After I became an immortal in Uchimaki, I went from being a loser to becoming a group favorite.

Chapter 281 My Obsession
Dream Three flew smoothly onto the high platform.

The guards of the city watched the young prince chasing after her all day long, and those with any sense wouldn't stop him.

The tiny dragon prince sat by the city wall, his amber eyes reflecting the distant mountains covered with a thin layer of snow. Strands of hair at his temples fluttered in the wind, gently caressing his fair and rosy cheeks.

Meng San knew that inside this youthful body was a soul that had lived for a hundred years.

Whether one is a cultivator or an ordinary person, the age of the soul is never defined by the physical body.

"It's rare to see you so quiet."

When speaking to the hundred-year-old Dragon Prince, there is naturally no need to use a tone that coaxes children.

"Did my father come to order you to take me back?" The Dragon Prince's voice was muffled.

This kid has been sullen ever since Song Nan became his instructor.

Ultimately, we see the most significant gap.

“The way my father looked at Song Nan was something I could never achieve in my lifetime,” the Little Dragon Prince said softly. “Perhaps my father was looking for a successor like Song Nan.”

Meng San nodded silently in agreement.

“After all, someone like you doesn’t need to inherit his legacy,” the Little Dragon Prince added.

Speaking of herself, Meng San remembered her headache again, so she simply sat down next to him, feeling the morning breeze blowing through her hair and teasing her cheeks, which was quite comfortable.

“When I was little, my mother liked to sit on the hilltop and watch. I asked her what she was watching, and she said she was watching the bustling traffic and the coming and going of people.” Little Dragon Prince murmured to himself, “She said that everyone who comes into this world has something to do. Lucky people do things for themselves, and unlucky people do things for others, and they have no choice in the matter.”

“My mother was always unhappy, I could tell. There was always a worry in her eyes that I couldn’t understand when I was little,” said the little prince. “Perhaps because of her worries, my mother’s health was never very good. It is said that it got worse after I was born. The imperial physician suggested that she should not have any more children. I was their late-life child, and I was always pampered and praised for everything I did. I was spoiled rotten—until after my mother died.”

“After my mother died, my father was not the same as before. Now that I think about it, he used to like to discipline me, but because my mother was there to protect me, he didn’t dare to discipline me too openly.”

Meng San nodded. If it only went as far as the beginning, she would still find it strange, but in this case, everything made perfect sense.

"It was from that time that I slowly began to understand my mother's worries. Because my father began to tell me about some important matters concerning the dragon clan. Only then did I realize that the seemingly peaceful dragon clan was actually constantly threatened by the outside world, and the one threatening us was the people of the upper realm."

"My father said that the Dragon Clan and the Upper Realm used to have a very good relationship. As a demon race, the Dragon Clan lived in the Lower Realm and enjoyed fewer resources than the Heavenly Realm, but they were still among the strongest in the Three Realms. So the Upper Realm made an agreement with our clan that if a certain number of Dragon Clan members ascended to the Upper Realm within a hundred years, the Upper Realm would accept the Dragon Clan and allow them to enjoy the best resources and the highest treatment."

Meng San raised an eyebrow, but didn't speak, continuing to listen quietly.

"But later, the Dragon Clan achieved its goal, but the Upper Realm failed to fulfill its promise. Enraged, the Dragon Clan declared war on the Upper Realm. To fight against the celestial beings of the Upper Realm with the mortal bodies of the Lower Realm was simply a futile endeavor, wasn't it? The Dragon Clan lost without a doubt."

"Later, the dragon race was expelled from the six races of the lower realm, became known as demons in the eyes of the world, and was imprisoned here, never to see the light of day for generations."

It turned out to be the case.

Unexpectedly learning the truth about the Dragon Clan's imprisonment back then, Meng San nodded silently, looked at the Little Dragon Prince, and suddenly spoke.

"I can help you defeat the Upper Realm."

Before the young prince could utter his words, a series of coughs erupted.

"You really are... cough cough... you never stop saying things that are shocking!"

Before Little Dragon Prince could finish coughing, Meng San added the second half of the sentence.

"As long as you let us out."

The Little Dragon Prince coughed and laughed, "You can't even get out, and you still want to talk to me about fighting against the Upper Realm?"

"I'm serious." Meng San stared unblinkingly at the Little Dragon Prince.

The little dragon prince's smile slowly disappeared in her gaze.

He looked at Meng San's serious gaze, his eyes flickering slightly.

Meng San saw a hint of attraction in it.

They were tempted to destroy the upper realm.

Yes, it's fleeting.

The next second, Prince Xiaolong had already turned his gaze away.

"I believe you, but so what?"

This sentence is filled with deep helplessness: "My dragon clan has been trapped here for many years. I have thought of many ways to get out and turn our lives around, but what good are they?"

"What do you mean, 'what if'?" Meng San found his words laughable. "We just go out there and fight. If we can't win, we just admit defeat. What else can we do?"

"Admit defeat?" Prince Xiaolong chuckled self-deprecatingly. "It's not that easy." "You make it sound like you worry about this every single day."

After all, ever since Meng San arrived here, the Little Dragon Prince in her eyes has been a complete playboy, even more so than Nangong Xun back then.

After all, Nangong Xun was quite talented in cultivation, while the Little Dragon Prince had none at all.

Nangong Xun was not particularly opposed to cultivation, but the Little Dragon Prince wanted to live a life of leisure and had no ambition whatsoever.

Just as I was thinking this, Prince Xiaolong spoke up.

"Yes, it was my father and his people who wanted to ascend to the upper realm, those talented individuals who took on the mission of revitalizing the dragon race. It wasn't me, it never has been me."

The young prince muttered to himself, his tone becoming incredibly forlorn.

“Actually, being like you isn’t so bad.” Meng San looked at the auspicious clouds floating in the distance, exuding a sense of peace and tranquility. “I’ve seen many people become demons because they couldn’t cultivate. If they can realize early on that they’re not cut out for this, living a simple and ordinary life is better than being trapped by their obsessions and ultimately turning away from their original selves.”

The young prince remained silent for a long time before saying, "I am aware of it, but those around me are not—you can see my father's obsession with making me successful and his obsession with reviving the dragon clan."

"Actually, what is a demon?" the Little Dragon Prince murmured. "Demons are nothing more than a group of pitiful creatures trapped by their obsessions."

"Because they are trapped by their obsessions, they are hated by others and regarded as enemies by the three realms..."

“What you’re saying is wrong,” Meng San interrupted it. “The enemies of the Three Realms should be those beings who harm others for their own obsessions; those are the demons that people originally hated.”

"Heh." The Little Dragon Prince snorted coldly, "If that's really the case, then what about those so-called immortals of the upper realm?"

"Aren't there plenty of those celestial beings who are envied by everyone, who, for their own selfish desires, seize resources and harm the people? — Yes, you may not have seen it, but those celestial beings in the upper realm are rife with infighting and have long lost their original intentions."

These words from the Little Dragon Prince don't sound like something he would normally say.

Meng San did not question it further.

She stared at the young prince for a long time, then suddenly asked, "And you? Do you have any obsessions?"

The young prince's cold smile froze for a moment, but he didn't answer directly. Instead, he changed the subject.

"After observing Song Nan for the past few days, I think he's quite good."

"..." Should I tell it that Song Nan dislikes it?

"That day, I asked him why he cultivated immortality, and guess what his answer was?"

In Meng San's memory, because he extremely disliked the Little Dragon Prince's cultivation aptitude, Song Nan did not like to communicate with him much, and he did not see the Little Dragon Prince pay much attention to Song Nan.

Meng San felt something was strange, a vague connection seemed to be forming in her heart, but she immediately said aloud...

"I didn't expect you to discuss such profound topics."

Prince Xiaolong ignored that sentence and continued, "He said he wanted to live."

Thinking of Song Nan's past, Meng San nodded.

“It’s not surprising that a child from the mountains would have such a purpose.”

“Yes,” the Little Dragon Prince nodded, “this is also the most basic desire.”

"It's ridiculous that someone with his talent cultivates for such a simple reason—while someone with my aptitude dares to dream of reviving the dragon race."

“You have different social statuses and different experiences, which is normal,” Meng San said.

The young prince shook his head and suddenly said, "Perhaps the resources my father gave me should be given to better people to enjoy."

It would be best if you could understand.

Just as Meng San was about to speak, he suddenly heard a somewhat familiar commotion coming from below the city wall.

"War has begun! War has begun!"

The noise of people suddenly turned the peaceful street into chaos.

Amidst the cacophony of voices, Prince Xiaolong remained calm, even showing a hint of gentleness.

“Meng San.” It turned its head and looked at Meng San.

That face, which was originally fair and rosy, suddenly seemed to have aged millions of years.

The sound from the exit was even deeper and more murky, like a twilight bell, desolate and distant, echoing between heaven and earth.

"Want to see my obsession?"