Love Him? Stab Him in the Heart

Buzz, buzz!

The crisp ring of swords echoed across the city where the Qin Family resided. Nine streaks of sword light tore through the sky like meteors.

"The Nine Swords of Changkong!"

Lin Hao and the others were connoisseurs, and immediately recognized the nine swords.

They had also heard how, five years ago, the Emperor of Great Xia had arrived in a hurry and been swindled out of the Nine Swords of Changkong and the Heavenly Treasure Gourd by the Qin family's shameless Eldest Young Master.

They had thought it was just a rumor. Who knew he really was shameless? He had to carry nine swords around just to live up to the word "shameless."

"Nine Swords, unite!"

Qin Feng swiftly formed a hand seal and pointed at the nine swords flying toward him.

Buzz, buzz!

The sword winds swept back, sending dust rolling through the air. The Sword Momentum of the nine swords grew ever more fierce, and roars like raging waves echoed through the sky.

When the sword winds died down, a long sword glimmering with cold light hovered before Qin Feng.

This was the sword carried by the Changkong Sword God ten thousand years ago, and one of the top ten Divine Weapons in the Ancient Wasteland—the Changkong Divine Sword!

Ever since obtaining the Nine Swords of Changkong, Qin Feng had spent the past five years refining them with the Ten Ancestors' help.

He wouldn't dare claim he could recreate the Changkong Sword God's former glory, and he didn't have the strength to fully wield the Nine Swords of Changkong. But using them in battle posed no problem at all.

"The Nine Swords of Changkong!"

Lin San's eyes burned as he stared at the swords, his breathing quickening.

What could he do?

The sword techniques he used came from the Changkong Sword God of ten thousand years ago. More precisely, he had obtained the Changkong Sword God's legacy. If he could get the Nine Swords of Changkong, he would surely restore the Sword God's former glory.

But he also knew the Qin family was not to be trifled with. Trying to snatch the swords by force would be no different from courting death, so he could only wait for an opportunity.

"Even with a Divine Sword, you still can't beat me!"

Lin San had absolute confidence in the Changkong Sword God's legacy. Amid the clouds of dust, he suddenly struck. A dazzling streak of sword light tore through the sky, sending waves of turbulence surging outward.

The Changkong Sword Technique!

A divine-level sword art that the Changkong Sword God had comprehended from the Heaven and Earth Laws. It could slay gods who stood in its way, and Buddhas who tried to stop it—

It was unrivaled throughout the Ancient Wasteland.

"This is..."

Qin Tian and Lin Hao were both powerful figures in their own right. They recognized the Changkong Sword Technique at a glance.

The Changkong Sword God of ten thousand years ago probably never imagined that, ten thousand years later, his sword art would clash with his own sword.

"Not good!"

Qin Tian's expression changed drastically, and he tried to rush forward to stop them.

His Good Eldest Son Qin Feng might have the Emperor's Talent, but he was only eight years old. How could he withstand the Changkong Sword God's sword art?

But before he could say anything, he saw his Good Eldest Son Qin Feng's eyes sharpen as he assumed a sword-drawing stance.

Cutting Heaven Sword Drawing Technique!

A nod, then a draw!

A crisp metallic ring rang out across heaven and earth. A breathtaking streak of sword light appeared, standing apart from the world. Its icy chill swept across the battlefield, and its graceful, soaring arc seemed poised to cleave the sky in two.

"What kind of sword technique is that?!"

Everyone present was well-informed, yet no one had ever seen Qin Feng use this move.

Had he created it himself?

There was no flashy flourish to it, only a single, invincible strike honed to the absolute limit. Once drawn, the sword could cleave the sky and destroy the earth—or decide the victor.

Rumble!

The two streaks of sword light crashed into each other, unleashing a thunderous roar and a terrifying Energy Storm that swept across the battlefield.

"Mother..."

"Father..."

Qin Hao and Lin Xin'er were both weak in cultivation. They clutched their parents' clothes to keep from being blown away.

"How is this possible?!"

Lin San's eyes bulged in shock. He couldn't believe an eight-year-old child could master a sword technique like this.

He'd thought that with his superior cultivation, the Changkong Sword God's legacy in hand, and his comprehension of Sword Intent, defeating an eight-year-old brat would be a piece of cake.

Who knew the other boy would teach him a lesson, making him realize his sword wasn't the strongest.

With a sharp crack—

The sword in Lin San's hand shattered on the spot, unable to withstand the Changkong Divine Sword's edge.

Lin San had the Changkong Sword Technique; Qin Feng had the Cutting Heaven Sword Drawing Technique.

Lin San had Sword Intent; Qin Feng had the Changkong Divine Sword.

His cultivation was two minor realms higher than Qin Feng's, but Qin Feng had the tenfold boost from the Emperor's Talent. Add in the Heavenly Treasure Gourd to replenish his energy, and how could he possibly lose?

"What?!"

Disbelief was written all over Lin San's face. He had actually lost to an eight-year-old child.

He had overcome stronger opponents at every turn, and his invincible Dao heart had gradually taken shape. But today, he had lost to an eight-year-old child. A crack appeared in his invincible Dao heart, and he began to doubt himself.

"Ding! Congratulations, host. You caused the Son of Heaven's invincible Dao heart to crack. You have gained 100,000 Villain Points!"

"A crack gets me 100,000? If I stab him right in the heart, wouldn't I rake in hundreds of millions in no time?"

Qin Feng was fired up. Beneath his feet, he used the elusive Phantom Shadow Free and Unfettered. The Changkong Divine Sword in his hand darted toward Lin San's chest like a phantom.

If you love him, stab him in the heart!

"Not good!"

Even though Lin San's invincible Dao heart had begun to form, he was still only thirteen or fourteen. After Qin Feng had taught him a lesson, his rhythm was thrown off, and he was driven back again and again.

For every new sword wound on Lin San, Qin Feng loved him a little more.

"Ding! Congratulations, host. You injured the Son of Heaven. You have gained 500 Villain Points!"

"Ding! Congratulations, host. You injured the Son of Heaven. You have gained 500 Villain Points!"

"..."

Since Qin Hao was his biological little brother, Qin Feng had never enjoyed a beating this much.

"My big brother is the best!"

Qin Hao proudly lifted his little head, wishing he could tell everyone that Qin Feng was his big brother.

Lin Xin'er stomped her foot in anger from the sidelines, wanting to rush over and beat the brat up. But Yun Xiyue picked her up, finding the haughty little girl quite adorable.

"The victor's been decided. Brother Lin's son truly has the Emperor's Talent!"

Lin Hao smiled as he waved a hand. Just as Qin Feng was about to stab Lin San in the heart, he pulled Lin San back.

As if!

Lin San was hailed as the greatest swordsman of the next century. How could he let Qin Feng stab him in the heart here?

"Hmph..."

Qin Feng was very displeased that Lin Hao had interfered and taken away his points machine just like that.

But he didn't say anything. Son of Heaven types were mysterious creatures. If he forced Lin San to stay, it would surely trigger some powerful rescue.

Better to quit while he was ahead and avoid getting himself into trouble.

"Haha..."

Hearing someone praise his Good Eldest Son, Qin Tian couldn't help laughing. He knew the alliance and marriage arrangements were all but settled.

The welcoming ceremony continued.

Qin Tian led Lin Hao into Qin Family City.

Row after row of Qin Family Disciples with profound cultivation made Lin Hao envious beyond measure.

If he could choose, he would rather spend more resources raising a blood relative than someone with no connection to him—unless that person was absolutely loyal.

But who could say for sure whether someone was loyal or not?

Soon—

The two families' parents began discussing their children's marriage.

Everyone had assumed Lin Hao would choose Qin Feng, who had just displayed the Emperor's Talent. But, to everyone's surprise, he chose Qin Hao, who had been watching from the sidelines, to be his son-in-law.

"Holy crap!!"

When Qin Feng heard the news, he cursed aloud. He'd gained a whole new appreciation for how unreasonable the Son of Heaven could be.

A battle fierce as a tiger, then talk of marriage—without me...