"N-no need for thanks… no need…"
The Emperor of Great Xia wore a smile uglier than a weeping widow.His heart ached to part with the Heaven Treasure Gourd.
But alas—this was already the least valuable item on his person.No way he was handing over his personally forged divine armor to that little demon!
Wait a minute—
Why does that brat's look feel so familiar?!
The emperor's heart clenched.There it was again—that cherubic, wide-eyed, innocent stare, exactly like before he got extorted for a gift.
Holy hell!!Can a human child really be this shameless!?
Two treasures weren't enough—his appetite was bottomless.
The Qin ancestors were beginning to feel a little embarrassed too.
This kid… seriously has no bottom line.
They quietly debated whether they should form a delegation and bring Qin Feng to the imperial city.House by house.Palace by palace.One visit at a time.
The nearby Qin disciples were stunned with admiration.They'd just realized an important life lesson—
"In the rivers and lakes, your face is merely optional."
"Ding! Host has successfully corrupted Qin Clan disciples.Gained: +200 Villain Points."
"This also counts?!"
Qin Feng's eyes lit up, as if an LSP had just discovered a brand new gameplay mechanic.
And then—
The Emperor of Great Xia, who had once flattened armies with a single breath, was now genuinely afraid of Qin Feng.
With a flash of gold, he turned into a stream of divine light and shot skyward.
"Ah yes—suddenly remembered! Urgent matters to attend to! Must go!"
"Your Majesty!! I'll bring my little brother to visit when I have time!""No need to be too courteous. Just a few Saint or Divine-tier techniques will do.""Maybe a dozen more Heaven Treasure Gourds—don't go overboard though, I'm still a child, I can't use too many treasures at once…"
Qin Feng shouted after him with that same too-honest-to-be-true tone.In the distance, the golden light wobbled as if it almost fell from the sky.
"That face… that face…"
Everyone in the courtyard broke into cold sweat.
"Why does it feel like he just robbed the emperor—and made him thank him for it?"
"Why are you all looking at me like that?""Haven't you ever seen the most handsome kid in the Archaic Realm?"
Qin Feng flicked his bangs with flair, radiating confidence like a tiny idol doing fan service.
But then—
"Feng'er, you're still too young. Let Daddy hold on to the swords for you."
Qin Tian approached with a suspiciously warm smile and snatched the Nine Swords of Changkong.
This divine set, ranked among the top ten weapons in the realm—even a family patriarch couldn't resist the temptation.
"Ah—this!"
The surrounding disciples were stunned.So this was the real Qin Clan Patriarch?
He's not "storing them safely." He's just jealous of his son's loot!
"You claim to love me… and then you steal my precious treasures!"
Qin Feng turned into a full-blown drama king, leaping into an ancestor's arms, weeping as if auditioning for a palace tragedy.
"Shameless! Stealing from your own son?"
The old ancestor lovingly hugged Qin Feng and—wham—kicked Qin Tian away, then returned the swords to Qin Feng's hands.
It was an unmistakable declaration:
The Nine Swords of Changkong belong to Qin Feng—and Qin Feng alone.
Qin Tian stood there, wronged and helpless, while the disciples around him burned with envy.
Three years old.One of the top ten divine weapons in hand.Heaven Treasure Gourd around his waist.
If word got out, it would drive countless cultivators insane with jealousy.
BOOM—BOOM!!Thunder rolled again.The phoenix and dragon phantoms above dived straight into Yun Xiyue's chamber.
There was no baby's cry—only an anxious maid bursting out:
"He's born! A healthy boy! Both mother and child are safe!"
Qin Feng, whose heart had leapt to his throat, finally breathed easy.That momentary divine pressure had terrified him—he'd feared the Cursed Kin Halo had activated.
Soon, the baby was brought out—washed and wrapped in fine silk.
Qin Feng peered over and instantly saw the resemblance—
"Hah! Spitting image of Dad."
Unlike himself, who had clearly inherited his mother's celestial beauty, this one looked… rugged.
But none of that mattered now.
What mattered was—the little brother was finally out.
And unlike the womb, now he could beat him for real. All day long.
"Waa…"
The baby seemed to sense Qin Feng's presence and began wriggling restlessly.
If he could speak, he'd probably be saying:
"Don't look at me!""Don't come over here!"
The elders, however, were lost in thought.
"There's something strange about this boy…"
Even with millennia of wisdom, they couldn't identify the mysterious aura radiating from him.
But Qin Feng didn't care about auras.
He saw a golden opportunity.
"Why isn't he crying? Something must be wrong!"
Everyone blinked.Indeed, the child had been born eerily quiet.
Just as the physicians moved to examine him—
Smack!!
A crisp slap echoed through the room.
Qin Feng's small palm landed square on his little brother's butt, leaving a vivid red imprint.
"Waaaah!!"
The baby finally cried. Loud and clear.
"How could you hit your brother?!"
Qin Tian scolded, rushing forward to cradle the newborn.
"I was just scared he wouldn't wake up!"
Qin Feng put on his most innocent, tear-brimmed expression.Inside, he was grinning ear to ear.
"Ding! Host has smacked the Chosen One's butt — +100 Points!""Ding! Host caused the Chosen One to cry and accidentally dissipate a mouthful of Innate Ancestor Qi — equivalent to 3 years of cultivation.+30,000 Points!""Ding! Host has interfered with the Chosen One's destiny.You've earned a lottery spin!"
"What the hell is Innate Ancestor Qi?!"
Qin Feng was stunned.
The system calmly explained:
"Before birth, a child gathers a unique breath of primal energy from heaven and earth—this is Innate Ancestor Qi.To refine it is to gain years of cultivation in advance."
"D*mn… if I'd known, I wouldn't have wasted mine with dramatic wailing.Is this the difference between a protagonist… and a side character!?"
Still, something bugged him—
"How did my little brother know to hold in his breath?Is he… a reincarnated powerhouse?"
Yet after several days of observation, Qin Feng saw nothing special.The baby ate, slept, and cried. Rinse and repeat.
So much so that even Qin Tian looked like he aged ten years.He completely abandoned the idea of having a third child.
"Not every baby is a Qin Feng."
Though Yun Xiyue's eyes told a different story:She gazed at Qin Tian with a glint that said—
"I married you to punish you—with sons."
That night, under flickering candlelight—
From the neighboring courtyard, Qin Feng swore he heard someone softly reciting poetry to a goose…