Crow Immortal: I Can Duplicate Infinite Resources

Two days after his breakthrough, Han Yu focused entirely on consolidation.

He spent hours re-mastering his control over his Spirit Breath, drilling until he could release and retract the energy as easily as breathing.

In less than a month, relying on the potent Qi Refining Spirit Boosting Pills, he had rocketed directly to the Seventh Layer of Qi Refining. Such speed was terrifying, but it came with risks. If he didn’t take the time to tame his newfound power, his casting speed would lag, his precision would falter, and his combat effectiveness would drop.

Once his foundation was solid, however, Han Yu didn’t hesitate. He immediately resumed his regimen, popping another pill to continue his ascent.

“Han Yu, are you participating in the Grand Disciple Competition this year?”

It was a break period at the Battle Hall. Bai Lingyun approached Han Yu, eyes full of expectation.

Han Yu shook his head slightly. “No. I won’t be participating.”

Bai Lingyun’s face fell. “Why not? We were all looking forward to seeing you display your great might in the arena!”

No one wants to see that… probably only you want to see that…

Nearby, Ye Shinian, Sheng Yan, Tian Ziyue, Hua Qi, Chen Pei, and the other Battle Hall disciples exchanged covert glances. They all breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Over the past year, who among them—Inner or Outer Disciple—hadn’t been thrashed by Han Yu during training?

He was a monster with no equal in the Qi Refining realm. If he entered the competition, it wouldn’t be a contest; it would be a massacre. Anyone matched against him would likely curse their bad luck and forfeit immediately.

Han Yu had his reasons for sitting out.

First, he was simply too busy. Between cultivation, his duties, and his plans to study Formations and Artifact Refining—which he kept postponing—he had no time to spare. He had a mountain of Minor Merits he hadn’t even spent yet.

Second, the Sect had treated him generously. He was already drowning in resources compared to his peers. Using his overwhelming combat power to snatch rewards from weaker disciples—resources he didn’t truly need—felt greedy. It crossed a line.

He couldn’t walk the path of immortality by cutting off the road for his martial brothers. If the rewards were useless to him, he should let others have a fighting chance.

“What ‘great might’?” Han Yu smiled humbly at Bai Lingyun. “In our spars, the Senior Brothers were simply yielding to me out of politeness. I only won by luck after exerting my full strength.”

Hearing this, Ye Shinian and the others felt their scalps tingle. Even the pure-hearted Bai Lingyun couldn’t keep a straight face.

“Han Yu… are you joking?”

Han Yu just smiled, shaking his head, and ended the day’s instruction.

As he walked back to his quarters with his three crows in tow, his mind turned to his new capabilities. Breaking through to the Seventh Layer meant his limit for Star Luo Threads had increased. He could contract more spirit birds.

Should I increase the number of low-level crows? Or should I focus on raising the cultivation of the current trio to enhance the power of the Bird Formation?

Lost in thought, he arrived at Elder Lü’s courtyard gate, only to find three familiar faces waiting for him: Sun Kang, Liu Lan, and Zhong Yue.

“Senior Brother Sun?” Han Yu saw their beaming faces and smiled. “Do you have good news for me?”

Sun Kang nodded vigorously. “I broke through to the Fourth Layer of Qi Refining a few days ago. That’s the first piece of good news. The second…”

He glanced at the woman beside him, his expression softening. “After being together for so long, Liu Lan and I have decided to become Dao Companions. In mortal terms… we are getting married.”

“We wanted to invite you, Junior Brother Han, to share a cup of wedding wine.”

“That is wonderful news,” Han Yu said warmly. “Senior Brother Sun, Senior Sister Liu, this is truly ‘double happiness arriving at the door.’ I would be honored to celebrate with you.”

“Is it today?” he asked.

“Yes, today,” Sun Kang confirmed. “Since entering the Sect, I haven’t made a name for myself, nor am I good at socializing. I don’t have many close friends. Inviting you and Zhong Yue is enough to fulfill the rites.”

He laughed self-deprecatingly. “It’s not like we can have gongs, drums, and lanterns all over the Sect for two Outer Disciples.”

Han Yu nodded and followed the trio to a small wooden hut on the main peak.

Years ago, Sun Kang and Liu Lan had entered the Outer Sect as exception cases with only Third Layer cultivation. Housing was scarce, and since they were old friends, they had chosen to live together to save space.

Who would have thought that two years later, that friendship would bloom into a lifelong partnership?

Inside the modest hut, Liu Lan and Sun Kang bustled about, preparing the meal. A pot of Spirit Rice and a plate of Spirit Sunflower Sprouts brought back from the Medicine Garden served as the banquet’s centerpiece.

It was simple, humble, and warm.

Han Yu and Zhong Yue sat down, chatting casually about cultivation and the Battle Hall.

Sun Kang possessed Four Spirit Roots—poor aptitude by any standard. It had taken him two years of grueling work to reach the Fourth Layer. Liu Lan, with Three Spirit Roots, had reached the same stage half a year ago. Zhong Yue was slightly ahead, having broken through a year prior.

They were all eyeing the Fifth Layer now. For Sun Kang, it was a goal years in the future. For the women, at least another two or three years.

Han Yu listened without judgment. He didn’t offer empty platitudes about speed. Instead, their struggles served as a stark reminder: Cultivation requires consistency. If I hadn’t pushed myself every single day, how could I have reached the Seventh Layer of Qi Refining and Blood Refining so quickly?

Zhong Yue, lively as ever, broke the reflective mood with a story about a disciple from the Medicine Garden.

“Senior Brother Qi was acting so tough,” she laughed, bending over clutching her stomach. “He was trash-talking the Battle Hall, saying there were no real experts there. So I told him, ‘I know Junior Brother Han.'”

“You should have seen his face! It turned green! He immediately begged me not to tell you what he said. Hahahaha!”

Han Yu chuckled. The conversation drifted to his crows. Apparently, the fight between his crows and Hua Qi’s white crane a month ago had started because Zhong Yue had been feeding his crows Moon Gazing Herbs as snacks.

“I haven’t thanked you for taking care of them, Senior Sister Zhong,” Han Yu said.

“Oh, it’s nothing! Your crows are so smart. Much better than my Little Bai, that lazy bum!”

At her feet, the Spirit Dog Little Bai rolled its eyes dramatically. I’m sitting right here, you know.

Han Yu smiled. The dog was full of spiritual intelligence. Zhong Yue might complain, but her affection for the beast was obvious.

As they ate and drank, the conversation turned nostalgic. Sun Kang and Liu Lan reminisced about their days farming the spirit fields, marveling at how far they had come.

“Who would have thought?” Sun Kang mused, raising his cup. “All three of us made it to the Outer Sect. And Han Yu… you’re defeating Inner Disciples now.”

As they looked back, a shadow passed over Han Yu’s thoughts. He remembered an aged, wrinkled face.

Old Daoist Li.

When the Saint Blood Perfected One had attacked Wanchun Valley, the purge of Demonic Cultivators in the mortal realm had been thorough. The chances of Old Daoist Li surviving such chaos were slim to none.

A heavy silence lingered for a moment before Han Yu stood up, shaking off the melancholy.

He produced a small porcelain bottle and handed it to Sun Kang.

“Senior Brother Sun, Senior Sister Liu. A small token of my congratulations. May your path to immortality be long and shared.”

Sun Kang took the bottle, assuming it contained “Qi Condensation Pills.” His eyes widened.

“Junior Brother Han, this… this is too much!” Sun Kang tried to push it back. “A bottle of Qi Condensation Pills costs over ten Spirit Stones! That’s fifty or sixty pounds of Spirit Rice! It’s too precious!”

Han Yu smiled gently, pushing the bottle back into Sun Kang’s hand.

“These aren’t Qi Condensation Pills, Senior Brother Sun. Just accept them.”

“Cultivation is not easy. We have known each other for a long time. Helping where we can is only right. Didn’t you help me back in the fields when I had nothing?”

Hearing that they weren’t the expensive Qi Condensation Pills, Sun Kang relaxed, assuming they were something of lesser value. He finally accepted the gift with repeated thanks.

After Han Yu and Zhong Yue departed, the newlyweds sat down to inspect their gifts.

Zhong Yue had given them two Spirit Fruits from a mature Moon Gazing Herb—valuable aids for cultivation and alchemy.

Then, Sun Kang picked up Han Yu’s bottle. He uncorked it and tilted it, letting a pill roll into his palm.

A rich, potent aroma instantly filled the small room. The spiritual energy radiating from the small sphere was dense and pure.

Sun Kang froze.

“Kang… look at that…” Liu Lan whispered, her eyes wide.

“This… this isn’t a Qi Condensation Pill…” Sun Kang stammered, his hand trembling. “It’s a Qi Gathering Pill!”

The couple looked at each other, stunned into silence.

Han Yu hadn’t lied. They weren’t Qi Condensation Pills. They were Qi Gathering Pills—medicine of significantly higher value and potency.

“We owe Junior Brother Han a massive favor…”