A Good-for-Nothing? I Have a Black Eagle Clone

Ling Chen spent three years struggling in the outer sect, his spiritual energy stuck at the second level. Everyone called him a good-for-nothing.

Then he fell into the Black Mist Abyss, a place within the sect where no one had survived for three thousand years, and awakened a Black Eagle clone. His main body went on cultivating as usual, turning in medicinal herbs and dealing with the provocations of the prodigy Xiao Huan, while his clone, a fledgling, could nest safely in that death zone where flesh rotted away, bringing back one precious herb after another from the abyss floor, where none had dared venture in three thousand years.

While others risked their lives and still could not gather the three pounds of herbs required for their quota, he paid his in full without a second thought. The people Xiao Huan wanted, and the dignity he wanted to force from Ling Chen, he took back inch by inch.

In this life, the good-for-nothing with a soul too vast for his body could finally contain all living beings.