Seeking a fortuitous opportunity

"Do you know what you missed?"

At this, the Dragon King glanced at his child and spoke helplessly.

The dragon prince froze, then frowned. "Father, you mean that man was a Dao cultivator?"

"Of course he was!"

The Dragon King answered without hesitation.

"If he weren't, how could a single sentence from him have revealed heaven's secrets and allowed that water ghost to gain a position in the Underworld Bureau?"

"And that deer demon-why do you think it carried him for part of his journey? Was the man lame?"

"Do you know that last night I dreamed of you being hooked by someone's fishing line, only to slip off the hook afterward?"

"That was your fortuitous opportunity!"

The more the Dragon King spoke, the angrier he grew.

He looked around, seemingly preparing to find a suitable weapon to give his son a thorough thrashing.

Hearing this, the dragon prince felt as though lightning had struck him.

He stood rooted to the spot.

"No wonder. No wonder that deer demon called him sir."

At this thought, understanding suddenly dawned on him.

But if he tried to pursue the man now, where could he possibly find him?

Seeing that his child finally seemed to have come to his senses only made the Dragon King's anger flare even higher.

"That was your fortuitous opportunity! How could you let it slip away?"

"Do you know that your younger cousin tried to attain the rank of True Dragon at Yunmeng Marsh, only for the Lightning Tribulation to nearly strip away his entire cultivation? Do you understand how difficult it is?"

At this point, the Dragon King sighed again and again.

Ordinary members of the Aquatic Race, such as carp, flood dragons, and giant pythons, all aimed to transform into dragons.

But how could becoming a dragon be the end?

For the Dragon Race, it was merely the beginning.

Born into the Dragon Race, they had to vie for the rank of True Dragon from birth. Only after attaining that rank and receiving investiture from heaven and earth could they summon clouds and bring rain.

Otherwise, even riding clouds and mist was difficult.

Only when they could summon clouds and bring rain could they enjoy the incense offerings of the mortal world and use them to advance their cultivation.

Otherwise, even members of the Dragon Race would find it impossible to advance a single step in cultivation under the shackles upon them.

And to receive investiture from heaven and earth, they had to survive the Lightning Tribulation.

There was not a single member of the Demon Race who did not know how terrible the Lightning Tribulation was.

Hearing this, the dragon prince could not help paling.

"Father, what should I do?"

Even he felt deep awe at the thought of the Lightning Tribulation.

Yet beneath that awe, his heart brimmed with longing.

As a member of the Dragon Race, he too wished to receive investiture from heaven and earth, attain the rank of True Dragon, and summon clouds and bring rain, just like his uncle and father.

Otherwise, how could he call himself a True Dragon?

As a member of the Dragon Race, he had his own draconic pride.

"Though you lost your fortuitous opportunity, this man may still be the key to whether you receive investiture from heaven and earth. There is still some time before your Dragon Tribulation. Go and find him."

The Dragon King thought for a moment before speaking.

Recalling the scene in his dream, he thought his son should still have some affinity with that gentleman.

If he sent his son to search now, perhaps there was still a chance.

"I'll go at once!"

Knowing this concerned his rank as a True Dragon, the dragon prince dared not delay. With a shake of his body, he transformed into a miniature dragon and swiftly swam away.

Watching him go, the Dragon King pondered briefly, then gritted his teeth and transformed into a gigantic dragon, swiftly swimming out as well.

It concerned his own child, after all. How could a parent not do everything in his power?

If that gentleman truly possessed heaven-reaching abilities, he would kneel if he had to, until he won his child a fortuitous opportunity.

"Why is it the fallen dragon at Yunmeng Marsh again?"

Listening to the waiter before him, Fang Zelin was rather speechless.

He had already heard about the fallen dragon at Yunmeng Marsh.

He had asked around some more afterward, but had not heard of anyone who had seen a True Dragon.

Still, he had heard about it twice now. Perhaps he should go take a look later?

Fang Zelin mused to himself. If there really was a dragon, perhaps it had some method of cultivating immortality?

After all, weren't dragons supposed to live exceptionally long lives?

The more Fang Zelin thought about it, the more sense it seemed to make.

With that thought, he decided to visit Yunmeng Marsh later.

There was also the matter of having cultivated on Earth for so long without managing to sense Spiritual Qi even now. What was going on?

Was cultivating immortality impossible on Earth, or was the cultivation technique false?

But calling it false did not seem right either.

When he thought of his cultivation sessions, the air had indeed been filled with Spiritual Qi. That sensation could not have been fake.

Leaving the money for his meal behind, Fang Zelin headed into the city.

A short while later, he arrived at a tailor's shop.

After going inside and looking around, Fang Zelin quickly picked out an outfit.

A blue-green long robe, a white inner garment beneath it, and a pair of black boots to replace his footwear.

After tying up his hair with a wooden hairpin bought at random from a roadside stall, Fang Zelin instantly acquired something of an immortal's air and bearing.

He was different from the other players.

Perhaps because Fang Zelin had spent so much time cultivating immortality, a touch of ethereal grace had seeped into his bones.

The other players were different.

They had grown up learning ideas such as everyone being equal, and had fewer inhibitions in their speech and actions.

Thus, even though Seeking the Dao had been running for several months, the players' presence was utterly different from that of the local people.

The distinction was clear at a glance.

After changing his clothes, Fang Zelin set off for Yunmeng Marsh.

Not long after Fang Zelin left, however, the Wild Wolf Gang in the city began searching for him as though they had gone mad.

The reason was that the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang had a little wealth in real life.

Today, Fang Zelin had slashed his throat with a single stroke. The sensation of being on the brink of death had made him wet his pants outright after returning to reality.

After sitting in a daze for a long time, his humiliation turned to anger, and he issued an order demanding Fang Zelin's head.

Whoever killed Fang Zelin would receive a cash transfer of one hundred thousand!

One hundred thousand Blazing Summer Currency!

That much money instantly stirred towering waves within the Wild Wolf Gang. Countless people began sharpening their blades, preparing to kill Fang Zelin and claim the bounty.

But just as the Wild Wolf Gang began moving against Fang Zelin, elsewhere,

the unaffiliated players in Hualing City had also been thoroughly enraged by the Wild Wolf Gang.

Though no fight had broken out today, the gang's overbearing conduct had still filled them with anger.

They went straight to the forums and wrote about what had happened.

The post soon drew the attention of countless people.

Before long, experts near Hualing City came flocking in.

They were people who already felt they had achieved some success in their studies and wanted to uphold justice as wandering heroes. Now, they felt they had found a target.

Soon, countless people were rushing toward Hualing City.

And the members of the Wild Wolf Gang soon found themselves unable to ensure even their own safety.

By the time the Wild Wolf Gang's leader entered the Seeking the Dao World again half a month later, the Wild Wolf Gang had long since ceased to exist.