Crow Immortal: I Can Duplicate Infinite Resources

Han Yu had barely stepped across the threshold of his residence when a summons arrived. He didn’t even have time to close his door before he was standing in front of Elder Lü.

“Disciple,” Elder Lü began, his tone serious. “The Outer Disciple Grand Competition is in two days, and the Inner Sect follows a day later. Do you intend to participate this year?”

Han Yu shook his head. “Master, I will sit this one out.”

Elder Lü exhaled, looking relieved. “Good. A wise choice. You are already at the Sixth Layer of Qi Refining, and your mastery of techniques is far beyond your peers. To put you in the ring would be a massacre. It is better to let your Senior Brothers and Sisters fight for the top spot without you looming over them.”

Han Yu seized the opening. “Actually, Master, I am no longer at the Sixth Layer. I broke through to the Seventh Layer of Qi Refining just two days ago. I was planning to stabilize my foundation before reporting the good news.”

Elder Lü’s eyes went wide. “Seven? You’ve already broken through?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good… Good!” Elder Lü paced the room, nodding vigorously. “Excellent! With this base, once you enter the Ancestral Tree Earth Vein, you are guaranteed to reach the Eighth Layer. That alone saves you two years of bitter cultivation!”

He paused, stroking his beard, his eyes gleaming with calculation. “You are approaching the threshold of Foundation Establishment faster than anyone anticipated. I need to speak with the Sect Leader immediately. We must grant you early access to the Foundation Establishment cultivation methods. If the moment of breakthrough arrives and you are unprepared, it would be a disaster.”

“Thank you, Master.” Han Yu bowed deeply.

Elder Lü waved him off with a chuckle. “Let us dispense with the formalities. We are past that.”

His expression sobered as he changed the subject. “The Spirit Sword Sect and the Mystic One Sect are arriving shortly. Officially, they are here to observe the competitions and the Immortal Destiny Grand Ceremony. Unofficially? We are negotiating a tighter alliance to counter the threat from the Central Heaven Domain’s Upper Sect.”

“Is the Mystic One Sect reliable?” Han Yu asked, his skepticism plain.

“Reliable enough,” Elder Lü replied. “The Spirit Sword Sect’s Supreme Elder personally led a delegation to stay within the Mystic One Sect for ten days. He turned the place upside down looking for treachery. He confirmed they harbor no ill intent toward us.”

Elder Lü leaned back. “Previously, the Mystic One Sect targeted Wanchun Valley because the Upper Sect promised them a Nascent Soul Pill. They were desperate for a way to break through. But they realized the Upper Sect was merely using them as pawns. Now, they believe neither the Little Sky Net Sect nor the Upper Sect can be trusted.”

Han Yu considered this logic. “Before the behemoths of the Central Heaven Domain arrive, the Mystic One Sect sings a song of alliance. But once the Upper Sect actually descends… will they sing the same tune?”

“Who can say?” Elder Lü’s gaze hardened. “The Upper Sect gave a twenty-five-year timeline. Until that clock runs out, we must exchange resources and knowledge to strengthen ourselves. It is a marriage of convenience.”

He continued, his voice firm. “With the Spirit Sword Sect shielding us from above, Wanchun Valley is not necessarily weaker than the Mystic One Sect. We have no reason to fear them. Instead, we will use this opportunity to broaden our disciples’ horizons. The sects of the Southern Domain have been stagnant for too long, trapping themselves behind their own walls. It is time for a change.”

Elder Lü tapped the table. “However, change does not mean we lower our guard.”

“The Grand Competitions and the Ceremony will last three days, all hosted at the Green Grain Market. The Sect Leader decreed this for two reasons: First, to stimulate trade and revitalize the market after the Demonic Cultivator attacks. Second, to keep the Mystic One Sect outside our main gates. If they plan any mischief, they will have to do it in public.”

“The Spirit Sword Sect has been informed and their Supreme Elder voiced no objections.”

Han Yu nodded. It was a sensible arrangement. Keep potential enemies at arm’s length while taking their money.

“One more thing,” Elder Lü added, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Li Tonghai of the Spirit Sword Sect has reached the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining. He is coming with the delegation, and rumor has it he wants to spar with you.”

“Be mentally prepared.”

Han Yu remained calm. “I understand. Senior Brother Li is a man of principle. A friendly exchange of pointers is harmless.”

“Naturally.” Elder Lü grinned. “But if he wants to challenge my disciple, surely he wouldn’t be so rude as to show up empty-handed? We should see what gift he brings before you agree to lift a finger.”

Back in his room, Han Yu wasted no time.

He arranged his resources—the Thousand-Year Sunkwood Heart, a vial of Ancestral Tree Spirit Liquid, and two Qi Refining Spirit Boosting Pills. He consumed the pills and began circulating the Green Grain Qi Cultivation Method.

For half a month’s worth of progress condensed into a single session, he refined the potent medicinal energy. As night fell, he sat beneath the starlight, drawing down the celestial power to condense his sixth Star Luo Thread.

The process was becoming exponentially harder. As the number of threads increased, the resistance grew, requiring immense focus and stability.

The next day, Han Yu returned from his teaching duties at the Battle Hall to find Elder Lü waiting with two Jade Slips.

“I spoke with the Sect Leader,” Lü said, handing them over. “These contain the Green Wood Foundation Establishment Art and a guide on the precautions for the breakthrough. Study them well.”

Han Yu accepted the slips, intending to retreat to his room, but Elder Lü stopped him.

“The time is right. Come with me to the Green Grain Market. The guests are arriving.”

“We settle the negotiations today,” Lü explained as they walked. “Tomorrow, they watch the competitions. It is a show of goodwill—a friendly exchange before the real work begins.”

When they arrived at the Green Grain Market, the welcoming committee was already assembled. Sect Leader Qi and Elder Bai stood at the forefront, flanked by Deacons and a phalanx of elite Inner Disciples.

Sect Leader Qi spotted Han Yu trailing behind Elder Lü, still dressed in his simple green robes.

“Why are you still wearing that?” Qi laughed. “Have you grown attached to the Outer Sect uniform?”

Han Yu bowed. “Disciple is technically still an Outer Disciple. I cannot presume to wear the Inner blue.”

The Sect Leader, the Elders, and the Deacons all chuckled.

“You say you are an Outer Disciple,” Elder Bai said, gesturing to the group behind him. “Ask these Inner Disciples if a single one of them would dare block you from entering the Inner Sect.”

Ye Shinian, Sheng Yan, Jin Qi, and the others exchanged wry smiles. Block him? They couldn’t even beat him.

“Junior Brother Han is humble,” Ye Shinian muttered, shaking his head.

“Alright, enough,” Sect Leader Qi smiled warmly. “Go change. You are at the Sixth—no, Seventh Layer now? You are more than qualified. If the Spirit Sword Sect and Mystic One Sect arrive and see our strongest disciple in green robes, they’ll think we’ve gone mad.”

“Yes, Sect Leader.”

Elder Lü produced a set of fresh blue robes from his Storage Bag. Han Yu stepped aside, quickly changed, and took his place among the Inner Disciples. He blended in perfectly, his aura restrained and calm.

Moments later, the sky above the Green Grain Market tore open.

Two streaks of light pierced the clouds, descending with palpable pressure.

The Spirit Sword Sect arrived first. Their flying vessel looked like it had been cast from solid obsidian and black iron. At the bow, a massive phantom of an ancient bronze sword shimmered, spitting out tongues of razor-sharp sword qi.

Yin Hong stood at the prow, hands clasped behind his back, his white beard whipping in the wind. Behind him stood twelve disciples, silent and imposing as statues. Among them, Han Yu spotted the scarred female cultivator and Li Tonghai, both bearing heavy flying swords on their backs.

“Friends of Wanchun Valley!” Yin Hong’s voice boomed like thunder. “It has been too long. I trust you are all well?”

Close behind came the Mystic One Sect.

Their arrival was less aggressive but equally grand. A magnificent cloud carriage descended, pulled by nine red-crowned cranes. The frame was carved from green jade, radiating a soft, ethereal light.

Daoist Lingxiu stood atop the carriage, a horsetail whisk in hand. His snow-white robe was embroidered with the seven stars of the Big Dipper. His entourage was dressed in indigo and moon-white, a sea of calm blues and whites.

“Fellow Daoist Yin,” Daoist Lingxiu called out, his voice smooth. “Your sword intent has grown even more refined.”

The cloud carriage touched down, illusions of blooming lotus flowers rippling across the ground. Lingxiu turned his smile to Sect Leader Qi. “This poor Daoist brings a few humble Talisman Treasures from the Mystic One Sect. Consider it a small ceremonial gift. I hope you will accept it with a smile.”

Sect Leader Qi stepped forward, ready to welcome the two heavyweights of the region.

But before he could speak, a third voice cut through the air, sharp and mocking.

“Three great sects gathering for the Immortal Destiny Grand Ceremony? Now, how could the Little Sky Net Sect be left out of such a party?”