The Corruption of Qi

"Aaaaahhhhh!!!!", screamed Xi. He scrambled backward, only to hit his head on the giant tree behind him. His palms hit the ground, dirtying with soil, as he began to throw up violently, gasping for air. This continued for several moments as the Qi backlash from the shock affected him.

After Xi calmed down, he slowly glanced toward the body of Zhu, slowly raising his gaze from the ground to where Zhu's body was. He began to dry heave again as he saw the dismembered head looking at him, still with an expression of laughter, but with soulless eyes. While still holding the sword, Zhu's body had collapsed, and with his head dropped to the side, blood was spurting from the space where his head should have been.

The full moon had risen and was shining on the murderous scene of death. Xi scrambled up, trying not to look at the corpse, and began to stumble left. Catching a tree root on his foot, he collapsed again for the third time.

However, his hands felt something on the ground, it was not soil, but something sold next to his hand. Xi opened his eyes slowly, fearing it was a body part of Zhu, but he soon realized what he saw was not ordinary. it was a giant crystal coffin.

The coffin, which had its lid open, glistened in the moonlight and held the shape of someone as if a person had been laying in there.

A rustling sound from the top of the tree behind Xi caught his attention. Finally, after all the stress and trauma, Xi finally collapsed for good on top of the coffin, spasming as Qi leaked out from his body.

Long Fei was confused and befuddled by the situation in front of him.

As he precariously balanced on the old tree, he looked down at his hands, in which a scroll, a sword, and a small golden artifact lay. He wanted to examine them but first wanted to see what was happening to him. He grabbed the things, stuffed them into his robes, then put the sword away in his storage ring before looking around for the first time.

After all, he had suddenly awoken to himself standing on the tree with the sword unsheathed, almost falling down.

As he looked around he noticed the gloomy forest, then the body slightly illuminated by the moon, which sickened him, but he had gotten used to it during the war. Fei wondered at what happened before finally, he saw a young man spasming on the ground next to a … coffin?

Fei suddenly had his memories come back to him.

He remembered the battle, the elder, and the coffin which had sealed him into the ground, the last thing he had seen was the dark figures attacking his savior.

Sitting on the tree for a moment, Fei's mind raced thinking of what to do. Wanting to take a look at the coffin and see if the people needed his help before reexamining and organizing his thoughts, he first circulated his qi and brought his personal sword out of his storage ring. After looking around his surroundings once more, Fei jumped down, trudged toward the person warily, and finally reached the coffin.

He sensed something unusual around the coffin, and stepped closer, activating his Qi just in case. After a few seconds, Fei realized what it was and jumped back 10 meters immediately.

It was demonic Qi!

Fei exclaimed out loud, "What is demonic Qi doing in this place? Have the Demonic Sects already …. "

Suddenly, as if struck by a sledgehammer, Fei's head exploded with excruciating pain. It felt as though a million knives were stabbing him from every direction, and his thoughts scattered like broken glass. He wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but all he could do was gasp in agony as he collapsed onto his knees. His hands flew to his head, trying to contain the pain, but it was all-consuming, threatening to tear him apart from the inside. Fei's world was reduced to a single, blinding pain, and he feared he would never escape it.

And then it abruptly stopped.

Fei opened his eyes, yet he could not see. Not in a literal sense, but Fei felt like he was looking through someone else's eyes. The edges of his vision were covered in a red haze, and when Fei tried to activate his Qi, the only response was silence.

Fei then felt his body move, but it was not him controlling it. He felt, and could see his body moving to grab his sword, then jumping towards the now-still, but nevertheless breathing Xi.

No, what am I doing!? Stop!, Fei wanted to yell, but no sounds came out. He could only watch as he raised his hands above his head.

Finally, his body struck down and relieved Xi of his head, blood spurting into the air.