All Heavens: Sharing Talents with Countless Mes

Zhetian Chuyang smiled slightly: "The situation in the Journey to the West world is even more complex than in my world. His path will probably not be easy."

Devouring Chu Yang, however, looked on with anticipation.

"The world of Journey to the West..." he murmured to himself, "That's a place brimming with opportunities. If he can establish himself there, our overall strength will increase significantly."

Honghuang Chuyang nodded in agreement: "That's right. Although the Journey to the West world is dangerous, it also contains endless opportunities. If we can obtain the cultivation techniques and resources there, it will benefit all of us."

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore." Devouring Chu Yang waved his hand. "Let him handle his own affairs. Let's continue discussing our previous plan."

His gaze fell on Zhetian Chuyang, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"What have you thought about regarding the merging of your two incarnations?"

After pondering for a moment, Zhetian Chuyang slowly nodded.

“I’ve thought it through,” he said. “This plan is definitely feasible.”

"However, before that, I need to thoroughly resolve the matters concerning the Shrouding the Heavens world."

"Dark turmoil is imminent, and I must ensure that nothing goes wrong over there."

Devouring Chu Yang nodded: "Of course. There's still plenty of time; there's no need to rush."

"Once things are settled on your end, we'll begin our cultivation to unite our two lives."

Zhetian Chuyang smiled and said, "Then it's settled."

The night was deep in Chang'an.

A crescent moon hung in the sky, casting its cool light on the bluestone-paved street, giving it a faint silvery glow.

In a quiet alley in the east of the city, a figure leaned against a wall, panting heavily.

The figure was dressed in a faded blue robe, with delicate features and a hint of weariness between his brows. It was none other than Chu Yang, who had just returned from the Soul Palace.

"call……"

He exhaled a long breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.

Everything that happened in the Palace of Souls was like a bizarre and fantastical dream.

But the vast amount of information and memories in his mind clearly told him that it was all real.

The cultivation system that devours worlds, the Haki and Devil Fruits of the One Piece world, the Great Dao Laws of the Primordial World, the secret realm cultivation of the Shrouding the Heavens world...

All this knowledge and insights from different dimensions converged in his mind at this moment, giving him wisdom and vision far beyond that of ordinary people.

"So I wasn't alone after all..."

Chu Yang muttered to himself, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

Although he was now just a scholar with no physical strength, his heart was filled with unprecedented confidence.

Because he knew that in that mysterious palace of souls, there were other "selves" silently supporting him.

Although they live in different worlds, they share the same soul.

As long as he doesn't give up, he will definitely be able to make a name for himself.

"The primary task now is to resolve the immediate crisis."

Chu Yang composed himself and began to analyze his current situation.

Young Master Cui falsely accused him of cheating in the provincial examination and bribed the government to issue an arrest warrant.

If he were caught, given the power of the Cui family, they would probably sentence him to death.

His fiancée, Liu Ruyan, will also fall into the clutches of Young Master Cui.

"We absolutely cannot let that happen."

A cold glint flashed in Chu Yang's eyes.

Although he currently lacks cultivation, he possesses memories and insights from other planes.

While those things cannot be directly converted into combat power, they can grant him wisdom that transcends this era.

"First, I need to find a safe place to stay."

He looked around and realized that the alley he was in was located in the slums of the eastern part of the city, surrounded by dilapidated houses, making it look quite desolate.

Although the place is simple, it has one advantage—there are no soldiers patrolling here.

"Let's just hide here for the night."

Chu Yang found a relatively clean corner, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to organize the information in his mind.

He needs to find something from that vast amount of knowledge that can help him solve his current predicament.

Silent all night.

The next morning, the first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating the entire city of Chang'an.

Chu Yang opened his eyes, looking energetic.

After a night of reflection, he had a clear understanding of his situation and had come up with several ways to deal with it.

"The first step is to solve the problem of food and clothing."

He touched his empty pockets and gave a bitter smile.

He is now penniless and can't even afford a meal.

If you can't even fill your stomach, how can you talk about turning your life around?
"We need to find a way to get some money."

Chu Yang stood up, dusted himself off, and walked out of the alley.

Chang'an was the capital of the Tang Dynasty, a bustling and prosperous city with numerous shops and a constant flow of people.

Chu Yang walked through the bustling crowd, taking in everything around him.

He needs to find a way to make money quickly.

Ordinary jobs are definitely not an option; not only do they pay little, but they also easily expose your whereabouts.

Ideally, it should be a way to make a large sum of money all at once.

Just as he was deep in thought, a commotion came from ahead.

"Come and see! Zuixianlou is holding another poetry gathering!"

"It's said the prize this time is one hundred taels of silver!"

"One hundred taels? Really?"

"Of course it's true! The owner of Zuixianlou said that whoever wins the poetry competition will receive one hundred taels of silver!"

Chu Yang's heart stirred, and his feet involuntarily walked towards the direction from which the sound came.

Zuixianlou was one of the most famous restaurants in Chang'an, frequently hosting various poetry and literary gatherings that attracted scholars and literati.

The prizes for poetry gatherings are often very generous.

"One hundred taels of silver..."

A faint smile appeared on Chu Yang's lips.

This was a golden opportunity for him.

Although he was just a poor scholar, he was well-versed in poetry and literature from a young age and had outstanding literary talent.

Moreover, he now has memories of Chu Yang from other dimensions in his mind.

Those memories contain countless classic poems and songs; any one of them is enough to amaze everyone.

"This is it."

Chu Yang quickened his pace and headed towards Zuixianlou.

Zuixianlou is located in the heart of Chang'an City and is a magnificent three-story building.

The area in front of the building was bustling with people, clearly indicating that news of the poetry gathering had spread and attracted many to come and watch.

Chu Yang squeezed through the crowd and arrived at the entrance of Zuixianlou.

Two burly guards stood at the entrance, checking the identities of those entering.

"Young master, please show your admission ticket." A guard stopped Chu Yang.

Chu Yang was taken aback: "Admission pass?" "That's right," the guard explained. "Today's poetry gathering is a VIP event at Zuixianlou; only guests with admission passes are allowed entry."

Chu Yang frowned slightly.

He had no money, so where would he get an admission ticket?
"How do I obtain this admission pass?" he asked.

The guard looked him up and down, noticing his simple clothes and a hint of disdain on his face.

"An admission ticket costs ten taels of silver," he said calmly. "If you don't have the silver, please leave."

Ten taels of silver?

Chu Yang gave a bitter smile.

He doesn't even have ten coins now, so where would he get ten taels of silver?

Just as he was about to leave, a voice came from behind him.

"Young master, please wait."

Chu Yang turned around and saw a middle-aged man in fine clothes walking towards him with a warm smile on his face.

"I am Liu Fu, the manager of Zuixianlou. I greet you, young master," the middle-aged man said, bowing.

Chu Yang quickly returned the greeting: "You flatter me, I am Chu Yang."

Liu Fu looked him over, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

“Young Master Chu possesses an extraordinary air; he is clearly a man well-versed in poetry and literature,” he said. “Would you be interested in attending today’s poetry gathering?”

Chu Yang smiled wryly, "I would like to participate, but I'm short of money and can't afford the entrance fee."

Liu Fu laughed heartily: "What's so difficult about that? I can pay your admission fee in advance."

Chu Yang was stunned: "Why is that?"

Liu Fu lowered his voice and explained, "To be honest, an uninvited guest has arrived at today's poetry gathering—Young Master Cui from the Cui family in the city."

"He was arrogant and disdainful of everyone at the poetry gathering, belittling all other writers. Although I disapproved of it, there was nothing I could do about it."

"Just now, seeing your extraordinary bearing, I wished to ask you to lend a hand and curb the arrogance of that Young Master Cui."

Chu Yang's heart stirred.

Mr. Cui?
Is that the young master Cui who framed him and tried to steal his fiancée?
It’s really a narrow road between enemies!
“Alright.” Chu Yang nodded. “I’m willing to give it a try.”

Liu Fu was overjoyed: "Excellent! Young master, please follow me!"

He led Chu Yang past the guards at the entrance and into Zuixianlou through a side door.

The interior of Zuixianlou was extremely luxurious, with exquisite carved beams and painted rafters everywhere, exuding an atmosphere of wealth and grandeur.

The lobby on the second floor was already full of people.

Most of those people were literati and scholars from Chang'an, as well as some wealthy merchants, all of whom came to participate in the poetry gathering.

In the very center of the hall, there is a high platform.

A desk was placed on the high platform, with writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones on it, clearly for the contestants to use to write poems.

On one side of the platform, a young man dressed in fine clothes sat with his legs crossed, a hint of arrogance on his face. He was none other than Cui Yuanlang, the young master of the Cui family.

Chu Yang recognized him at a glance.

This person is the very culprit who caused his family's ruin and death!
"Young master, it's him," Liu Fu whispered. "That Cui Yuanlang, relying on his illustrious family background, has been behaving recklessly at the poetry gathering, already humiliating several scholars."

Chu Yang nodded, his gaze lingering on Cui Yuanlang for a moment before shifting away.

Now is not the time for revenge.

What he needs to do now is to win the poetry competition and earn the hundred taels of silver.

Only after solving the problem of basic needs can one calmly plan for what comes next.

"Young Master Chu, please sit here." Liu Fu led Chu Yang to an empty table.

After Chu Yang took his seat, he began to observe the surrounding situation.

The poetry gathering was already more than halfway through, and now it was a scholar's turn to go on stage and compose a poem.

The scholar looked to be in his thirties, with a refined and scholarly appearance. After stepping onto the stage, he first bowed to the crowd, then picked up his brush and quickly wrote a seven-character quatrain.

"Not bad!"

"This poem possesses profound meaning and is truly a masterpiece!"

A chorus of cheers erupted from the audience.

But Cui Yuanlang, sitting on one side of the platform, scoffed and said sarcastically, "This is what you call a masterpiece? I think it's not even as good as a doggerel!"

The scholar's expression changed, and he forced back his anger, asking, "What do you mean by that, Young Master Cui?"

Cui Yuanlang shook his head and said, "Your poem is metrically incorrect, the allusions are forced, it's utter nonsense! I advise you to go home and farm as soon as possible, instead of making a fool of yourself here!"

The scholar was so angry he trembled, but dared not refute, and could only slink off the stage in disgrace.

Although the crowd below the stage was indignant, they dared not say anything.

The Cui family is too powerful; offending them will only lead to dire consequences.

Liu Fu whispered to Chu Yang, "Young Master, look at Cui Yuanlang, he's so arrogant and domineering. Several scholars have already been humiliated by him."

Chu Yang nodded, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

“It’s my turn.”

He stood up and walked towards the platform.

When Cui Yuanlang saw someone else come up on stage, he immediately became interested and sized up Chu Yang with a sidelong glance.

"Hey, isn't that the poor scholar who cheated?" he said sarcastically. "Weren't you wanted by the authorities? How dare you show your face in public?"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole hall was in an uproar.

Everyone looked at Chu Yang, their eyes filled with surprise and wariness.

Chu Yang, however, remained unmoved and said calmly, "The innocent will remain innocent, and the guilty will remain guilty. The allegations of cheating are completely fabricated, and the truth will soon come to light."

Cui Yuanlang sneered: "The truth comes out? Just because you're a poor scholar?"

"I advise you to turn yourself in as soon as possible, lest your fiancée suffer along with you."

As he finished speaking, a lewd glint flashed in his eyes, clearly indicating that he had designs on Liu Ruyan.

A flash of killing intent crossed Chu Yang's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Young Master Cui seems quite interested in my fiancée?" he said casually. "Unfortunately, she's already taken."

Cui Yuanlang laughed heartily: "Already taken? Once you're in jail, she'll be an unclaimed flower! At that time, I'll take good care of her!"

Upon hearing this, a chorus of sneers erupted from the audience.

The Cui family's entourage laughed loudly, looking on with amusement.

Chu Yang remained unmoved, merely glancing calmly at Cui Yuanlang.

"Young Master Cui, we're here for a poetry gathering, not to listen to your nonsense."

"If you're so capable, then let's compete in poetry."

"If you're incompetent, then shut your stinking mouth and slack off on everyone's ears."

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall was shocked.

No one expected that Chu Yang, who looked like a weak scholar, would dare to talk back to Cui Yuanlang in public!

Cui Yuanlang's face immediately turned ashen.

"Fine! Fine! Fine!" he exclaimed three times, his eyes blazing with fury. "Since you're courting death, then this young master will grant your wish!"

"Someone come here! Get the exam questions!"

A waiter from Zuixianlou quickly stepped forward carrying a brocade box.

Cui Yuanlang pulled a slip of paper from the brocade box, unfolded it, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. (End of this chapter)