All Chapters of The CopyCat Immortal : Chapter 11
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CChapter 11: Threat from Behind the Scenes
The lanterns of the Azure Cloud Sect’s middle peak flickered with a dying amber glow as the midnight wind whistled through the jagged limestone arches. Ren didn’t need his eyes to see the path back to his shack; he could feel the cold dampness of the stones through the soles of his thin, worn sandals. More importantly, he could feel the gaze.It was sharp, predatory, and smelled faintly of burned oil. Someone had been trailing him since he left the infirmary.The "Core-Damper" ring on Ren's finger was practically screaming. Its steady hum had turned into a high-pitched whine as it struggled to stabilize the chaotic collision of the Earth-Crush resonance he’d just stolen from Sun Tao and the Inferno Burst that still sought to cook his liver. He was a walking ecological disaster, his meridians feeling less like pathways and more like high-pressure steam pipes nearing their breaking point."Come on out," Ren murmured, stopping in the center of the shadows cast by the Pavilion of Silent O
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Chapter 12: Meeting with the Elders
The heavy iron-wood doors of the Pavilion of Emerald Depths didn’t just open; they groaned under the weight of an invisible spiritual pressure. Ren didn't bother fixing his sleeve. The tattered hemp was still stained with Feng’s blood and his own bile, but dressing up wouldn't hide the truth. To the Elders sitting on the high dais, he wasn’t a student. He was a bug under a magnifying glass, and the sun was getting dangerously bright. The hall was cavernous, smelling of five-thousand-year-old cedar and the metallic tang of pure, unfiltered Qi. At the center of the room sat four figures. Ren recognized the mercurial eyes of Elder Zhou immediately, but the others were new terrors. Elder Meng, a woman whose beauty had been chiseled into a mask of perpetual frost, sat on the left. Beside her was Elder Han-Tao, a man so wide he seemed to occupy two seats at once, his breath sounding like a smithy’s bellows. Last Updated : 2026-05-04Read more
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Chapter 13: Mission to the Hidden Dragon Valley
The Hidden Dragon Valley wasn’t a valley at all; it was a scar in the earth, a jagged ravine that looked like a dragon’s claw had tried to pull the sky down into the dirt. The air was heavy, smelling of crushed granite and ancient moss. Ren walked three paces behind Hua Ran, adjusting the straps of his rucksack. The silence between them was like a wall of ice—literally. Hua Ran radiated a frosty aura that kept the damp valley heat at bay, but it also made the hairs on Ren’s neck stand up. To her, he wasn't a partner; he was a clerical error that walked on two legs. "Try to keep your breath steady, Ren," Hua Ran said, not bothering to turn around. Her voice was sharp, cultured, but carrying that edge of clinical boredom common among those born to be gods. "The pressure in this part of the ravine destabilizes weaker spirit roots. If you vomit on the trail, clean it up yourself. I’m not here to mother a laborer."Last Updated : 2026-05-05Read more
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Chapter 14: The Hunt for Water Techniques
Ren didn't care about the beauty of the moon reflecting off Mirror-Soul Lake. He wasn’t a poet; he was a thief, and he was currently looking at a "manual" made of high-pressure liquid and prehistoric hunger. "Fire in the lungs, wind in the veins, earth in the bones, and lightning in the nerves," Ren whispered, his eyes narrowing as he crouched on a jagged ledge of obsidian. "It’s a damn elemental mess. I’m a walking catastrophe looking for a coolant." His internal world was screaming. Ever since he had integrated the Titanic Mantle from the Hidden Dragon Valley, his meridians had felt dangerously clogged. The Inferno Burst was too hot, the Azure Static too sharp. He was a pressurized steam pipe nearing the bursting point. He needed Water—not just for a well-rounded arsenal, but to act as a lubricant for his boiling core. Below him, the Mirror-Soul Lake didn't ripple. It was an unnaturally flat she
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Chapter 15: The Secret Meeting
The midnight air on the outskirts of the Azure Cloud Sect was thick enough to chew on. It was the kind of darkness that favored the desperate and the deviant. Ren leaned against a moss-covered granite pillar near the derelict tool sheds, the "Core-Damper" ring on his finger vibrating with a steady, rhythmic chill. It felt like a heartbeat—slow, artificial, and ice-cold. Ren didn’t need his sight. His stolen quintet of elements—Fire, Wind, Lightning, Earth, and Water—had transformed his perception into a multi-layered sensor grid. He could hear the mice scratching beneath the floorboards of the servants’ quarters a mile away, and he could certainly hear the nervous, uneven breathing of someone trying very hard to be invisible ten paces behind a cluster of bamboo. "If you're going to keep sweating that loud, the guards three peaks over are going to hear your pores popping, Li Ming," Ren said, his voice a flat, tir
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Chapter 16: The Trial Tournament Continues
The Iron-Bell Arena was no longer a place of laughter. It had become a pressure cooker of stifled anticipation and growing resentment. The sun hammered down on the white limestone floor, but the chill radiating from the disciples in the stands was sharper than the heat. Ren stood at the center of the ring, his tattered hemp robes fluttering in a breeze he was secretly generating to stay cool. Across from him stood Liang Bo, a youth with eyes like polished flint and a sheath of seven serrated daggers strapped to his thigh. Liang wasn’t just an Inner Disciple; he was a specialist of the "Glistening Edge" style. "They say you’re the Luckiest Man in the Azure Cloud Sect," Liang Bo said, his voice as thin and sharp as a razor blade. He drew two daggers with a flourish so fast it left twin silver trails in the humid air. "But luck doesn't have a heartbeat. And steel doesn't care about flukes." Ren adjusted his grip
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Chapter 17: Old Enemies, New Power
The sun didn't just shine on the Iron-Bell Arena; it baked the limestone into a blinding white glare that made every shadow look like a hole in reality. Thousands of disciples had crowded into the bleachers, their voices a discordant roar of betting tallies and whispered curses. Today wasn't a sparring match. It was a grudge, ancient and bitter, being settled on a grand stage. "Semi-finals!" the referee screamed, his voice carrying over the crowd through the resonance arrays. "Xiang Wu of the Emerald Pillar versus Ren of the Servant Quarters! Warriors to the center!" Xiang Wu didn't walk out from his side of the arena. He erupted. A sudden, violent burst of Emerald Qi propelled him toward the center, leaving a cracked crater where he had stood. He landed without a sound, his posture upright and lethal, radiating a level of confidence that verged on divinity. To his left hung the massive Iron-Grit Flail, its chain coiled around his brawny for
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Chapter 18: A Suspicious Final
The silence in the Iron-Bell Arena was no longer the hushed anticipation of a crowd waiting for a spectacle; it was the suffocating, heavy dread of an audience witnessing a glitch in the natural order. Sunlight baked the white limestone, but for those seated in the high bleachers, the world felt frigid. Ren stood in the center, his tattered hemp robes held together by dried blood and sheer stubbornness. His right arm dangled with a slight tremor, a souvenir from his clash with Xiang Wu. Opposite him stood Hua Ran. She was a vision of clinical, frozen perfection. Her silk robes, the color of a winter sky, didn't have a single smudge of dust on them. Her blade, Glacial Solitude, wasn't even drawn yet, yet the air around her was a churning vortex of frost that turned her breath into pale silver ghosts. Unlike Xiang Wu, there was no arrogance in her sapphire eyes. There was only a cold, surgical curiosity. "You're a mess, Re
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Chapter 19: Rewards and Consequences
Ren didn’t wake up to the damp, rotten smell of the servant’s shack. Instead, his lungs were greeted by the cloyingly sweet aroma of high-grade medicinal incense and the sterilized hum of the Azure Pavilion’s primary infirmary. For the first time in sixteen years, the "Lucky Trash" was lying on silk sheets. It felt like a joke. A very expensive, very dangerous joke. His internal world was a riot of flickering signals. The Core-Damper ring on his finger was a pile of useless, cracked metal sitting on a side table. Without it, Ren could feel every stolen element grinding against the next. The Titanic Mantle felt like lead in his bones, while the Inferno Burst pulsed behind his eyes like a localized sun. He was at ninety-eight percent saturation. If he breathed too deeply, he might actually manifest a storm. "Look who’s back from the dead. Again," a voice muttered from the corner. <
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Chapter 26: The Arrival of the Domain Expert”
The silence wasn't a lack of sound. It was an amputation. One second, the air was filled with the rhythmic screams of the wounded and the crackle of a hundred war-fires; the next, reality seemed to hold its breath. Even the smell of ozone and burnt lavender from the medicinal gardens vanished, replaced by the scent of nothing. Just dry, cold, airless nothing.Inside the medical tent, Li Ming dropped a basin of warm water. It didn’t splash. It just sat on the floor, the liquid suspended in a strange, thick tension. Ren, lying on the stretcher, felt his heart give a sluggish, panicked thrum. His internal HUD flickered to life, not with its usual rhythmic calm, but with a warning that glowed a violent, frantic purple.**[WARNING: DOMAIN EXPANSION DETECTED]****[ATMOSPHERIC PRESSURE: INCREASING BY 400%]****[TARGET LEVEL: CORE-REALIZATION PEAK / DOMAIN EXPERT]**"Hey... Li Ming..." Ren rasped, his voice sounding like someone dragging a heavy chain over dry bone. "Get out of here. Run. For
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