Crow Immortal: I Can Duplicate Infinite Resources

Chapter 249: Spirit Stone Marrow Liquid

“Daoist, you know where to find these spiritual items?” Han Yu asked, pleasantly surprised.

“I’ve heard rumors. Can’t say if they’re true,” Old Daoist Li replied, searching his memory. “The Mystic One Sect controls a Spirit Stone production site. According to the wandering merchants, deep within their mines, there are pockets of extreme purity that secrete Spirit Stone Marrow Liquid. Consuming it directly boosts your cultivation base.”

Li paused, his expression turning pragmatic. “But it depends entirely on the vein’s size and how many impurities the earth holds. The mineral veins here in the Southern Region are generally poor—scarce Spirit Stones and heavy impurities. The marrow liquid they produce is probably only effective for the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages.”

“Can it be concentrated over time? Or can its quality be refined?” Han Yu asked.

“No. The quality is dictated by the vein and fixed the moment it forms,” Old Daoist Li explained. “If you could manufacture or upgrade this stuff, breaking through wouldn’t be so hellish, and the Mystic One Sect would already be the undisputed hegemon of the Southern Region. Even for them, it’s a treasure they occasionally stumble upon, not something they can farm.”

Han Yu figured as much. Items that bypassed Spirit Root talent to force cultivation growth had to be heavily restricted—rare to form and impossible to cultivate. That was why they remained legendary oddities, completely incomparable to farmable herbs like the Mystic Spirit Ginseng or standard, mass-produced Pills. Elder Wen’s desperate attempts to cultivate Jade Spirit Berries were even more hopeless than growing Mystic Spirit Ginseng; at least with the ginseng, the cultivators understood exactly why it was difficult to grow. This marrow liquid was subject to the same strict natural laws.

However, the fact that it was located within the Mystic One Sect’s territory complicated things immensely. Han Yu hadn’t planned on risking a trip to their market. The Mystic One Sect were notorious fence-sitters. When the Spirit Sword Sect and Wanchun Valley were leading the charge against the Spirit Beast Sect, Mystic One had stood firmly by their side. But the moment Wanchun Valley was targeted by the Central Heaven Domain giants, they instantly pulled back, offering only superficial politeness while deploying spies to the Green Grain Market to monitor the fallout.

Han Yu held no illusions. The Mystic One Sect was an enemy in all but name. Infiltrating their territory to steal Spirit Stone Marrow Liquid was like dancing on the edge of a blade.

Seeing Han Yu fall silent, Old Daoist Li chuckled. “I told you, it’s incredibly rare and the effects are minor. It might save you ten days of cultivation. A month at best. With your lifespan, does a month really matter? You could risk your neck for practically nothing.”

“You’re right, Daoist,” Han Yu nodded slowly. “But time waits for no one. I must seize every second. If there’s even a sliver of a chance to obtain something like Spirit Stone Marrow Liquid, I won’t ignore it.”

“You’ve got an iron will, kid,” Old Daoist Li said, stroking his beard, secretly delighted.

He admired the boy’s relentless drive. It mirrored his own stubborn obsession—the same fiery resolve that had pushed him, a white-haired old man, to cultivate demonic arts for revenge, ultimately granting him a second youth and a vastly extended lifespan.

“Alright. Since you’re hell-bent on advancing, I’ll lend a hand,” Old Daoist Li offered. “I can’t go near the markets. That merchant’s puppets are too insidious. If I tag along, I’ll just drag you down into a desperate chase. But I can travel the backroads and gather intelligence on cultivation resources. We’ll check in at dawn on the first and fifteenth of every month. If we’re close enough, we’ll use the Sound Transmission Shells. If we’re out of range, we’ll try the next date.”

“Thank you, Daoist. I still need to scout the Mystic One Sect market before I commit,” Han Yu said. “By the way, I have some Qi Refining resources, spells, and secret techniques. Could you use them to boost your strength?”

Old Daoist Li waved him off with a smile. “The Blood Refining Technique has its own complete system of arts. I’m useless at Orthodox Qi Refining, and I won’t divide my focus now. Don’t worry about me.”

They reached the city gates, blending in seamlessly with the travelers as they rented rooms at a local inn. After a quiet meal, they retired to their respective quarters.

That night, Han Yu circulated his Greenwood Foundation Establishment Technique but deliberately refrained from practicing the Blood Refining Technique. Old Daoist Li had been good to him; there was no need to disturb the old man’s practice with his corrupted aura.

Opening his window, Han Yu gazed at the starlight. He wanted to practice the Star Luo Traction Technique, but the inn was too cramped. Stepping onto his flying sword, he slipped out the window and settled cross-legged on the roof of a nearby pavilion.

He barely completed one circulation before the sheer noise broke his focus.

Even at night, the mortal city was a cacophony. Lantern-lit gambling dens roared, brothels played loud music, wealthy estates hosted raucous banquets, babies wailed, and the recent news of the new Emperor’s general amnesty fueled drunken celebrations in the streets.

No wonder cultivators isolate themselves in the mountains, Han Yu realized. He suddenly understood the ruthless edict carved into the stone at Wanchun Valley’s gate by the previous Sect Leader: Those who disturb cultivation without reason shall be killed. The former leader must have felt this exact, maddening irritation. The man’s temper had been brutal, nothing like the calm Sect Leader Qi.

Giving up on cultivation, Han Yu looked up at the night sky. The seven bright stars still hung in the void.

The most significant shifts were among the three central stars. One was tracking steadily northward. The other two were relatively close together, but their positions had drastically altered from their original alignment.

Han Yu chuckled inwardly. I wonder what hilarious prophecies those fools at the Myriad Phenomena Sect are spinning out of this.

Considering Yan San—the Giant Demon Star—had already slipped into the Southern Region completely undetected, the celestial phenomena were clearly inaccurate. Interpreting them as simple geographical coordinates was a fool’s errand.

However, he did notice that the bright star to the south seemed to have inched closer to the center.

Han Yu shook his head, dismissing the thought. The stars might hint at the Myriad Phenomena Sect’s movements, but they proved nothing about the so-called Demon Stars. The “Demon Star” title they slapped on him was likely just their own paranoid delusion, completely detached from the heavens.

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