Chapter 986: The Power of the Black and White Dual Qi

In the rain‑soaked cave, water droplets continuously fell along the stalactites, striking the blue stones with a crisp sound. Han Wuxian sat cross‑legged at the deepest part of the cavern, his whole body cloaked in a thin veil of white light. Those lights moved like living things beneath his skin, each circulation taking away a bit of his scars.

Yan Xirou leaned against the rock wall at the cave entrance, a bronze ancient lamp hovering three inches above her palm, its wick burning a strange cyan flame. Every now and then she lifted her head to gaze toward the distant sky, her brows furrowing tighter.

"This lunatic…" she couldn't help turning to glance at Han Wuxian inside the cave, her heart roiling with turbulent waves.

Three days ago, she had personally witnessed this newly‑formed Golden Core youth brutally crush a Nascent Soul Cultivator with his mysterious black‑and‑white dual Qi. That power was far beyond what ordinary cultivators could possess; even the legendary innate Dao body could not wield such might.

Even more shocking, at this moment Han Wuxian's wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. White specks of light seeped from the deep, bone‑piercing injuries, like countless tiny fireflies repairing his body. This recovery rate would leave even a Nascent Soul elder who specialized in body‑refining techniques far behind.

"Cough…" Han Wuxian suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, mixed with tiny metal fragments—the remnants of bone‑piercing nails. He opened his eyes, a flash of white light flickered in his pupils, then vanished.

"Awake?" Yan Xirou put away the ancient lamp, her voice still cold: "You almost died seven times."

Han Wuxian grinned, showing blood‑stained teeth: "Well, I'm still alive."

He tried to move his arm, the bones emitting a crisp cracking sound: "What about those old dogs?"

"Temporarily shaken off." Yan Xirou tossed him a pouch: "But your internal aura is too unique; the mysterious sect will find this place sooner or later."

Han Wuxian lifted his head, gulped water, his Adam's apple rolling, and faint white patterns began to appear on his neck.

He wiped his mouth and suddenly asked: "Why did you save me?"

Yan Xirou was silent for a moment: "If you died, the clue would be cut off."

"What clue?"

"Your black‑and‑white dual Qi." Yan Xirou stared straight into his eyes: "It's not ordinary spiritual power, but… never mind, you wouldn't understand even if I explained."

Han Wuxian laughed heartily, the wound twitching as he coughed: "The girl always stops halfway."

He struggled to stand, walked to the cave mouth and looked into the distance: "Anyway, it doesn't matter. I've always been carefree. Since you rescued me, what's your next plan?"

Yan Xirou was about to speak when her complexion changed dramatically.

She slapped the jade pendant at her waist; a burst of cyan light instantly enveloped the entire cave: "They're coming!"

Almost simultaneously, a shrill sound tore through the sky. Twelve sword lights fell like meteors, and the leading purple‑robed elder was the Nascent Soul Cultivator whose arm Han Wuxian had severed earlier. Black vapors now coiled around his missing limb, clearly using some evil method to forcibly reattach it.

"You little beast! This time see where you run!" the purple‑robed elder snarled, flinging his sleeves; seventy‑two blood‑colored talismans flew out, forming a sky‑and‑earth net in the air.

Han Wuxian squinted; the black‑and‑white dual Qi that had just settled inside him began to stir again. He could feel the pursuers this time were stronger than before; there were already three Nascent Soul Cultivators.

"Stay close to me." Yan Xirou suddenly grabbed his wrist, the bronze ancient lamp bursting with dazzling cyan light, "I'll lead you out."

"Wait." Han Wuxian broke free, his eyes flashing with madness, "Girl, go ahead; I'll cut off their rear."

"Are you looking for death?" Yan Xirou stared at him in disbelief: "You just formed your Golden Core!"

Han Wuxian gave no reply, but slowly stripped off his tattered shirt.

Only then did Yan Xirou notice a thumb‑sized black hole at the center of his chest, surrounded by fine white patterns on the skin, spreading like a spiderweb over his whole body.

"This is…"

"I have no idea what it is." Han Wuxian grinned: "But it's been with me since the records. Every time I'm on the brink of death, it gives me strength."

Outside the cave, the purple‑robed elder had completed his formation. The blood‑colored talismans turned into a rain of fire that poured down, and the entire mountain began to collapse.

"Go!" Han Wuxian shoved Yan Xirou toward the deep part of the cave, then rushed out against the fire rain. As he stepped out of the entrance, the black hole in his chest suddenly expanded, countless white rays sprouted like tentacles, weaving a massive net in the air.

An incredible scene unfolded: those blood‑colored fire rains, powerful enough to level mountains, were completely devoured the instant they touched the white net!

"Impossible!" the purple‑robed elder shouted in horror: "Even Nascent Soul‑level talismans can be resisted and absorbed?"

Han Wuxian stood in the center of the sky‑spanning white net, the patterns on his skin growing brighter.

He felt his internal spiritual power surging wildly, and in an instant he broke through the early stage of Golden Core formation, soaring straight to the middle stage.

"That kid is devouring our attack to boost his cultivation!" a Golden Core Cultivator cried in terror.

The three Nascent Soul Cultivators exchanged glances, then simultaneously formed a seal. Earth and sky spiritual energy converged crazily, shaping three hundred‑foot giant swords suspended in the air—these are the signature divine skill of the Nascent Soul stage, each sword capable of moving mountains and filling seas.

"Die!" the purple‑robed elder swung his sword first.

Before the giant sword could reach, the terrifying pressure already made the ground within a thousand feet collapse three feet.

The rocks beneath Han Wuxian cracked inch by inch, yet he looked up and laughed loudly: "Come on!"

He crossed his arms over his chest, and for the first time the black‑and‑white dual Qi erupted simultaneously. White Qi formed a shield in front, black Qi became a spear behind, apparently to meet the Nascent Soul strike head‑on!

Boom!

At the moment of impact, a blinding flash lit the whole sky. The shockwave cleaved dozens of surrounding peaks in half, dust clouds rose a thousand feet high.

When the light faded, a chilling sight appeared: Han Wuxian not only lived, but floated mid‑air, surrounded by intertwining black and white currents.

Even more terrifying, the Nascent Soul giant sword was clenched tightly in his both hands, its blade riddled with cracks!

"I'll give it back to you!" Han Wuxian's arm muscles bulged, and he swung the hundred‑foot sword in a wide arc, smashing toward the pursuers.

The purple‑robed elder hastily summoned a relic to block, yet the strike sent him flying hundreds of feet; blood spurted from his mouth. The other two Nascent Soul Cultivators fared no better; their signature Accumulation Devices also showed cracks.

"Monster… it's a monster!" a Golden Core Cultivator, mentally broken, turned and fled.

Han Wuxian did not chase, because his internal spiritual power had already run wild to the brink of loss of control. The black‑and‑white dual Qi racked his meridians, each cycle draining massive life force.

His seven apertures began to bleed, the vessels under his skin burst one after another, and his whole body turned into a Blood Man.

"Idiot! Stop it!" Yan Xirou's voice suddenly rang in his ear. She appeared behind him unnoticed, slapped his lower back; cyan fire surged along his meridians, temporarily suppressing the runaway black‑and‑white dual Qi.

Han Wuxian was struck as if by lightning, falling from midair. Yan Xirou caught him, brandished a purple talisman: "Escape!"

Purple light flashed, the two silhouettes vanished instantly.

When the members of the mysterious sect recovered, only a mess of debris and a bottomless sinkhole remained.