Body command feeding world

As the sun rose high in the sky, the hustle and bustle of Qinglu Village gradually faded away, leaving only the mountains and forests to the west of the village still silent, like a lurking beast devouring the morning light.

When Wu Wei pushed open the door of the wooden house, the wildflowers on the threshold were covered with a little dust, but they were still blooming tenaciously. He glanced at the windowsill, where the wildflowers he had left the night before had been blown to the ground by the wind. He bent down, picked them up, and casually stuck them in the soil in front of the house. Then he turned around, picked up his iron spear, and walked towards the mountain behind the village.

It wasn't at Zhao Hu's request, but rather during his cultivation last night, a wisp of Shu's consciousness quietly surfaced: "There are primordial fluctuations in the northwestern mountains and forests, though faint, they may be related to the fragments."

Wang Erzhu's disappearance simply coincided with the direction of this fluctuation. Wu Wei never did anything without a profit; searching for people was not his intention, but he couldn't miss the clues from the fragments of the origin. As for the missing villagers, whether to help them or not if he encountered them along the way was entirely up to him—this wasn't indifference, but the clarity of a gunslinger; in his world, the way of the gun and the great path always came first.

The path on the back mountain was several times more rugged than that on the front mountain, with denser vegetation. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Wu Wei moved with light steps, his Yang Flame Blood Essence circulating quietly within him, making his senses exceptionally sharp. The crisp sound of falling leaves underfoot, the flapping of wings of distant birds, and even the subtle changes in the air currents through the forest were all clearly perceived.

He followed the direction indicated by Shu, while keeping an eye on the tracks on the ground. When he reached a steep slope, he saw several messy footprints on the soil. The footprints were deep and had drag marks on the edges. There were also a few drops of dark red blood that had long since dried. Judging from the shape, they were the footprints of an adult man, which roughly matched the figure of Wang Erzhu in the original owner's memory.

Wu Wei crouched down, his fingertips lightly touching the bloodstain. A faint, chilling aura emanated from his fingertips, but it wasn't the malevolent gloom of evil; rather, it was more like the poison of some plant. He frowned slightly, stood up, and continued walking, quickening his pace.

The traces along the way were intermittent, sometimes in the grass, sometimes in the crevices of rocks, seemingly left by Wang Erzhu during his escape. Wu Wei followed the traces deeper into the mountains and forests. The further they went, the more lush the vegetation became, and a faint, exotic fragrance gradually filled the air. The fragrance was somewhat sweet and cloying, and when inhaled, it made one feel slightly dazed.

"Be careful, this incense has a hallucinogenic effect; it's the scent of 'Drunken Soul Grass.'" Shu's thoughts rang out at just the right moment. "This grass is neither malevolent nor spiritual, yet it can stir up the greed and fear in people's hearts. Ordinary people will fall into a hallucination after inhaling it for a short while and become completely at the mercy of others."

Wu Wei's heart skipped a beat. He immediately held his breath, circulated his Yang Flame Blood Essence, and forced out all the strange fragrance from his body. He looked up and saw a patch of pale purple flowers in the grass ahead, their petals funnel-shaped—it was the Drunken Soul Grass. At the edge of the flower patch lay a tattered animal skin coat, the one Wang Erzhu often wore.

"roar--!"

A painful roar suddenly came from the depths of the flower bushes, accompanied by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Wu Wei's eyes narrowed, he gripped his iron spear tightly, and hid behind a large tree. His Yang Flame Blood Essence flowed along the spear shaft, and the tip of the spear glowed with a faint golden light.

On the other side of the flowerbed, in a clearing, Wang Erzhu was curled up on the ground, his hands covering his head, his body convulsing, emitting incomprehensible roars. His clothes were mostly torn to shreds, and his body was covered with fine scratches, the wounds tinged with an eerie bluish-black, clearly indicating poisoning. Not far in front of him stood a burly black bear. This bear was different from ordinary wild animals; its fur was dark green, its eyes glowed with a murky red light, drool dripped from its mouth, and it emitted a strange fragrance similar to that of the Drunken Soul Grass.

"It's a 'Bewitching Bear,' mutated after drinking the juice of the Drunken Soul Grass. It possesses immense strength and can manipulate the surrounding Drunken Soul Grass, drawing out its exotic fragrance," Shu explained quickly. "The fluctuations of its origin energy are weak; it's not a fragment, but it's a good target for you to hone your marksmanship."

After observing for a moment, Wu Wei understood. Although this Bewitching Bear was not a malevolent spirit, it was far more troublesome than low-level malevolent beasts. Its strength and speed far exceeded those of ordinary wild animals, and coupled with the hallucinogenic effects of the Drunken Soul Grass, ordinary hunters would only face certain death. Wang Erzhu was lucky to have escaped here, but ultimately he could not escape the Bewitching Bear's pursuit.

At this moment, Wang Erzhu was clearly trapped in an illusion, completely unaware of the danger around him, only roaring and convulsing. The bewitching bear stared at him, approaching step by step, raising its paw with a whistling wind, aiming to strike Wang Erzhu's head—this blow would surely kill Wang Erzhu.

At that moment, Wu and Wei made their move.

He burst out from behind the tree like a blur, his iron spear twirling in his hand, the Yang Flame Blood Essence condensing at the spear tip, transforming into a sharp golden light, aimed straight at the back of the Bewitching Bear's neck. His goal wasn't to save the person, but to strike the bear's vital point—the weakest point in the Bewitching Bear's power transmission, and also the easiest place to kill with a single blow.

Sensing the danger behind it, the Bewitching Bear abruptly turned around, its paw abandoning Wang Erzhu and instead striking towards Wu Wei's spear tip. The bear paw carried a strong, exotic fragrance, and its powerful force distorted the surrounding air.

"Flame-Splittering Spear!"

Wu Wei let out a low shout, his wrist suddenly tightening, changing the direction of the spear tip to avoid the bear's paw strike, instead aiming for the bewitching bear's left eye. This shot was as fast as lightning, with an extremely tricky angle, the ultimate manifestation of the combination of Earthly spear techniques and Yangyan Blood Essence.

The Bewitching Bear roared, its head instinctively turning away. The spear tip grazed its eye socket, taking away a patch of fur and a few drops of dark green blood. The excruciating pain made the Bewitching Bear even more ferocious. It swung its paws and pounced madly at Wu Wei. The strange fragrance of the Drunken Soul Grass around it instantly intensified several times, and the pale purple flowers around it moved without wind. Dewdrops on the petals fell and turned into wisps of purple mist, enveloping Wu Wei.

Wu Wei lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body floating backward several feet like a falling leaf, avoiding the bewitching bear's attack and the purple mist. He knew that fighting such a ferocious beast was not a matter of brute force, but of strategy. His Yangyan Blood Essence surged within him; he gripped his iron spear, his eyes calm as ice, awaiting the perfect moment to strike.

The Bewitching Bear, having missed its first attack, grew even more ferocious. It charged at Wu Wei on all fours, crashing through trees and kicking up clouds of dust. Wu Wei took a deep breath, clearing his mind of all distractions, focusing solely on the profound principles of the spear. The Bewitching Bear before him was no longer a ferocious beast, but a target that needed to be dismantled and destroyed.

"Burning Fiend Spear!"

He spun around abruptly, his iron spear sweeping horizontally across his hand. The Yang Flame Blood Essence spread along the spear shaft, transforming into a semi-circular golden flame curtain that enveloped the charging Bewitching Bear and the surrounding purple mist. The flame curtain, carrying scorching heat, instantly dispelled the rich, exotic fragrance. The mist from the Drunken Soul Grass, sizzling under the heat of the Yang Flame, vanished without a trace.

The Bewitching Bear was struck by the flames, letting out a painful howl. Its dark green fur was scorched black, emitting a foul, burnt smell. Its movements faltered for a moment, and the red light in its eyes intensified, clearly indicating that it was thoroughly enraged.

Wu Wei gave it no chance to catch its breath. He exerted force with his wrist again, and the iron spear shot out like a venomous snake, aiming straight for the bewitching bear's chest—the location of its heart and its weakest point.

"The Insight-Dispelling Spear!"

The golden light converged to its extreme, the spear tip piercing the Bewitching Bear's chest with a sharp, tearing sound. The Yang Flame Blood Essence erupted instantly, surging into the Bewitching Bear's body along the spear tip, scorching its internal organs.

The bewitching bear's body stiffened abruptly, its paws hovering in mid-air, and the red light in its eyes quickly dimmed. It looked down at the iron spear in its chest, let out a low, muffled growl, and its massive body slowly collapsed to the ground. After twitching a few times, it remained completely still.

Wu Wei slowly drew his iron spear. The glare from the spear tip gradually subsided, and the dark green blood clinging to it dripped down the shaft, corroding small pits on the ground. He turned to look at Wang Erzhu, who was curled up on the ground. Wang Erzhu had stopped roaring, but his eyes were closed, his face was pale, and his breathing was weak.

Wu Wei stepped forward and bent down to examine his injuries. The poisoning was deep, and without timely treatment, he probably wouldn't last long. He hesitated for a moment, but finally took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket—this was the antidote pill that Uncle Li had given him yesterday. In the original owner's memories, Uncle Li's son had been a herb gatherer and had left behind some rudimentary pills.

He poured out a black pill, pried open Wang Erzhu's mouth, fed him the pill, and then scooped up a handful of water from the nearby stream and splashed it on his face.

Having done all this, Wu Wei ignored him and turned to walk deeper into the mountains. Saving him was merely out of consideration for Uncle Li, and a convenient favor. His true aim remained that faint fluctuation of primordial energy.

After venturing deeper into the mountains and forests for about half an incense stick's time, the surrounding Drunken Soul Grass gradually disappeared, and the strange fragrance in the air also dissipated. Wu Wei stopped, and a small valley appeared ahead. In the center of the valley was a clear spring, and on the rocks beside the spring grew a snow-white plant. At the top of the plant bloomed a crystal-clear white flower, which emitted a faint halo, the very source of the primordial fluctuations.

"This is the 'Soul-Gathering Flower,' which grows by absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and can nourish the soul. At its root, there is a wisp of the aura of a fragment of the origin." Shu's thoughts carried a hint of imperceptible urgency. "Take it quickly. This flower attracts spirits and may have already attracted other covetous people."

Wu Wei's eyes lit up, and he was about to step forward when he suddenly noticed a faint sound of footsteps behind him, accompanied by a few deliberately suppressed breaths. A cold smile appeared on his lips as he turned around and saw Zhao Hu and two members of the hunting team hiding behind the bushes at the entrance of the valley, looking at him with complicated expressions.

Clearly, they had followed Wang Erzhu's trail and witnessed the entire process of him killing the Bewitching Bear and healing Wang Erzhu.

"Wu Wei..." Zhao Hu emerged from behind the bushes, his arrogance long gone, replaced by a hint of respect and guilt. "Thank you for saving Erzhu."

Wu Wei did not respond, but simply gripped his iron spear, his eyes coldly fixed on them. His aura was sharp as a spear, carrying an oppressive force that kept strangers at bay. He disliked being spied on, and even more so, he disliked owing favors or being owed favors by others.

Zhao Hu seemed to sense his displeasure, gave an awkward laugh, and waved his hand: "We're not here to steal credit, we're just worried about Erzhu's safety. Since he's alright, we'll take him back now."

After saying that, he gestured for the team members behind him to carry Wang Erzhu, and then he wisely took a few steps back, not approaching the valley again. He knew that Wu Wei's world was not something ordinary villagers like them could set foot in.

Wu Wei watched them carry Wang Erzhu away until their figures completely disappeared into the forest before turning to walk towards the Soul-Gathering Flower in the center of the valley. His Yang Flame Blood Essence condensed in his palm; he carefully avoided the crystalline white flower and reached towards its roots.

The moment his fingertips touched the root, a surge of pure primal energy flowed into his body, resonating instantly with the primal energy in his dantian. A tingling, nourishing sensation spread through his bone marrow, further enhancing his understanding of the spear technique.

"The power of the fragment has been integrated into your body. Though weak, it has made your perception of the origin more acute." Shu's thoughts carried a hint of satisfaction. "Continue onward. The next fragment may be not far away."

Wu Wei plucked the Soul-Gathering Flower and put it in his pocket—this flower could nourish the soul and was beneficial to cultivation; it would be a pity to discard it. He turned and walked out of the valley, the iron spear in his hand trembling slightly, as if rejoicing at his new harvest.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a long shadow on him. The bustling atmosphere of Qinglu Village gradually faded away, while his path of mastery over the spear continued, leading him step by step into a wider world through his exploration of the mountains and forests. The villagers' admiration and guilt were nothing but fleeting clouds to him; only the spear in his hand, the Yang Flame within him, the core of his consciousness, and the unwavering pursuit of his origin were his sole driving force.

The valley returned to silence, except for the Soul-Gathering Flower, now devoid of its white blossoms, swaying gently in the wind, as if recounting everything that had just happened. Wu Wei's figure had already vanished into the depths of the forest, resolutely heading towards the next source of energy fluctuations.