A single kick landed—
Yet the younger brother not only refused to behave, but even retaliated with a punch.
D*mn it.
This brother cannot be kept around for long.
At that moment, Qin Feng's fury surged to its peak, and he immediately activated the Halo of the Great Emperor's Potential.
"Ding! Halo of the Great Emperor's Potential activated. All attributes enhanced tenfold!"
Qin Feng could distinctly feel a transformation within his body—each part brimming with newfound strength.
Bang!!
He stepped forward and delivered another kick—this one worlds apart from the first.
The younger brother seemed to recognize the power behind it and instantly quieted down, no longer daring to siphon energy from Qin Feng.
"So much for the so-called Chosen One—what a cowardly pretender!"
With deep disdain swelling in his heart, Qin Feng gave him yet another contemptuous kick.
"Ding! Detected: Host has kicked the Chosen One. Gained 10 Villain Points."
"Ten Villain Points!?"
Drawing on years of experience from reading web novels, Qin Feng attempted to summon the System Shop in his mind.
The next instant—
A radiant marketplace emerged within his consciousness, its dazzling treasures nearly blinding his metaphorical titanium-dog eyes.
Aura of the Tyrant Turtle (Divine): A single smirk unleashes an overwhelming presence. Men would follow you through fire and blood; women would fall heart and soul; spirit beasts would go mad with loyalty; even sentient weapons would recognize you as their master.Price: 99,999 ...Villain Points
Heart of Darkness (Divine): Amplifies strength exponentially with rising fury.Price: 99,999 ...Villain Points
Law of Sacrificial Ascendance (Divine, Passive): When kin are slain, this law ignites, granting unstoppable power—gods shall fall, Buddhas shall perish, and levels shall be rendered meaningless.Price: 99,999 ...Villain Points
"All these treasures seem absurdly powerful… it's just that the price tags…"
Though tempted beyond measure, Qin Feng couldn't ignore the countless ellipses following each cost.
As a gentleman well-versed in Confucian ideals, he knew he must endure hardship with grace.
Confucius said: "By reviewing the old, one gains insight into the new—thus one becomes a teacher."(Note: Even if you beat the same person repeatedly, you gain new understanding each time, enough to serve as your own instructor.)
Thwack!!
Sensing that his younger brother was misbehaving again, Qin Feng lifted his small foot and planted it squarely on his brother's face.
"Ding! Detected: Host has kicked the Chosen One. Gained 10 Villain Points…"
However, since Qin Feng was still in utero, quietly biding his time, his energy was quickly depleted. He had no choice but to summon the Thirty-Three Heavens Creation Sutra to replenish his vitality.
"Ding! Initiating the infusion of the Thirty-Three Heavens Creation Sutra!"
Rumble—!
In a flash, a vast torrent of knowledge surged into Qin Feng's mind. His meridians lit up like constellations, and the mechanics of the cultivation technique etched themselves indelibly into his consciousness.
"Is this technique truly powerful?"
Having no reference point within the archaic cultivation world, Qin Feng couldn't discern its quality. So, he simply began cultivating according to the method ingrained in his mind.
Boom!!
He instantly entered a meditative trance, his thoughts becoming a serene void.
All around, elemental energy swept toward him like a tempest, startling his younger brother into curling up in a corner of the womb, trembling in fear.
"At last, the little one is calm."
Lady Yun Xiyue—the esteemed former Saintess of the Taibai Immortal Mountain, and now matron of the Qin Clan—gently caressed her swelling belly with a look of boundless tenderness.
Just moments ago, the mischievous child within had been wreaking playful havoc.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, Yun Xiyue sensed something unusual. The child in her womb was actively absorbing spiritual energy—and doing so with rhythmic precision, as if cultivating a technique.
Innate Cultivation Method!
Four bold characters flashed through her mind. Joy blossomed across her face, unable to be hidden.
In the world of the Primordial Era, cultivation techniques are ranked across six tiers: Yellow, Mystic, Earth, Heaven, Saint, and Divine.
The first four—Yellow, Mystic, Earth, Heaven—are all devised by martial grandmasters and can be cultivated to perfection.
Above them, the Saint and Divine levels require the comprehension of natural laws. But even then, no one but the original creator has ever achieved full mastery.
At best, others can only approach that peak—never reach it, thus falling short of true power.
To stand atop the world, one must forge a cultivation path uniquely their own.
An unborn child, still in the innate state, is said to be sensitive to the laws of Heaven and Earth. But without conscious will, they cannot initiate cultivation.
To possess an Innate Cultivation Method—such a miracle may occur once in ten thousand years.
And once the child begins cultivation, even the lowest possible starting point is a Saint-Level Technique—with perfect resonance and compatibility. A natural-born prodigy, destined for greatness.
This was the reason the Qin Clan spared no effort, using forbidden techniques to delay Qin Feng's birth by a full century—
To ensure that he would be born on the highest rung of destiny.
"My child… you bring such glory to your mother!"
Yun Xiyue was beyond delighted. Her standing in the Qin Clan was now unshakable—even the ancient ancestors would have to respectfully call her a heroine.
Her son was in the process of creating a technique beyond even the Heavenly tier—a treasure that could safeguard the clan's legacy for generations.
Very soon—
Several of the Qin Clan's oldest ancestors emerged from seclusion to visit her.
"Xiyue, you are the great benefactor of the Qin Clan!"
"Whatever you need, speak it. Heaven and earth shall not stop us."
"Are you comfortable in your lodgings? If not, we'll recreate the Taibai Immortal Mountain here in exact detail!"
"One bowl of immortal essence a day? What are we, paupers in the Wang Clan? Double it. One bowl per hour!"
As the elders chattered on noisily, a cold snort abruptly echoed through the hall.
"Enough. Back to your cultivation. If you frighten the child, I'll hang you by the crooked tree at the main gate!"
In a flash, the elders scattered like startled birds, resembling schoolboys caught by their teacher.
Despite their ancient age—each at least several millennia old—the one who just spoke was the Qin Clan's Second Ancestor, before whom they were like squabbling children.
If he truly hung them up by the tree… how would they show their faces again?
"Greetings, Ancestor!"
Yun Xiyue instinctively prepared to kneel in reverence—but before she could, a soft force halted her.
"You carry a child. Ceremony is unnecessary. Focus on your health. This boy… the technique he is crafting resonates with the laws of nature themselves. He bears the aura of a future Emperor."
The Second Ancestor did not reveal himself, leaving behind only his voice, imbued with unshakable authority.
And so, the entire Qin Clan mobilized.
An elite guard formed a layered perimeter around Yun Xiyue—so tight, even a mosquito would be interrogated on gender before passing.
"My son is destined for the throne!"
At her side, a brawny man beamed with foolish pride—Qin Tian, the current clan leader and Qin Feng's not-so-dignified father.
"Idiot."
Yun Xiyue rolled her eyes with seductive charm, nearly distracting Qin Tian into acting on primal impulses—until he remembered the child's vital importance.
He reluctantly holstered his strict-father instincts, silently praying his son would understand a father's burdens…
And hurry up and be born already.
But Qin Feng had no such intentions.
His days continued in blissful repetition—eating, sleeping, and bullying his younger brother…