He didn't say anything.
But the tired look he gave her said, 'You still think breathing is a privilege? Cute.'
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Lesson No #101!
— Corrupt Qi
No one knew where it came from.
Not even the scholars who wore ten jade hairpins and called themselves "Dao of Decay experts."
All they did know:
It was born from the unholy clashing of Light Qi and Dark Qi, producing a third element:
Corruption.
It devours life force.
Rots meridians.
Drinks spirit like soup.
Only creatures that feast on death or corruption can survive long exposure.
Ku Rong?
Totally fine.
The man was practically a walking corpse furnace. His Qi aligned with death so naturally that even cursed spirits gave him side-eye.
Su Xiaobai?
Not immune, but… resistant.
He'd cultivated pure yin Qi, bathed in ghost springs, and once spent three weeks stuck inside a haunted cave that orgasmed every time you stepped on a rune.
He didn't like Corrupt Qi.
But he wasn't scared of it.
