Buzzing—!!A crisp, piercing sword cry echoed across the entire Qin Clan stronghold as nine streaks of sword light blazed across the sky like meteors.
"The Nine Swords of Changkong!"Even Lin Hao, a man well-versed in ancient lore, blurted it out at first glance.He had once heard rumors—five years ago, the Great Xia Emperor had been duped by the infamous, shameless eldest son of the Qin Clan, who walked away with both the Changkong Nine Swords and a Heavenly Treasure Gourd.He had dismissed it as wild exaggeration.But now, seeing the swords descend like divine judgment—he understood.That boy was not shameless in rumor only—he even carried all nine swords around at once, simply to embody the very essence of that word: audacity.
"Merge—Nine into One!"Qin Feng's fingers danced into a hand seal, and he pointed at the descending blades.
Hummm—!!Sword winds surged and howled, sending sand and leaves flying as the swords gathered into a hurricane of edge and light.As the dust settled, hovering in front of Qin Feng was a single, cold and gleaming longsword:
The Divine Sword of Changkong—Once the blade of the legendary Sword God of ages past, ranked among the top ten divine weapons in the Archaic Realm.
With the guidance of the Tenth Patriarch, Qin Feng had successfully refined the Nine Swords over the past five years.He dared not claim mastery akin to the ancient Sword God—but to wield it in battle? There was no hesitation.
"The Nine Swords of Changkong!"Lin San's eyes burned with fervor; his breath quickened.He couldn't help it—His swordsmanship originated from the very legacy of that ancient Sword God.To him, acquiring the Nine Swords would be the final key to restoring the glory of that mythic path.And yet—This was the Qin Clan. Robbing them would be suicide. He could only wait. For now.
"You may have divine swords in hand—but you still won't defeat me!"Lin San's voice rang with the confidence of inherited might.And in a flash—he struck.A blazing sword arc tore through the veil of dust and silence, roaring like a thunderclap as it split the void.
The Changkong Sword Arts—A divine-level sword technique derived from the laws of heaven and earth themselves. It once carved a path of slaughter across the Archaic World: gods stood slain, Buddhas shattered.No one in its era dared face it directly.
"That move—"Qin Tian and Lin Hao both gasped—There was no mistaking it.This was the legacy technique of the ancient Sword God.And now, it was about to clash with that Sword God's own weapon.
"Not good!"Qin Tian's face paled. He made to intervene.His son might be extraordinary, yes—but he was still just an eight-year-old child.How could he face off against the most lethal sword art of the last ten millennia?
Yet before he could move, he saw Qin Feng's gaze sharpen.The boy had already assumed his stance.Calm. Unshakable.
Slay the Heavens: Drawblade Form.He bowed his head slightly.And drew.
Clang—!!A resonant sword cry erupted like divine thunder.What followed was a flash of peerless brilliance—like a swan gliding across the firmament, like a dragon dancing through cloud.One sword.No tricks.No flourish.Just a blade drawn to sever heaven itself.
"What… what sword move is that?!"Even the most seasoned masters stared, mouths agape.They had never seen such swordsmanship.Was it... self-created?No pretense. No pomp.Only absolute, unrelenting force.
BOOM—!!The twin sword lights collided with the might of gods clashing.The heavens screamed. A storm of energy exploded outward in every direction.
"Mother—!""Father—!"Qin Hao and Lin Xiner, too weak to resist the blast, clung tightly to their parents' robes.
"How... how could this be?!"Lin San's pupils contracted.He could hardly believe it—An eight-year-old child, mastering such a devastating sword technique?He had divine legacy.He had cultivated Sword Intent.He wielded the most honored technique of a god.And still—he lost.
Crack—!!His blade split in two, shattered by the might of the divine Changkong Sword.He had the Sword God's moves—Qin Feng had the Sword God's sword.He had sword intent—Qin Feng had Slay the Heavens.His cultivation surpassed by two stages—But Qin Feng had the tenfold blessing of a Heaven-Born Emperor's Fate, and the support of the Heavenly Treasure Gourd.
There was no room for doubt.He had lost.Not just in body—But in heart.
Ding—Congratulations! Host has cracked Heaven's Chosen One's invincible dao-heart. +100,000 Villain Points!
"A hundred thousand for a crack in his heart? If I stabbed right through that smug little chest... wouldn't I be making billions?"Qin Feng's spirit surged, blood singing.He stepped forth with Mirage Phantom Steps, divine sword in hand, moving like a wraith.Straight toward Lin San's chest—"To love is to pierce the heart!"
"Not good!!"Even a budding Sword Saint was still a child.The earlier blow had thrown his rhythm into chaos.Now, he was reeling.Every new wound from Qin Feng's blade tore a deeper hole in his pride.
Ding—Host inflicted damage to Heaven's Chosen. +500 Villain Points!Ding—Host inflicted damage... +500!Ding—...+500!
Qin Feng had never been so satisfied.For once, he could finally beat someone without mercy.
"My brother is the best!!"Qin Hao puffed out his chest, beaming with pride.He wanted the entire world to know—that was his brother!
Lin Xiner stamped her feet furiously, her cheeks puffed in frustration.She nearly rushed to attack the boy herself—But was swept up into the gentle arms of Yun Xiyue, who found the little girl impossibly endearing.
"The victor is clear. Brother Qin—your son truly carries the bones of an emperor."Lin Hao, chuckling warmly, raised his hand just as Qin Feng's sword was poised for the final strike—And whisked Lin San away with a flick of spiritual energy.
A wise move.Lin San had been prophesied as the greatest swordsman of the next century.Letting Qin Feng stab him in the heart would be... politically awkward.
"Hmph..."Qin Feng pouted.He had been robbed of his loot box—But held his tongue.
He knew the trope well: push too far, and some hidden master would descend from the heavens with a palm that erased cities.Better to take the points, smile politely, and walk away.
"Hahahaha!"Qin Tian couldn't hold back his laughter.With such a performance, the marriage alliance was practically guaranteed.
The welcoming ceremony resumed.Qin Tian led Lin Hao into the heart of Qin territory.As they passed rows of elites, Lin Hao could not hide his envy.
If only these people bore my blood...He would rather spend a thousand treasures on family than raise a genius who shared no kinship.Loyalty was never guaranteed.
Soon after, the real discussion began—Arranged marriage.
Everyone assumed Lin Hao would pick Qin Feng—the dazzling, invincible, heaven-slaying prodigy.But to everyone's disbelief—He pointed instead at the cheerful, doe-eyed five-year-old still licking a lollipop.
Qin Hao.
"WHAT THE—?!"Qin Feng nearly spat blood.He had just put on the performance of a lifetime.Fought like a tiger.Looked like a dragon.Even gave his heart and sword to the audience.
And the marriage?Went to the little guy watching cartoons in the back.
In the arena, I'm a tiger. At the matchmaking table, I'm... nobody.