A Chance to Uncover the Secret of His Origins

The Qin Clan.

"Fate is a double-edged sword, my son. Your opportunity has arrived, so there's no need to close this door anytime soon."

The man stood before his secluded chamber, a faint smile on his face.

After about fifteen minutes, the door to the secret room slowly opened.

A young man stepped out, dressed in white, with sharp, sword-like features that hinted at something sharp and concealed, giving the impression of a drawn blade.

"Father."

The boy looked at the man:

Why do you say this is my opportunity?

The man remained silent, but his smile deepened as he raised his hand and handed a jade talisman to the boy.

The young man took the jade talisman and focused his mind on it. After a moment, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"The White Tiger Fortuitous Opportunity Tianming Person."

The boy took a deep breath:

"We really need to make a trip to the White Tiger Clan."

The man nodded and smiled:

"From the moment you were born into this world with the White Tiger Sacred Body, this day was destined to come."

"Now is the time for your Tianming to be revealed."

The boy nodded, showing little excitement, but his gaze grew even sharper.

"Father, rest assured, the world will remember me, and in the near future, it will also remember the name of our Qin Clan."

The man patted the boy on the shoulder:

"As your father, I believe you can do it."

"Prepare well, and before the world's greatest talents, claim the name that is Tianming for you!"

In a certain part of the city.

Inside the house, the boy opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

"This battle for the secret realm was truly perilous. If it weren't for the help of that mysterious senior, I'm afraid we would not only have failed to obtain the resources, but would have also lost a great deal."

Recalling his recent experience, Lin Fan still felt a surge of emotion.

That crisis far exceeded his expectations. Even with his trump cards, which gave him the ability to save his life, it would be a tremendous waste to use them only in such situations.

Fortunately, at that critical moment, a powerful figure who had concealed his entire body and aura appeared out of nowhere and easily resolved the conflict for him.

"It's just a pity that I don't know this senior's name."

Lin Fan gently shook his head.

In this situation, one should definitely express sincere gratitude to the other party.

"However, since you've appeared in this guise, you probably don't want me to know."

After saying that, Lin Fan did not dwell on the other party's identity.

He knew that he was different from ordinary people in many ways.

An orphan, parents unknown, a mysterious bloodline, and recurring images in dreams...

All of these features make it unique.

However, one day I will find the answer to these questions as I become stronger.

"I don't want to think about it anymore. Let's go for a walk and see if there's anywhere else we can go."

Not long after, Lu Fan arrived on the street outside.

After walking for a while, they entered a restaurant.

It was dinnertime, and the restaurant was bustling with noise and lively discussion. There were braggarts, gossips, and all sorts of people—it was the perfect time to get the news.

You can search high and low without finding it, only to stumble upon it effortlessly. Key information is most easily obtained casually and by chance.

This is the experience he has accumulated over the years traveling around.

"Hmm, it seems like everyone's talking about pretty much the same things?"

As Lin Fan walked to the deepest part of the restaurant, his expression shifted slightly.

He heard about things like the White Tiger, Tianming, and fortuitous opportunities from people at several tables.

Immediately, Lin Fan ordered a pot of wine, picked up a table, and went forward to offer a toast.

It's always good to have someone who doesn't know about such hotly debated topics to share with, so Lin Fan didn't ask too many questions. The people at the table just poured out their stories to Lin Fan, telling him everything they had heard, seen, and guessed.

"I see."

After listening, Lin Fan offered another toast to everyone at the table, then cupped his hands in a respectful gesture:

"I understand. I wish you all great benefits from this opportunity with the White Tiger Clan."

After saying that, he got up and left.

Back at the table, Lin Fan downed his drink in one gulp, paid the bill, and quickly left.

At this moment, he had a question in his mind that he was eager to answer.

What exactly is the landscape like in the realm where the White Tiger Clan lives?

Night fell in the blink of an eye.

Finally, in a shop, Lin Fan got the answer he wanted.

Looking at the scene in the painting, though somewhat rough, it was quite similar to one of the several scenes that frequently appeared in his dreams, and Lin Fan's thoughts suddenly became complicated.

"Is it finally time to unravel the secrets of my origins?"

This secret, which had puzzled him for so many years, now finally has a clue.

"That Tianming Person of the White Tiger Clan, the 'rare one,' is he referring to me?"

An idea flashed through Lin Fan's mind.

But then he secretly shook his head.

"If there's a way to verify it, we can try it. But the opportunity with the White Tiger Clan is perhaps the most important thing."

Everyone thinks they are the Tianming Person, but no one knows what it really means to be the Tianming Person.

Instead of worrying and wasting energy on these vague and uncertain things, it's far better to strive for opportunities to grow faster.

Gathering his thoughts, Lin Fan bought the painting.

Stepping out of the building, Lin Fan gazed at the bright moon in the night sky and murmured softly:

"White Tiger Clan, I've arrived."

At the same time.

Not far from here, inside a building.

The man withdrew his gaze from Lin Fan and said softly:

"That's more like it. How could a powerful second-generation heir like him not have any opportunities in this kind of thing?"

After speaking, the man fell into deep thought.

A moment later, he raised an eyebrow:

"By virtue of their own bloodline, they gained the recognition of the White Tiger Token and were supported and nurtured by the White Tiger Clan?"

"Ha, no wonder he's a second-generation rich kid, he calls this a stroke of luck."

The man shook his head, his face full of disgust:

"They're still relying on bloodlines; they might even be someone specially reserved for them by the first generation of powerful families."

"But this kind of opportunity is something I can only look at, not seize. It's tied to bloodlines. Am I supposed to rush ahead and gain the approval of that White Tiger Token?"

The man spoke, then shook his head again:

"Then it would become my own struggle, which would lack some fun."

"Fine, let's just consider it helping the leek grow. The stronger he becomes, the better opportunities he'll encounter later."

After speaking, the man looked toward a street corner.

There, a group of young people were planning how to get to the White Tiger Clan.

Seeing the boys' earnest expressions, the man's face immediately showed sympathy:

"Ignorant fools, how could you possibly know that the identity of the Tianming Person who can test their destiny, has already been predetermined?"

"No matter how hard you try, it will all be in vain."