This day.
Qin Feng was sitting cross-legged in his courtyard, quietly cultivating.
Since reaching the Opening Origin Realm (Stage One), his cultivation speed had begun to decline again—Not due to his own talent, but because his Thirty-Three Heavens Creation Sutra hadn't kept pace.
It was as if he'd swapped out his old sedan for a race car, only to find the engine still the same old rust bucket.
Only by comprehending the Second Layer of the technique could he unlock his true potential again.
"Luckily, my foolish little brother is finally born. Time to get serious."
He pulled up his system interface:
Villain Points: 32,400
Lottery Spins: 1
According to the system, lottery chances only came from ruining the Chosen One's destiny—and the rewards were nothing short of divine:Legendary physiques, forbidden techniques, divine martial arts, and mystical talents like:
Supreme Physique, Heaven-Dominator Body, Battle Saint Constitution, Chaotic Immortal Bone,
Heavenly Pupils, Sovereign Bone, True Dragon Techniques, Freedom Incarnate Form…
"Let's see what fate's got for me today."
He mentally commanded the spin.
Swish!A huge, glimmering Wheel of Fortune appeared in front of him, filled to the brim with jaw-dropping treasures.
It spun wildly—
"Ding! Congratulations! Host has drawn: Heaven-Slaying Sword Draw Technique!"
BOOOOM!!
A divine thunderclap echoed in his mind. Qin Feng's consciousness was flung into an ethereal realm.
A solitary black-clad swordsman stood there—silent, cold, commanding.
No words. No theatrics.
He bowed slightly.And drew his sword.
SHING—!!
A razor-sharp, crystalline sound pierced the void. A sword light erupted, so cold it seemed to cleave the heavens apart.
Like a phoenix dancing in snowfall.Like a dragon spiraling through mist.That single, silent sword strike etched itself permanently into Qin Feng's soul.
"Terrifying…"
When he snapped back to reality, Qin Feng was drenched in cold sweat.
This was swordsmanship in its purest form—no flair, no fancy names.A single sword to end the world.
However, his current cultivation and body simply weren't strong enough to execute it.He needed to grow. Fast.
"Time to grind again!"
He exchanged another 30,000 Villain Points for a one-month Comprehension Halo.
"Ding! Exchange successful — 100x Insight Active (1 Month)!"
The moment it activated, that familiar soul-elevating, clarity-inducing feeling returned.Every previous confusion about cultivation now felt laughably simple.
Just then—
A gray-robed elder appeared at the courtyard gate.
It was Tenth Ancestor of the Qin Clan—Qin Feng's great-grandfather by blood, his father's grandfather.
His own grandfather?
"Went out adventuring hundreds of years ago.No news since.Half the family says he's dead.Half says not until there's a body, there's no feast."
"Good boy, Great-Grandfather came to see you!"
The old man beamed with affection, scooping Qin Feng up with pride and joy.
Qin Feng's breakthrough had shocked and thrilled the clan.But more than that, it had worried them.
To break through to the Opening Origin Realm without any guidance was dangerous—even fatal.So after discussion, they dispatched the Tenth Ancestor to personally instruct him.
"Teach me?"Qin Feng almost laughed.
He had the complete version of the Thirty-Three Heavens Creation Sutra.Everything was annotated in detail.Even his toothbrush came with cultivation warnings.
And if it's combat training he wants—just give me my brother's butt for two days.No martial art, however difficult, would take more than that to master.
"The heart of a cultivator must remain humble."
Tenth Ancestor misunderstood Qin Feng's silence as arrogance.Time to teach the child a lesson in awe.
He steadied his breath.Stomped.And leaf after leaf on the ground shot into the air.
He flicked his fingers—
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The leaves became deadly blades, slicing through a stone hill like butter.
"This was the first Heaven-Tier technique I learned—'Falling Leaves in the Wind.'I trained it for over a decade.The moment I debuted, the world took notice—"
Before he could finish his glorious tale—
Qin Feng imitated him:Steadied breath.Stomped ground.Leaves flew up.Two fingers forward—
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The leaves zipped like steel needles, embedding themselves deeply into a stone table nearby.
If he had stronger cultivation, he might've leveled the whole courtyard.
"This technique takes ten years to master?"
Qin Feng tilted his head.
"It felt… like a warm-up."
Whether it was the 100x Comprehension Halo or simply the technique being outdated, Qin Feng found it unimpressive.
Honestly, Heaven-tier techniques weren't all that anymore.Not when spanking his little brother netted him Divine-tier rewards.
Tenth Ancestor stood frozen.
Emotionally injured.
His soul had been slapped.
And then—Qin Feng muttered under his breath:
"Ten years to master this? What a waste…"
That was the final blow.
"I need some peace and quiet…"
Tenth Ancestor repeated to himself like a mantra:
"Don't be mad… he's family… don't be mad… he's family…"
"Ding! Host has disregarded elder advice — +100 Villain Points!"
"What the hell?! I just skipped his tutorial!"
"System Explanation: Not listening to elders = Disrespect = Villain behavior."
"…Fine. Whatever. You're the system. You're always right.""Disrespect the old, be happy for years."
Suddenly—
Qin Feng saw several elders briskly passing by, heading toward his parents' courtyard.Faces grave. No small talk.
"What's going on?"
He followed them—stealthy, curious.
Inside the room, elders surrounded his newborn brother, flipping through ancient tomes.
Soon, they trembled with joy.
"The Supreme Bone! That mysterious aura—it's the legendary, one-in-a-million Supreme Bone!""This child is a born Sovereign! Heaven truly favors our Qin Clan!"
"This… halo…"
Qin Feng's face darkened.
"So the Chosen One really does defy all logic."
"Ding! Host has triggered an Epic Destiny-Villain Quest:Extract the Supreme Bone from the Chosen One.Reward: Divine-Grade 'Heaven-Crushing True Eyes.'"