I Want My Opportunity!

Hello, Lu Chen.

As Qin Wangchuan stepped into the Dragon Path, the scene before him suddenly changed.

In the hazy mist, an old man with white hair and dragon horns stood with his hands behind his back, his weathered voice echoing in the void.

"Lu... Chen?" Qin Wangchuan's pupils shrank suddenly—a childish voice actually came from his own throat.

He looked down and saw that his chubby little hands were clutching the bronze cauldron, and he was wearing a brocade jacket embroidered with Dragon Pattern.

"Of course, you are Lu Chen."

The old man turned around, his cloudy eyes seeming to pierce through time and space, mistaking Qin Wangchuan for that young man.

His withered fingers lightly touched the air, and images unfolded like a scroll.

"When the Secret Realm reopens, that will be the time for you to return home."

A majestic Imperial City emerges from the painting, with several True Dragon coiling above the resplendent golden palace.

The old man's voice grew increasingly deep. "This is a sealed memory; you will learn about your origins here."

"You were originally the last prince of an ancient Imperial Dynasty, a hybrid of Human Race and Dragon Clan."

"At that time, the World Cataclysm, and even the True Dragon Tribe could not escape the calamity..."

The image suddenly shattered, turning into a shower of blood.

Qin Wangchuan saw a woman with golden dragon horns on her head entrusting an infant in swaddling clothes to her clansmen, tears of blood streaming from her dragon eyes.

"The True Dragon Tribe sealed you in the Rift of Time, intending to bring you home after the calamity subsided," the old man sighed. "Who knew that this wait would never end..."

"Unfortunately, we can only seal your body and memories within the Dragon Cocoon, to be opened again in the future."

The old man spoke slowly, and another scene appeared before his eyes.

The scene of Lu Chen entering the Dragon Cocoon, completely bewildered.

"Just to be on the safe side, and to prevent any unforeseen circumstances, we've left a backup plan in this world."

"Even if millions of years have passed, even if we have all vanished, this image can still guide your way. And she, who was sealed in the Dragon Cocoon with you, can protect you in future generations."

"My True Dragon Clan's Forbidden Secret Treasure — The Transformation Divine Weapon."

"To offer my body as a sacrifice, to transform into a divine weapon, is forbidden, but only to protect you."

The scene changed again, and two Dragon Cocoon appeared.

The first one is Lu Chen, while the second one is unclear; all that can be seen is its regular rhythmic movement.

Qin Wangchuan reached out and touched it.

The instant you touched it—both your finger and the image transformed into a misty haze like a sky full of starlight.

The particles of light intertwined and swirled in the air, then instantly coalesced back, as if their earlier dissipation was merely an illusion.

It's not even Remnant Soul; it's just a memory left behind by a powerful being, set to be triggered when someone enters.

Seeing this, he instantly understood everything.

"So, the Dragon Cocoon that Tang Hui saw in the simulation was left for this person named Lu Chen?"

"Is the Secret Realm only opened each time just to call him home?"

Thinking about it, Qin Wangchuan's expression gradually became strange. "The entire Secret Realm was opened for him, this plot..."

"If I'm not mistaken, then this Lu Chen is probably a Qi Yun Son of Luck."

"And I, by sheer chance, stumbled onto the path he was meant to take?"

Of course, it wasn't entirely by chance. If it weren't for the system, he would never have been able to get here with just one life.

Just as I was thinking this, the next moment...

The scene seemed to freeze as if it had finished playing. The old man turned around and looked at "Lu Chen," and said:

"If everything went smoothly, you would have already obtained the divine weapon before you came here, but that's assuming everything went well."

"After endless years, we cannot predict what unexpected events might occur, such as your premature awakening, your separation from another Dragon Cocoon, or the shattering of this world."

"So this is the last resort..."

After saying that, the old man suddenly reached out and touched Qin Wangchuan's forehead, and an extremely complex line immediately appeared on his forehead.

It then quickly dissipated.

Along with it, the old man's body was also affected.

Even as he disappeared, his voice still echoed in my ears, "Go, Lu Chen."

"That child sleeps eternally in the Forbidden Palace, waiting for you from the moment of his birth... an endless wait, just for you to awaken him."

Qin Wangchuan touched the faded mark on his forehead. "This is... a key?"

The fog suddenly dissipated, revealing a road.

"The Bronze Fragment opened the Forbidden Palace, this mark opened the Dragon Cocoon. Tang Hui only obtained one, so he died, and I..."

He took out the Bronze Fragment, placed it in his palm, and chuckled softly, his voice tinged with coldness and arrogance:

"And I have both."

"The gates of the Forbidden Palace open for me, and the secrets of the Dragon Cocoon are mine to grasp."

"As for Lu Chen, whom I've never met before, I can only say he was unlucky."

Having said that, Qin Wangchuan followed the newly opened path and walked into the void.

"Using their own bodies as sacrifices, transforming them into weapons, and forging living Dragon Clan into guardian divine weapons—this method is both ruthless and ingenious."

"A Transformation Divine Weapon that can evolve along with its master's growth would be the envy of even the Great Emperor of this era."

"And now..."

Han Han's death taught him a lesson--

If you do not take what Heaven offers, you will suffer the consequences.

A sharp glint flashed in Qin Wangchuan's eyes. "This fortuitous opportunity is mine."

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Qin Wangchuan finally saw the exit.

As soon as he stepped out, he saw a simply dressed boy staring at him in astonishment.

To be precise, it was looking at the Bronze Fragment in his hand.

The Bronze Small Tripod with a missing piece hanging around the other person's neck matched the Bronze Fragment in his hand.

Therefore, in just a moment, Qin Wangchuan guessed the other party's identity.

He greeted him, "Hello, Lu Chen."

Upon hearing this, Lu Chen's gaze first fell on the collapsed dragon path behind Qin Wangchuan, and his pupils suddenly contracted—

The channel that had been calling out to him was now completely severed.

There is clearly no possibility of further entry.

He slowly raised his head, his voice filled with suppressed rage. "It was you... who stole my fortuitous opportunity?"

Qin Wangchuan looked at the tense young man before him, who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, raised an eyebrow, and surprisingly nodded:

It's me.

"Give it back!" Lu Chen's voice boomed like thunder.

Qin Zhaoer frowned slightly, her jade-like fingers already clenched within her gilded wide sleeves.

But after catching a glimpse of Qin Wangchuan's expression, she snorted coldly and turned her face away.

Qin Kuangge had somehow gotten into a cross-legged position in mid-air, resting his chin on his hand as if he were watching a famous actor on stage. He even took out a handful of spirit melon seeds from his Storage Ring and started cracking them open.

But the Zither Music gradually intensified, making Lu Chen feel dizzy.

Qin Wangchuan casually stroked the Bronze Fragment with his long, slender fingers, showing no sign of life.

"fortuitous opportunity has been ordained by heaven. Now that it's in my hands, it's my destiny." With a flick of his sleeve, he tossed out a Cyan Jade Pill Bottle. "There are ten Nine-Turn Crossing Tribulation Pill inside. I'm giving them to you."

The fortuitous opportunity cultivating immortality have always belonged to whoever gets them.

Qin Wangchuan gave him the elixir because he was mindful of his difficult fate.

What they gave us wasn't garbage, of course.

The Nine-Turn Crossing Tribulation Pill is a supreme medicine even among the Imperial Clan. It guarantees that Lu Chen can enter the Quasi-Saint, so it's definitely not a loss.

However.

Lu Chen didn't even glance at the pill; his gaze was like a poisoned blade, fixed on Qin Wangchuan's throat.

That look in his eyes was as if he were looking at a mortal enemy.

"I don't want your pills, I just want what's rightfully mine!"