on the Black Bone Fiend Nest has shattered, and the fiend horde has mutated, far exceeding any previous fiend tide."

"The fact that Chu Cang's entire team was killed in battle, and he was the only one who escaped, is enough to show how terrifying the enemy was."

"The defenses of Rock City won't hold for long."

"You must be prepared, for a great calamity is about to befall us, and this time, no one will be able to escape unscathed."

The wind suddenly turned cold.

In the direction of the Western Wilderness, dark clouds gathered and black mist churned. A destructive aura pierced the sky, and the faint roar of endless ferocity echoed between heaven and earth, like the horn of doomsday.

Above Rock City, the sunlight was obscured by dark clouds, and the sky suddenly darkened, plunging the entire city into a deathly silence and oppressive atmosphere.

Disaster is truly imminent.

Wu Wei gripped the double-edged marrow weapon in his arms, the spear shaft trembling slightly. Blood essence, bone essence, and marrow power circulated simultaneously, the power of the three elements surged within his body, bone essence armor quietly covered his body, and Yang Flame Blood Essence burned to its peak, ready for battle at any moment.

He looked up at the pitch-black western horizon, his gaze resolute yet carrying an indescribable heaviness.

He knew that the peaceful days were over.

After a month of honing his skills and making continuous progress, his marksmanship has reached its peak. However, he is still about to face a life-or-death crisis that could overturn everything.

All he could do was grip his gun tightly, protect those he wanted to protect, and face the monstrous catastrophe that was about to devour everything with blood as flame, bone as armor, marrow as weapon, and gun as his path.