All Heavens: Sharing Talents with Countless Mes

He turned and left, his steps light and quick, clearly confident in the mission.

Hua Wuxin watched his retreating figure, a hint of worry subtly showing between his brows.

"Elder, is this matter... truly capable of succeeding?" she asked in a low voice.

Hua Wuji did not answer, but instead cast his gaze toward the dim sky outside the window.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke: "Whether it succeeds or not, no one can predict. But one thing is certain—"

"Ye Fan must not be allowed to live."

"His existence is a huge threat to our ruthless lineage."

Hua Wuxin felt a chill run down his spine and dared not ask any more questions.

Three days later, at the ancestral hall of the Jiuli Dynasty.

Li Lei walked into the main hall with a joyful expression and bowed to the Jiuli Ancestor who was sitting cross-legged.

"Ancestor, it's done!"

The Nine Li Ancestor opened his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing within them: "The Ruthless Clan has agreed?"

"They agreed!" Li Lei exclaimed excitedly, "and they even came up with a very detailed plan!"

"Tell me about it."

Li Lei took a deep breath and recounted the Ruthless Clan's plan in detail.

After hearing this, the Nine Li Ancestor smiled with satisfaction.

“Good, very good,” he said slowly. “The Ruthless Lineage truly lives up to its reputation as an ancient power with a history spanning ten thousand years; their actions are decisive and swift.”

"However..." he changed the subject, "their suggestion to prioritize dealing with Ye Fan is somewhat surprising to me."

Li Lei nodded and said, "I also find it a bit strange. Logically speaking, Chu Yang is the biggest threat, so why would they go to such lengths to deal with Ye Fan first?"

The Nine Li Ancestor sneered, "The reason is simple—they're afraid."

Li Lei was stunned: "Scared?"

"Indeed," said the Nine Li Ancestor calmly. "Chu Yang's strength has exceeded their expectations. If they were to rashly confront him head-on, they would have no chance of success."

"So they chose a safer approach—to eliminate Ye Fan first, weaken Chu Yang's power, and then proceed gradually."

Li Lei suddenly realized: "So that's how it is!"

The Nine Li Ancestor stood up, walked to the palace entrance with his hands behind his back, and gazed at the rising sun in the distance.

"Actually, that's what I think too," he said in a deep voice. "Chu Yang is far too powerful. If we confront him head-on, we'll only humiliate ourselves."

"But Ye Fan is different."

"Although he is exceptionally talented, his cultivation is still shallow, and he is far from being our match. As long as we devise a meticulous plan, capturing and killing him will not be difficult."

"If Ye Fan dies, Chu Yang will inevitably be devastated, and might even reveal a weakness in his strategy as a result."

"That will be the best time for us to counterattack."

Li Lei nodded repeatedly: "Ancestor's insight is brilliant!"

The Nine Li Ancestor turned around, looked at Li Lei, and a deep light flashed in his eyes.

"Li Lei, the rest is up to you," he said in a deep voice. "Remember, you absolutely cannot fail this time."

“I understand.” Li Lei bowed and accepted the order.

He turned and left, his steps hurried, clearly eager to put his plan into action.

Watching his departing figure, a sinister smile appeared on the face of the Nine Li Ancestor.

Ye Fan...

Chu Yang...

This time, I'll see how long you can keep up your arrogance!

He slowly raised his right hand, looking at the arm that had just regained some strength, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes.

The effect of that evil skill was even better than he had expected.

Given time, he will not only be able to recover to his peak, but may even go further and touch the legendary Emperor Realm!

At that time, not only Chu Yang, but the entire Big Dipper Star Region will have to grovel at his feet!
"Ha ha ha ha……"

An old man's manic laughter echoed in the ancestral hall, lingering for a long time.

……

Meanwhile, at the stronghold of the Ruthless Clan.

Hua Yunfei stood alone at the highest point of the fortress, looking down at the vast and desolate wilderness below.

The night wind was biting, making his robes flutter, but it couldn't dispel the determination in his eyes.

"Ye Fan..."

He muttered to himself, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"This time, you can't escape."

He took out a jade slip from his bosom and gently infused it with his divine thoughts.

The jade slip glowed faintly, and then a phantom image appeared.

The man was a middle-aged man dressed in black robes; he was Li Yuan, the envoy sent by the Jiuli Dynasty to make contact.

"Young Master Hua, is everything ready?" Li Yuan's voice came from the jade slip.

Hua Yunfei nodded: "Everything is ready. I will lead my men to the designated location in three days to meet you."

"Very good." Li Yuan's voice held a hint of excitement. "Then see you in three days."

Communication was interrupted, and the light on the jade slip gradually dimmed.

Hua Yunfei put the jade slip into his pocket and turned to walk into the fortress.

Half a month later, in the Eastern Wilderness.

On this vast land, barren mountains and wild ridges stretch endlessly, with the occasional ruins of a dilapidated ancient city, which have long lost their former glory under the erosion of time.

Ye Fan walked alone on a desolate ancient road, his expression calm and his steps unhurried.

Since parting ways with Qinling, he has left Chu Yang's protection and embarked on the path of cultivation alone.

Chu Yang told him that the path of cultivation ultimately requires one to forge one's own way. He couldn't always follow behind others; one day, he would have to rely on his own strength to carve out his own place in this world.

Ye Fan deeply agreed.

He possesses the Ancient Sacred Body, an unparalleled talent. If he continues to rely on the protection of others, does he still deserve this supreme sacred body?

Moreover, Chu Yang also had his own things to do.

The development of Tianwaitian, its maneuvering with various forces, and the impending dark turmoil...

These are all matters that Chu Yang needs to handle personally.

He cannot become a burden to Chu Yang.

The big black dog wanted to follow him, but he flatly refused.

Although that dog was quite powerful, it was always acting strangely, constantly thinking about this treasure or that opportunity. Following it, forget about cultivation; you'd be lucky not to get killed.

Therefore, Ye Fan chose to travel alone.

His target was an ancient cave dwelling deep in the Eastern Wilderness.

It is said that this place was once the place where an ancient sage cultivated himself, and some of his legacy and treasures may still remain there.

For Ye Fan right now, this is exactly what he desperately needs.

After the Battle of Qinling, he received a considerable amount of resources, enough for him to cultivate for a long time. However, if he wanted to advance further and break through his current bottleneck, he needed to find more opportunities.

That ancient cave might be the key to his breakthrough.

Along the ancient road, withered yellow grass swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound.

Ye Fan stopped and looked up at the horizon.

As the sun sets, its afterglow, like blood, dyes the entire sky a deep crimson.

"I should find a place to rest," he muttered to himself.

Just then, his brows furrowed slightly.

A faint, almost imperceptible aura drifted over from afar. It was so faint that, had his senses not been exceptionally sharp, he likely wouldn't have noticed it at all.

"Is someone following me?"

Ye Fan felt a chill run down his spine, but he didn't stop walking at all, maintaining his original pace.

He subtly released his divine sense, probing his surroundings.

He quickly noticed something was wrong.

Several auras are hidden in the mountains and forests on both sides of the ancient road.

Those auras were all suppressed very low, and could not be detected at all without careful investigation.

However, Ye Fan possessed the Ancient Sacred Body, making his perception of aura far superior to that of ordinary people.

Those hidden enemies had nowhere to hide in his eyes.

"At least seven people... no, nine," Ye Fan calculated silently. "Three of them possess exceptionally powerful auras; they should be experts at the Great Power realm."

"The remaining six are slightly weaker, but they are all at least at the Saint Transformation Realm."

His heart sank.

This lineup is clearly aimed at him.

Moreover, the other side had clearly made thorough preparations, otherwise they wouldn't have arranged things so meticulously.

"Who is it?" Ye Fan's mind raced. "The Nine Li Dynasty? The Xiao family? Or some other force?"

He considered many possibilities, but could never be certain.

Since the Battle of Qinling, he has offended far too many people.

Any force could potentially target him.

"Whoever it is, now that they're here, they're not leaving easily."

A cold glint flashed in Ye Fan's eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He continued walking forward, as if he hadn't noticed anything.

But his divine sense remained locked on those hidden enemies, ready to deal with any unexpected situations.

The ancient road winds its way forward, gradually disappearing into a dense forest.

The dense forest is deep and secluded, with ancient trees reaching for the sky, blocking out most of the sunlight. Only sparse rays of light filter through the gaps in the branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Ye Fan walked into the dense forest, his pace gradually slowing down.

He sensed that the presence of his pursuers was gradually drawing closer.

The other side seemed to have noticed that he had entered the dense forest and began to tighten their encirclement.

"You've come at the perfect time."

Ye Fan's smile deepened.

He chose to enter this dense forest to settle his score with his opponent.

The dense forest has complex terrain and abundant trees, making it very suitable for guerrilla warfare.

With his speed and agility, as long as he is not surrounded, he can defeat them one by one.

Just as he was about to make his move, an old voice suddenly came from the depths of the dense forest.

"Ye Fan, you can't escape now."

Ye Fan paused, turning his head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

A gaunt figure slowly emerged from the dense forest. It was the same person he had seen in the Qinling Mountains—Hua Yunfei's master, an elder of the Ruthless lineage.

This elder was named Hua Wuyai, and his cultivation had reached the peak of the Great Power realm, only one step away from becoming a Saint.

Within the Ruthless Clan, his status was second only to the Supreme Elder Hua Wuji.

"The Ruthless Clan?" Ye Fan narrowed his eyes. "You guys are truly persistent."

Hua Wuyai chuckled, his withered face contorted with malice.

"Ye Fan, in the Battle of Qinling, you ruined the grand plan of my Ruthless Clan. Today is your death day!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a rustling sound came from all around the dense forest.

The hidden enemies revealed themselves and surrounded Ye Fan.

Ye Fan looked around and found that there were nine people surrounding him.

Besides Hua Wuyai, there were two other powerful experts at the Great Power level and six cultivators at the Saint Transformation level.

"Nine people against one of me?" Ye Fan scoffed. "Is this all the ruthless people in the Ruthless Clan are capable of?"

Hua Wuyai's face darkened, and a flash of anger appeared in his eyes.

But he quickly regained his composure and said coldly, "Ye Fan, you don't need to waste your breath. Today, this is where you'll die!"

"Guards! Seize him!"

At his command, the six Saint Transformation Realm cultivators simultaneously attacked Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was prepared; with a flash, he disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

The next moment, he appeared behind a cultivator and struck out with his palm.

boom!
Before the cultivator could even react, he was struck in the back by the palm strike. He flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into an ancient tree. He coughed up blood and his fate was unknown.

"Such speed!" Hua Wuyai's pupils shrank, his heart filled with shock.

Ye Fan's speed was much faster than he had imagined.

If he hadn't made thorough preparations beforehand, he probably would have let that kid get away today.

"Don't just stand there! Attack together!" he shouted sternly.

The remaining five Saint Transformation Realm cultivators gritted their teeth and charged forward, simultaneously unleashing their divine powers to attack Ye Fan.

Ye Fan moved erratically, weaving freely through the attacks of the five men, occasionally finding an opening to launch a fatal blow.

In the blink of an eye, two more cultivators were severely injured by him and fell to the ground.

"Useless trash!" Hua Wuyai was furious and finally took action himself.

A terrifying aura erupted from him, and he pounced on Ye Fan like a ferocious beast.

"Great power..." Ye Fan's expression changed slightly, and he quickly retreated.

Hua Wuyai was too fast. He had only taken a few steps back when he felt an invisible force lock onto him.

"Settle it for me!" Hua Wuyai shouted, and a beam of mysterious light shot out from his palm, enveloping Ye Fan.

Ye Fan froze, realizing he was unable to move.

This is a binding supernatural power, specifically designed to restrain opponents with lower cultivation levels.

"Oh no!" Ye Fan was shocked and desperately tried to break free of his restraints by activating the divine power within his body.

But the mysterious light seemed to have a life of its own, tightening its grip until he was completely unable to move.

Hua Wuyai chuckled coldly and walked towards Ye Fan step by step.

"Ye Fan, do you think you can take on all of us by yourself?" he sneered. "You're too naive!"

Ye Fan gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment.

He never expected that the Ruthless Clan would send such a lineup to deal with him.

Under normal circumstances, he might have been able to use the advantages of the Ancient Sacred Body to contend with Hua Wuyai.

But now that his body is bound, he is unable to unleash his full strength.

"Let me go!" he roared, his divine power surging wildly as he desperately tried to break free from the restraints.

Click!

Several cracks appeared on that beam of light, clearly unable to withstand Ye Fan's impact.

Hua Wuyai's expression changed, and he immediately increased his output.

"Hmph! The Ancient Sacred Body truly lives up to its name!" he sneered. "But do you think you can escape my grasp?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two powerful figures behind him simultaneously attacked, each releasing a binding divine light that enveloped Ye Fan layer by layer. (End of this chapter)