"If I ever encounter something like this again, I won't just stand far away and watch!"
Watching the powerful cultivators charge forward, Ye Fan suddenly declared with conviction:
"I'll be the one to steer the storm!"
Ever since he had gathered one-ninth of an Immortal Divine Medicine, the world had dealt Ye Fan one savage blow after another.
The moment he entered the Cultivation world, he discovered he lacked resources. Then, for no reason he could understand, someone at the same level as him—no, a Dragon—had pinned him down and pummeled him.
He had just obtained a small piece of Dragon Gold, only to have it snatched away. If Little Dragon Man hadn't intimidated the Wicked Daoist, that Dragon Gold really would have been lost.
And now a tremendous opportunity like the Azure Emperor's Remains was about to fall into someone else's hands. All Ye Fan could do was watch from afar.
It was a bitter feeling.
Especially when his debut had been so glorious. The contrast with his situation now was hard to swallow.
Wushi and the Azure Emperor, it was fair to say, had never suffered such indignities since the day they emerged.
In fact, Ye Fan's father and Ye Fan's mother going into seclusion to refine the divine medicine had also been part of Uncle Meng's plan.
Otherwise, given Ye Fan's father's and Ye Fan's mother's standing with the authorities in Huaxia on Earth Star, supplying Ye Fan with a few Source Stones would have been easy.
But that would have conflicted with certain plans belonging to Uncle Meng's friend, the Heavenly Emperor.
The passerby beside him heard this, and satisfaction appeared deep in his eyes—no, wait, his eyes were closed. It showed on his eyelids, then.
That unwavering desire for Cultivation was just about where it