Crow Immortal: I Can Duplicate Infinite Resources

“Well? Will you apologize or not?”

Lin Lingxiu did not answer. Broken and humiliated, he only turned his head to look desperately at Qin Ting.

Qin Ting’s gaze lingered on Han Yu for a moment before he smiled. A surge of Spiritual Power erupted from his body, extending toward the arena like an invisible hand.

Instantly, Sect Leader Qi flared his own aura, forming a protective barrier around Han Yu.

“Qin Ting!” Sect Leader Qi barked, his voice laced with warning. Yin Hong and Daoist Lingxiu stepped forward, their Spiritual Power surging in readiness. “Do you intend to disregard your status and bully a junior?”

“Bully?” Qin Ting chuckled smoothly. “How could that be? I am merely retrieving my disciple.”

With a wave of his hand, his Spiritual Power wrapped around the battered Lin Lingxiu, lifting him off the rubble-strewn stage and pulling him back to the Little Sky Net Sect’s side.

Once his disciple was safe, Qin Ting nodded politely to Han Yu. “Wanchun Valley truly has a remarkable genius. You have opened my eyes today. As for Lingxiu’s earlier disrespect… he was simply too eager for victory. I hope my friends from Wanchun Valley will not take a child’s outburst to heart.”

It was a masterclass in deflection. He had offered an apology without admitting fault, framing the insult as mere competitive spirit.

Han Yu did not respond to the provocation. He simply issued a mental command.

Caw! Caw!

The swirling storm of crows dissolved into streaks of black shadow, diving obediently back into the spirit beast bag at his waist.

Han Yu stepped down from the arena and bowed deeply to Elder Lü. “Disciple is fortunate not to have disgraced the Master’s sect.”

Elder Lü reached out, grabbing Han Yu by the shoulder and pulling him close. “Good! Good disciple!” he laughed, his eyes crinkling with pride.

While master and disciple shared their moment, Sect Leader Qi looked on with gratification before turning his sharp gaze back to the visitors. “Does the Little Sky Net Sect wish to continue sparring?”

Qin Ting glanced at Lin Lingxiu. A silent message passed between them via Divine Sense.

“Master,” Lin Lingxiu croaked, his voice weak, “I… I do not wish to spar anymore. I want to return and cultivate.”

“Very well. We shall return.”

Qin Ting nodded, then addressed the Wanchun Valley leadership. “Everyone, after such a defeat, it is the perfect time for my disciple to reflect on his shortcomings and strive for progress. As his Master, I should not dampen his resolve.”

“You are leaving now?”

“Take care. We will not keep you,” Sect Leader Qi said immediately, practically holding the door open.

Qin Ting ignored the obvious dismissal. He cupped his hands in a polite farewell, released a massive spindle-shaped flying artifact, and ushered Lin Lingxiu and the rest of his disciples onto it.

Without another word, the Little Sky Net Sect rose into the air and departed.

As the spindle disappeared into the clouds, Yin Hong and Daoist Lingxiu gathered around Sect Leader Qi.

“What exactly was their plan?” Yin Hong muttered. “I’ll hold onto the Spirit Condensing Golden Pill for the Sect. And regarding that Foundation Establishment Pill… do not let Han Yu consume it yet. Something about this feels wrong.”

Daoist Lingxiu scowled. “Why do I feel like they came here specifically to let that Lin Ling… ugh, sharing a Daoist name with that brat is truly unlucky… to let that Lin kid fight Han Yu?”

“I have the same feeling,” Yin Hong agreed. “Though I must say, Han Yu is a rare talent. Within the Qi Refining realm, he likely has no equal.”

Sect Leader Qi frowned deeply. “Han Yu is indeed our best, but he is still just a Qi Refining disciple. If the Little Sky Net Sect truly values him this much, it is not a good sign. Why focus so heavily on a junior who hasn’t even reached Foundation Establishment?”

Sect Leader Qi was certain of one thing: outsiders could not possibly know about Han Yu’s ability to refine Spirit Roots or his Universal Comprehension.

So why target him? Was it because Elder Lü picked up that transparent spindle? Or did they find out about the Star Luo Traction Technique?

It makes no sense, Qi thought. Few people even know he practices that technique. Did they have spies?

The three elders exchanged worried glances. They couldn’t guess the specific plot, but they all agreed on one thing: the Little Sky Net Sect harbored ill intentions.

Down by the arena, the mood was far more celebratory.

Li Yunxia and Tian Ziyue rushed forward, their faces beaming. “Little Eighteen! That was incredible! I didn’t know you had a move like that up your sleeve!”

“Eighteenth Junior Brother is truly amazing!”

Elder Lü smiled and stepped aside, allowing the swarm of eager disciples to surround his Disciple.

Han Yu was instantly engulfed by familiar faces. Outer Disciples and Inner Disciples alike vied for his attention.

“Han Yu! You rule!” Bai Lingyun screamed, unable to contain his excitement.

Han Yu looked around, spotting Zhong Yue, Sun Kang, Liu Lan, Wang Teng, and Meng Bao waving from the crowd. Senior Brothers Sheng Yan and Jin Qi nodded with respectful smiles.

Even Yuan Shengjiao, the champion of the Inner Sect Competition, sighed in admiration. “Junior Brother Han is in a league of his own. Just watching from the sidelines, I know I wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Ye Shinian hesitated for a moment but couldn’t suppress his curiosity. He stepped forward. “Junior Brother Han… that final burst… that was your full strength, wasn’t it?”

The crowd went silent, waiting for the answer.

Han Yu nodded gravely. “Yes. I gave it everything I had. It was dangerously close. I even had to shatter my own flying sword to secure the win.”

Ye Shinian let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Of course. He destroyed his weapon. He couldn’t have been holding back.

“That is still terrifying,” Ye Shinian exclaimed. “Before I reached Foundation Establishment, I couldn’t have handled such methods.”

“Don’t feel bad,” an Inner Disciple laughed. “None of us could. Junior Brother Han is just a monster!”

Laughter rippled through the crowd.

Suddenly, the crowd parted. Li Tonghai and Chen Ying of the Spirit Sword Sect approached, having received permission from Yin Hong.

The Wanchun Valley disciples stepped aside, creating a path for the guests.

Walking down the aisle of admiring peers, Li Tonghai and Chen Ying felt a strange sensation. They were both at the ninth layer of Qi Refining, significantly higher than Han Yu’s sixth layer. Yet, approaching him felt less like meeting a peer and more like an audience with a superior.

Dozens of disciples here had higher cultivation than Han Yu. Many had better Spirit Roots. Yet not a single one showed jealousy or doubt. They all stood united in genuine admiration.

Li Tonghai, never one to filter his thoughts, walked right up to Han Yu and grinned. “Senior Brother Han, look at them. They are sincerely convinced of your strength. Even I feel a heartfelt admiration. Do you know who you remind me of?”

Before Han Yu could answer, Chen Ying, the scar on her face crinkling as she smiled handsomely, cut in. “Junior Brother Li, Senior Brother Han isn’t from our Spirit Sword Sect. He wouldn’t know.” She turned to Han Yu. “He’s thinking of his Master—our Sect Leader Ye.”

“Exactly,” Li Tonghai boomed. “I was thinking of my Master.”

“Back then, my Master didn’t have the highest cultivation or the best Spirit Roots. But he drew his sword and defeated every peer in the Spirit Sword Sect, pressing forward indomitably until he shook the entire sect to its core.”

Li Tonghai’s eyes shone. “I didn’t see it happen, but looking at you today… I imagine it felt exactly like this!”

Han Yu smiled humbly. “Senior Brother Li praises me excessively. I merely won by luck. How can I compare to Sect Leader Ye?”

“You really are different from my Master,” Li Tonghai laughed. “If it were him, he would never show such weakness!”

Han Yu opened his mouth to be modest again, but Li Tonghai shoved a Jade Slip into his hands.

“We agreed earlier. A copy of the Soul Condensing Sword Technique. I’ve already asked the Supreme Elder, and the Sect has permitted it.”

Han Yu was surprised. “Senior Brother Li, we haven’t even fought yet. Why give me the technique?”

Li Tonghai rolled his eyes. “Do I look like an idiot? Even if there were two of me, I wouldn’t be your opponent. I’m forfeiting the match before I get embarrassed!”

He forced Han Yu to close his fingers around the Jade Slip.

Beside him, Chen Ying smiled and pulled a long object from her Storage Bag. It was a magnificent five-foot sword, its blade patterned with intricate frost-lines. A wave of cold air radiated from it, making the air sharp enough to sting the nose.

Chen Ying held the sword with both hands and offered it to Han Yu. “Come, Junior Brother Han. Take the sword!”

“Thank you for venting my anger for me!”

Han Yu blinked, genuinely taken aback. “Senior Sister Chen, this is too much. I only did what I had to do. How can I accept such a generous gift?”

“Don’t be surprised, Junior Brother Han,” Chen Ying laughed. “This is a High Grade flying sword forged by the Spirit Sword Sect. But my own bonded sword has been with me for years, and it suits me perfectly. I have no intention of replacing it.”

She pushed the hilt toward him. “Since I’ve met a genius like you, it’s only right to find a suitable master for this blade.”

“Please, Junior Brother Han. Do not refuse!”