Chapter 285: Black and White Long Qi Contend for the Physical Body

The wooden door of the inner courtyard room suddenly opened, and a gust of smoke billowed out with a boom. Following this, a person walked out from the room—it was, unexpectedly, another Long Qi.

Only, this Long Qi had a full head of silver hair, yet it was tied up meticulously. The robe on his body was tattered and ruined, a mix of gray and white, with several large holes; he looked just like a beggar from the streets.

Long Qi was incomparably astonished and hurriedly asked Long Yuan, who was to the side. But Long Yuan merely shrugged, rolled his eyes, and continued eating his snack.

"Eat, eat, eat! All you know is how to eat!"

Long Qi furrowed his brows, complaining as he looked at the person in the room. At that very moment, the white-haired Long Qi suddenly opened his eyes, launched a surprise attack, leaped forward, and charged over with his fist raised.

The small courtyard was cramped, and the opponent's momentum was fierce. Seeing that he was already right in front of him, Long Qi, who had been completely unprepared, had no time to dodge and could only raise his elbows high to protect his face.

Fist and elbows collided, and a current of air instantly scattered and burst forth. The pear petals on the ground swirled up in an instant, resembling a huge, blooming white flower.

The force of this punch was truly not small; it shook Long Qi until his elbows ached, and he had to retreat two steps before he could steady his stance.

Yet that white-haired Long Qi seemed extremely happy, his face wearing a crazed expression, his eyes fierce, and a wicked smile on his lips. He seemed to be enjoying it immensely, and seeing Long Qi regain his footing, he rained down punches like a storm.

Long Qi barely managed to defend himself, his body retreating step by step with each heavy punch. Just as his heels touched the base of the wall, he exerted force from his waist, suddenly dodged to the side, and spun away.

As soon as he avoided the attack, Long Qi hurriedly grabbed the white-haired Long Qi's robe, shouting as he used the white-haired Long Qi's own momentum to fling him toward the wall. But the white-haired Long Qi kicked his legs, stepped off the wall, performed a somersault, and jumped away.

"Who exactly are you!" Long Qi panted heavily, feeling a sharp pain in his forearms, yet he dared not slacken. He stared intently at the face before him, which was almost identical to his own, though it had become ferocious in the blink of an eye.

It wasn't that he didn't want to endure it, it was just that it was truly...

Too painful!

While Long Qi was grimacing, the white-haired Long Qi began to laugh, unbridled and wild.

"With this little bit of ability, you want to wield Long Yuan? It's truly laughable. In my opinion, you might as well give this body to me; it would be better than letting you waste it."

Body?

That's right, that's right. Lingxiang once said that Innate Qi is hidden within the Qi Pool, and if one wishes to find it, one must use spiritual sense to look inward. And now, he must be within his own Qi Pool, but...

If he is currently spiritual sense, then what is this before him? Could it be that he has suffered Qi Deviation?

This is truly hard to say. A great taboo in cultivation is impatience; if one's mind is unsettled, it is easier to fall into a state of confusion. The implication of this person's words is that he wants to contend with him for this shell; it seems he is something like his inner demon.

Having decided this, Long Qi straightened his body and said decisively: "I don't care why you appeared, nor do I know why you are trapped, but I will absolutely not give you this body. Go back to wherever you came from!"

Hearing this, the white-haired Long Qi gave a contemptuous smile: "Just based on you? You know neither Witchcraft nor Daoist Technique. Even if you occupy this shell, what can you do? Just charge forward blindly without rhyme or reason when you encounter trouble?"

Long Qi frowned: How did he know that? But then he thought, he and he are the same person after all; it is not strange that he would know these things.

However, this person was indeed correct. Although Lingxiang had warned him many times during his cultivation that if he wanted to improve his cultivation, he still had to learn some Daoist Technique and Dharma Technique, he had been entirely focused on that *Sword Manual* at the time and hadn't taken her words to heart.

Just as he was pondering, he heard the white-haired Long Qi say again: "You say you put your heart into the family *Sword Manual*, but you haven't even seen the true form of Long Yuan yet. How can you have the gall to speak of revenge?"

That's right, if one only practices one's own sword techniques while neglecting the study of Dao Theory, it is indeed difficult for one's cultivation to improve...

Wait...

The true form of Long Yuan?

"What do you mean by that?"

Long Qi was very surprised. Even if the person in front of him was himself, he couldn't possibly know things that he himself didn't know. But where did this talk of Long Yuan's true form come from?

"I mean exactly what I said."

Long Qi looked at Long Yuan, only to see her wave her hand in an extremely perfunctory manner. She didn't even lift her head, still in the hammock, swaying comfortably while eating the snack in her arms. Only then did Long Qi realize that what was in her arms was no snack at all; they were clearly living creatures. He could faintly hear low, sharp cries as she grabbed them one by one and shoved them into her mouth.

That is... that is...

Watching Long Yuan use Lingxiang's face, her mouth opening and closing without any inhibition, Long Qi couldn't help but feel a chill.

He truly had never taken Long Yuan seriously, nor had he ever deliberately investigated its origins. It was just that Lingxiang had sent it to his side, and he had been using it ever since. Now it seemed he really didn't understand Long Yuan at all!

"You keep saying you want to protect Lingxiang, yet you don't even know these things. What will you use to protect her?"

As soon as the words fell, the white-haired Long Qi pinched a seal with his fingers, and a gust of wind rose from the ground, howling as it rushed toward Long Qi.

Before Long Qi could be surprised at how he knew Witchcraft, that wind, carrying pear petals and sand, came howling over. He immediately felt a bone-chilling pain all over his body, yet facing this wind, he could only struggle to maintain his balance.

When the Witchcraft subsided, Long Qi finally could not hold on and knelt to the ground. The clothes on his body had become tattered, and patches of blood were like ink stains on a painting, constantly spreading.

The pain throughout his body was like burning, scorching Long Qi. He was already exhausted, yet he still struggled to lift his head to look at the white-haired Long Qi.

"If I don't understand Witchcraft, I can learn. If I don't understand Long Yuan, I can investigate. But even if I am as useless as I am now, I will still protect Lingxiang..."

Long Qi said with difficulty, yet he did not pause, his eyes filled only with determination.

Hearing this, the white-haired Long Qi actually laughed, though the hostility on his face was not as intense as before. And just at this moment, Lingxiang's voice suddenly rang out in the courtyard.

"Long Qi!"

Although he didn't know where the voice came from, Long Qi knew it was definitely Lingxiang, but he no longer had the strength to investigate.

It was also at this moment that the white-haired Long Qi's face began to blur. His features twisted and deformed, as if they were dark clouds in the sky, constantly shifting, or like molten lava, constantly flowing.

"Long Qi!"

Another shout. This time, it seemed to give Long Qi strength; he struggled to support himself on his knees and the ground, swaying as he stood up.

"Oh my, why did that girl come so quickly."

At this time, the white-haired Long Qi spoke, but his face kept changing, and he sounded muffled and strange.

It was also at this moment that a mist drifted in from the door, scattering and piling up in the center of the courtyard. Before long, it gathered into a mass, and just as Long Qi had gathered enough strength to stand up abruptly, a person stepped out of the mist.

"Long Qi!"