Liu Xing realized the strange feeling didn't belong to him and fought against it. He had experienced something similar in his first month after being transported into Liu Xing's body. Now, he had goals, aspirations, and a desire to move forward, to advance, and to become a legendary figure.

Liu Xing sat and tried to scrape the moss off his back with his lightning blade again. The position was awkward, and it was difficult to do. So, he decided to use the normal version of the Lightning Palm Technique, where his palm would be coated with lightning. He grabbed a handful of moss and pulled it from his back.

When he pulled, the moss latched onto his body as if anchored inside his skin. It wriggled harder, injecting sensations of despair, anxiety, and even joy into Liu Xing, trying to distract him. But Liu Xing pulled as hard as he could, tearing his skin and muscle. Blood gushed from his back, and the remaining green moss, bathed in his blood, wriggled like a happy maggot finding fresh blood. Then, it surged into his wound.

Liu Xing felt horrified as he realized he had made a mistake. He should have used the lightning blade. Why had he thought forcibly pulling the moss off his back was a good idea? Is it the moss influence? Now the moss had a way to invade his body! In a desperate attempt to remove it, he grabbed at the moss, but it had turned into a liquid and clawing at it felt like trying to hold water in a leaky bucket.

After a moment, the liquid finally inserted itself into Liu Xing's body, and a strange feeling filled him. It felt as if his heart had suddenly stopped beating and his lungs had ceased to pump air, yet he remained alive and aware that something was terribly wrong with his body. His mind raced to understand the situation. The moss was attempting to take over his body, and when he realized his options were limited, anxiety spread through him.

What if the moss successfully took over his body? Would he die here? Would his body be puppeted by a spirit beast? He gritted his teeth, refusing to succumb. This fight had escalated beyond his expectations, and he needed to find a solution to this moss possession.

A sharp pain shot through his back, and Liu Xing grimaced. The pain felt strange and unusual, as if attacking his soul rather than his body. He tried to reassure himself that his soul remained untouched. Few beings could directly affect a soul, and formidable as the moss was, he doubted it possessed such power.

After focusing for a moment, Liu Xing confirmed his suspicion. The moss wasn't touching his soul; even his consciousness remained untouched. It was targeting the qi in his body, attempting to inject itself into his qi paths, transform into qi, and seize control of his entire system.

Realizing this, Liu Xing panicked for a moment. Without qi, his superhuman feats were impossible, and losing control of it meant certain defeat. But then an idea to win this bizarre battle in a single move came to his mind, and since he had no other choice, he decided to execute it.

The strange pain intensified as the moss continued to inject itself into his qi. Liu Xing felt his body grow heavier with each passing moment, as if his blood had turned to mercury. His heart pounded with anxiety. His face paled, his lips turned white, and he looked sickly. He needed to wait until the moss fully converted itself into qi before he could act.

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Liu Xing inhaled deeply and waited. The green liquid settled in his spine, slowly transforming into qi while incessantly flooding him with a maelstrom of emotions, making the world spin and attempting to distract him.

Several more minutes crawled by, and Liu Xing finally felt that the qi in his body had become alien, as if his body had been replaced with prosthetics. Numbness spread throughout him, but Liu Xing knew this feeling wouldn't last long.

"Alright, moss," he murmured, "the fight is over now that you've seeped into my qi."

Taking a deep breath, Liu Xing tried to cycle the foreign qi. It moved sluggishly, as if qi that was once as liquid as water had turned into dirty mud. Still, there was movement, and he tried to use the most basic cycling method to activate the most rudimentary lightning technique he had ever learned, a technique even simpler than the Lightning Palm, one that shot a faint thread of lightning. It was only a practice technique, but it still served a purpose and could be somewhat useful.

When the cycle pattern was complete, he activated the technique and willing the gun to absorb this rudimentary technique. The qi in his body suddenly rushed towards the weapon like water down a drain. He realized some of the moss-qi was attempting to cling to his paths, but like cloth caught in a gale, it couldn't resist the gun's suction. As the qi was drawn out of his paths, a disgusting sensation washed over him, as if his blood had turned to slime, but he resisted.

Shortly after, when nearly half of his qi had been absorbed by the gun, it ceased drawing in more qi and formed six bullets within its chamber. Liu Xing could sense the bullets in his perception, indistinguishable from the usual. The only difference lay in the amount of qi required to create them. Normally, the qi cost was minimal, but now, almost half his moss-diluted qi had yielded only six.

Liu Xing could still sense the foreign taint in his qi, as if it possessed a will of its own and sought to evade him, so he shot the six bullets and then commanded the gun to drain every last bit of qi from his body. As the gun performed flawlessly, Liu Xing wondered if this was the moss's primary method of possession. Was it truly this easily countered? After all, he had only needed to drain the diluted qi from his body to be free.

As Liu Xing felt the moss attempt to cling to his insides, even as his gun devoured it like a hungry black hole, he realized it might not be so easily countered after all. Most cultivators lacked a method to forcefully drain qi from their bodies. Instead, they would likely try to expel the contaminated qi or by cycling it into a technique. But since the moss diluted the qi and could manipulate it freely, it could likely resist expulsion or cycling. Moreover, even if someone managed to expel the qi, the moss would remain, and a qi-less cultivator stood little chance against it.

With all his qi absorbed by the gun, Liu Xing felt utterly drained, as weak as a mortal starved for a month. His body trembled, his lips cracked, and his skin was ashen, like a man on death's door. Even holding the gun felt like a strain, causing his hand to tremble. But even though he felt that his body was almost empty of qi, Liu Xing managed to smile faintly. His body and qi were his again. There was no foreign entity left to control him.

Liu Xing glanced at the side of the gun, and saw six green strips glowing faintly. Seeing them, he realized he had won. The climax of the fight had been unexpected, and he had won through a stroke of luck. Still, a win's a win, and he had earned a reward for it.

The world suddenly blurred, and blackness encroached upon his vision, threatening to engulf him. This blackness felt strangely comfortable, welcoming even, and Liu Xing found himself unable to resist. He closed his eyelids, let his body slump, and promptly fainted.

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