"Not at all, not at all..."
The Emperor of Great Xia's smile was uglier than if he were crying. He was truly reluctant to part with the Tianbao Gourd.
But it was already the least valuable treasure he had on him. He couldn't possibly give the divine armor he'd spent years forging to this brat, could he!?
Wait a minute!
Why does this kid's gaze look so familiar!
The Emperor's heart jolted. He saw Qin Feng looking at him with that same innocent expression, just like when he had asked for a gift earlier.
Damn!!
How can someone be this shameless!!
He'd already given him two treasures, and it still wasn't enough to satisfy this brat's appetite.
"Er..."
The Qin Family ancestors looked a bit embarrassed. In their hearts, they were exclaiming, "This is insane (but beautifully done)!"
To swindle two treasures in a row and still have such a good appetite.
It made them wonder if they should organize a group trip with Qin Feng to the Great Xia imperial city and pay a visit to every household.
The surrounding Qin Family disciples watched with envy. They seemed to have understood a certain truth: when you're out in the world, your face is just a trivial possession.
"Ding! Detected that the Host has corrupted the Qin Family disciples. Reward: 200 Villain Points!"
"This works too, for fuck's sake!?"
Qin Feng's eyes lit up, like a pervert discovering a new position.
At this moment—
The Emperor of Great Xia was truly scared of Qin Feng. Taking advantage of the boy's daze, he transformed into a streak of golden light and shot into the sky. "We suddenly remembered We have other matters to attend to!"
"Your Majesty, I'll bring my little brother to visit you when I'm free! You don't have to be so polite, and please don't prepare any valuable treasures. Just a few Saint or God-level cultivation manuals will do. As for those Tianbao Gourds, a dozen should be enough. And let me tell you, I won't take any more than that. I'm just a kid, what use do I have for so many good treasures..."
Qin Feng snapped back to his senses and shouted after the departing figure. The crowd vaguely saw the golden light lose its balance, nearly spiraling out of control and falling from the sky.
"That shamelessness..."
Everyone present was utterly speechless, admitting they were no match for him.
"What are you all looking at me for? Haven't you ever seen the most handsome man of the Archaic Era!?"
Qin Feng tossed his head proudly, his idol-like charisma on full display.
"Feng'er, you're still young. Father will keep this sword safe for you."
Qin Tian stepped forward with a mischievous smile and snatched the small wooden box from Qin Feng's hands.
As a divine weapon ranked in the top ten of the Archaic Era, no one could remain indifferent to the Chang Kong Nine Swords, not even the head of the number one family of the Archaic Era.
"Ah, this!"
The surrounding Qin Family disciples felt a wave of secondhand embarrassment. They never expected Qin Tian to be this kind of family head.
Was he keeping it safe?!
He was just coveting his son's great treasure!
"You say you love me, but you steal my precious treasure!"
Qin Feng, as if possessed by a drama queen, tearfully threw himself into the arms of an ancestor, seeking comfort.
"You worthless thing, snatching a treasure from your own son!" The ancestor hugged Qin Feng comfortingly, his heart aching for the boy. He didn't forget to kick Qin Tian to help Qin Feng get the Chang Kong Nine Swords back.
This was a solemn declaration to everyone: the Chang Kong Nine Swords belonged to Qin Feng.
No matter how wronged his cheap father, Qin Tian, felt, the surrounding Qin Family disciples were green with envy.
A three-year-old child was wielding a divine weapon ranked in the top ten of the Archaic Era, and he also wore a top-tier support item like the Tianbao Gourd.
If word of this got out, countless cultivators would die of envy.
*Rumble!!*
Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky again. The phantoms of a dragon and phoenix swooped down, rushing into the room where Yun Xiyue was giving birth.
There was no sound of a baby crying. Instead, a young maidservant ran out to announce the good news.
"The baby is here! The baby is here! It's a young master! Mother and son are both safe and sound!"
Qin Feng's heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled. The sudden, immense pressure just now had nearly scared him to death; he was afraid his little brother's family-jinxing halo would suddenly activate.
Soon—
The second brother was cleaned and brought out.
Qin Feng leaned in for a comparison. The baby looked exactly like his cheap father, unlike him, who had inherited his mother's world-stunning beauty.
But none of that mattered. What mattered was that his little brother had fallen into his hands. Unlike in the womb, he could now beat him up all day long.
"Wuu... wuu..."
The second brother seemed to sense Qin Feng's presence and grew instinctively restless.
If he could speak right now, he would either be chanting "You can't see me, you can't see me," or shouting "Don't you come over here!!"
"This little one..."
The Qin Family ancestors couldn't help but frown. They sensed an unusual, mysterious aura from the second brother.
Even though they had lived for several millennia, they couldn't put their finger on it and would need to consult the ancient records.
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While everyone was gathered around the second brother, studying him, Qin Feng finally found a reason to hit his little brother.
"Little brother, why aren't you crying? Is there something wrong with you!?"
Everyone else snapped to attention. It was true, they hadn't heard the baby cry, which was completely different from other newborns.
Just as they were about to check, a small hand reached out.
*Smack!!*
A crisp slapping sound echoed through the room.
Qin Feng had raised his little hand and slapped his little brother's bottom hard. Judging by the bright red handprint, it was definitely a slap from a big brother—and not a light one, either.
"Waaah... waah..."
Feeling the sting on his bottom, the second brother let out a resounding cry.
"How could you hit your little brother!?"
Qin Tian sternly reprimanded Qin Feng, quickly picking up the second brother to soothe him.
"I was just worried something was wrong with him!"
Qin Feng's face was a mask of grievance, but inside, he was ecstatic.
"Ding! Detected that the Host has slapped the Chosen One's bottom. Reward: 100 Villain Points!"
"Ding! Detected that the Host has made the Chosen One cry, causing him to release a mouthful of Innate Ancestral Qi, equivalent to 3 years of hard cultivation. Reward: 30,000 Villain Points."
"Ding! Detected that the Host has destroyed the Chosen One's opportunity. Reward: one lottery chance!"
Qin Feng was stunned on the spot. He didn't understand what "Innate Ancestral Qi" was.
The system explained: "Humans are born by receiving the Qi of Heaven and Earth. There is always a portion of primordial energy that develops before conception. This is the so-called Innate Ancestral Qi. Refining it is equivalent to three years of hard cultivation."
After understanding, a huge "Damn" popped into Qin Feng's mind.
If he had known this Innate Ancestral Qi was so amazing, he wouldn't have acted all cool and shouted when he was born. Perhaps this was the difference between a protagonist and a villain!
"But how did my little brother know?"
Qin Feng looked curiously at his crying little brother, suspecting he might be the reincarnation of some great power.
But after observing for several days, he found no signs of intelligence. The baby was just like any other—eat, sleep, eat, or cry nonstop.
He was driving his cheap father crazy, who immediately gave up on the idea of a third child.
Not every baby was a Qin Feng!
However, the look his dear mother gave his father was clearly off. It was as if she was saying, "The only reason I married you was to have more sons to get back at you."
That night.
The candle flame crackled from time to time.
The good eldest son, Qin Feng, who lived in the adjacent courtyard, seemed to hear someone reciting a poem about a goose...
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