Crow Immortal: I Can Duplicate Infinite Resources

Sect Leader Qi’s eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the figure sprawled on the ground. “Who is this?”

Nearby, Elder Bai noticed Bai Shiqi trembling. The boy had only just changed into his inner disciple robes, yet he looked ready to bolt. “Is this man the beggar boss?” Elder Bai asked gently.

“Yes,” Bai Shiqi whispered, his voice small. “He’s the new boss. He only arrived a year ago, but he beat the old boss to death… He hits much harder than the old one ever did.”

Sect Leader Qi turned to the Deacon, confusion knitting his brow. “This is a mere mortal bullying the weak. Deal with him according to the laws. Why bring him to me for a decision?”

The Deacon bowed low. “Reporting to the Sect Leader, this man’s identity is highly irregular. He is not merely a beggar tyrant; he is a remnant of the Wei Clan from the Nanli Kingdom.”

Sect Leader Qi looked genuinely surprised. “The Wei Clan? The traitors who colluded with the Spirit Beast Sect to harm the Jiang Imperial Family? I thought they were wiped out. There are still survivors?”

He swept his gaze over the prisoner once more. “He has no cultivation base. He is just a mortal. Hand him over to the Nanli Kingdom authorities.”

The disheveled, grime-streaked man on the floor immediately began to wail. “Immortal Master! I haven’t done anything! I’m innocent! Don’t give me to the court—they’ll kill me!”

“Innocent?” Elder Bai’s voice dropped, heavy with pressure. “You bullied these children and nearly beat my seventeenth disciple to death. You still dare to claim innocence?”

The beggar boss’s desperate eyes darted around until they landed on the boy hiding behind the Elder. His face lit up with frantic hope.

“Gourd! Hey, Gourd! You’ve joined the Wanchun Valley immortal sect now! You’re an Immortal Master!” he screamed. “Put in a good word for me! Tell them not to hand me over to the court!”

Elder Bai looked down at his new Disciple. “Do you wish to help him?”

Bai Shiqi shook his head vigorously, shrinking further behind Elder Bai’s robes.

Seeing this, the beggar boss’s face twisted into a snarl. “If I hadn’t dragged you out of Qiuxian Town, how would you have ever entered an immortal sect? You ungrateful little stinking beggar!”

Elder Bai’s gaze turned icy. “Ungrateful? A creature like you has no right to use that word.”

At that moment, the Deacon stepped forward, holding up a jade seal the size of a chicken egg. “Sect Leader, this is the Wei Clan’s Imperial Jade Seal. He had it concealed on his person. If he isn’t the Wei Crown Prince, he is certainly of direct royal lineage. He is absolutely not an innocent civilian.”

Sect Leader Qi pondered for a moment. “Summon the official from the Nanli Kingdom who delivered the immortal seedlings. Let him identify the prisoner.”

The Nanli official arrived in a rush. He pushed aside the beggar’s matted hair, scrubbed the grime from the man’s face, and gasped in realization.

“This… this is the Wei Clan traitor’s fourth son, Wei Baoyu!”

Wei Baoyu?

Han Yu, standing off to the side, looked up sharply.

Memories from several years ago surfaced. This Wei Baoyu had been a picture of arrogance—living in luxury, embracing maidservants, drinking fine wine, and acting the tyrant in Qiuxian Town. He was the same young noble who had imperiously demanded Han Yu’s crow.

To think he had fallen so far. From a life of silk and gold to a beggar tyrant lurking in the gutters, terrified of everything but the children he abused.

And the irony was thick: the very “little beggar” he had tormented turned out to be a Single Spirit Root genius, and that genius was the reason for his exposure.

In just a few years, he had gone from a Prime Minister’s son to the Fourth Prince, then to a beggar boss, and now… he was a dead man walking. Life was truly a series of unpredictable ups and downs.

“I won’t go! I won’t leave! Don’t kill me!”

The Nanli official reported to Sect Leader Qi, then signaled two attendants. They seized Wei Baoyu by the arms and dragged him away, his pathetic wails echoing across the square until they faded into the distance.

With that unpleasant business concluded, the Immortal Destiny Grand Ceremony officially came to an end.

Sect Leader Qi, Elder Lu, and Elder Bai bid farewell to the visiting dignitaries—Yin Hong of the Spirit Sword Sect and Daoist Lingxiu of the Mystic One Sect. Once the guests had departed, the sect hierarchy led the mass of disciples back into Wanchun Valley to process the sixty-two new recruits.

Most were assigned as Laborer Disciples. Bai Shiqi, with his coveted Single Spirit Root, was directly inducted as Elder Bai’s personal disciple.

The recruit with the dual spirit roots was claimed by Elder Mou. While he didn’t gain immediate entry to the inner sect, he started as an Outer Disciple. Compared to the laborers, he would have significantly more time for cultivation and the guidance of an Elder, ensuring rapid progress.

The internal competitions were over. The Grand Ceremony was over. The guests were gone. Wanchun Valley finally returned to its peaceful, rhythmic existence.

Early the next morning, Han Yu was preparing to leave for his teaching duties at the Battle Hall when Elder Lu stopped him.

“Your Foundation Establishment Pill will remain with the Sect Leader for safekeeping; we will discuss its usage later,” Elder Lu said, his tone warm. “Today, however, I plan to secure a reward for you. I need to know your preference: Do you want the Sword Heart Spirit Crystal from the Spirit Sword Sect, which aids in sword cultivation? Or do you want the Talisman Treasure from the Mystic One Sect, which can save your life in a crisis?”

Han Yu paused, his mind racing.

“Master,” Han Yu replied carefully, “could I take a few days to consider it? Perhaps I could choose personally then?”

Both items were exceptional treasures. The problem was his right hand.

Recently, Han Yu had been replicating Qi Refining Spirit Boosting Pills every single day to aid his cultivation. His store of “replication energy” was completely depleted. If he chose a reward now, he would take the item but lose the chance to copy it. It would be a waste of a golden opportunity.

Elder Lu chuckled, misinterpreting the hesitation as prudence. “Very well. You are neither impatient nor restless; that kind of steady temperament serves a cultivator well. I will inform the Sect Leader.”

“We will let you make the selection after some time has passed.”

Han Yu suppressed a smile and bowed. “Thank you, Master.”

For the next period, Han Yu deliberately slowed his cultivation. He stopped replicating the Spirit Boosting Pills, allowing the mysterious energy in his right hand to accumulate day by day. His goal was simple: hoard enough power to copy the item he didn’t choose, effectively securing both the Sword Heart Spirit Crystal and the Talisman Treasure.

After bidding farewell to his Master, Han Yu went to the Battle Hall. Just as he finished his shift and prepared to return to his cave mansion, Hua Qi approached, leading his white crane.

“Junior Brother Han,” Hua Qi said, his expression somber. “I’ve been studying combat techniques here for over a month. It is time I departed for the Xiyue Kingdom to handle Ji Yida’s funeral rites.”

Han Yu nodded. There wasn’t much to say. He simply admonished Hua Qi to be extremely cautious and not to underestimate the dangers of the mortal world.

Ten days passed after Hua Qi’s departure.

Han Yu maintained a standard cultivation pace, practicing the Green Grain Qi Cultivation Method and the Blood Refining Technique without the aid of replicated pills. He touched nothing with his right hand that would trigger the ability.

Finally, estimating that his accumulated energy was sufficient, Han Yu approached his Master.

Elder Lu, true to his word, retrieved the two treasures from Sect Leader Qi. He laid them out for Han Yu to inspect, offering his own analysis.

“The Sword Heart Spirit Crystal comes from the Spirit Sword Sect’s Sword Washing Pool,” Elder Lu explained, pointing to a shimmering, crystalline object. “It is the condensed insight of countless sword cultivators. Refining it directly helps you comprehend sword intent. If used in forging, it can drastically increase a flying sword’s spirituality. Even simply carrying it near your blade will subtly enhance your weapon over time.”

“It is, without a doubt, a supreme item for a sword cultivator.”

Elder Lu then pointed to the second item—a piece of hide inscribed with complex glowing runes.

“The Mystic One Sect’s Talisman Treasure is more blunt in its utility. It is crafted from superior spirit beast hide and spirit jade, inscribed using Golden Core realm techniques.”

“It is called a ‘Talisman Treasure’ rather than a mere talisman because it is reusable,” Elder Lu continued seriously. “It can block a full-force attack from an early Golden Core cultivator. Afterward, it can absorb ambient Spiritual Qi to recharge. It can be used five times before it crumbles to dust.”

“Disciple, both are invaluable. Which one do you choose?”

Han Yu reached out, picking up both the crystal and the talisman hide as if weighing them.

In reality, he was focusing entirely on the Talisman Treasure.

Replicate.

His right palm grew warm.

Replication successful.

The small, finger-length hide consumed almost every drop of Han Yu’s saved energy.

Truly precious, Han Yu thought, feeling the drain. It cost everything I saved up.

Inwardly breathing a sigh of relief, Han Yu placed the original Talisman Treasure back on the table.

“Within the sect, my safety is guaranteed,” Han Yu said smoothly. “I will take the Sword Heart Spirit Crystal.”

Elder Lu nodded, though a flicker of concern crossed his face as he stowed the Talisman Treasure away. “I admit, I had hoped you would choose the Talisman Treasure.”

” The Myriad Phenomena Sect in the Central Heaven Domain and the Little Sky Net Sect here in the South… they harbor ill intentions toward us. If you had a life-saving trump card, I would feel more at ease.”

Han Yu felt a twinge of guilt. He now possessed a perfect copy of the Talisman Treasure sitting in his storage space, but he couldn’t reveal his greatest secret.

“Master,” Han Yu said, offering comfort from a different angle, “we have over twenty years. The sect may not always be powerless to fight back.”

Elder Lu managed a smile. “Perhaps. When that time comes, it will depend on your generation.”

He shook his head, laughing slightly at his own optimism.