Find a Reason to Beat Younger Brother

"Not at all, not at all..."

The Emperor of Great Xia's smile was uglier than tears; his heart truly ached to part with the Heavenly Treasure Gourd.

But unfortunately, this was already the least valuable treasure on him—he wasn't about to hand over the Divine Gear he'd painstakingly forged for years to this brat, was he!?

Wait a moment!

Why did that kid's gaze look so familiar!?

The Emperor of Great Xia's heart jolted sharply as he found Qin Feng staring back at him with an innocent face, exactly like before when he'd asked for a greeting gift.

Holy shit!!

How could a person be this shameless!?

He'd already given him two treasures, and still the brat's appetite wasn't satisfied.

"Uh..."

The several Qin Clan Ancestors also felt their faces burning, inwardly calling this madness.

After swindling two treasures out of someone, his appetite was still this good.

It made them wonder when they should form a group to take Qin Feng to the Great Xia Imperial City and visit every household door to door.

The surrounding Qin Family Disciples watched with envy, as if they'd grasped a truth: in the world of martial arts, face is a thing to be cast aside.

"Ding dong, detected host corrupting Qin Family Disciples, gained 200 Villain Points!"

"This TM works too!?"

Qin Feng's eyes lit up instantly, like an LSP unlocking a new position.

At that moment—

The Emperor of Great Xia was genuinely afraid of Qin Feng. Taking advantage of his daze, he transformed into a beam of golden light and shot into the sky. "I suddenly recalled—there's something I need to attend to!"

"Your Majesty, I'll bring Second Brother to visit you when I'm free. You don't need to be too polite—definitely don't prepare any precious treasures. Just casually give me a few Saint-level or Divine-level techniques. As for that Heavenly Treasure Gourd, pack a dozen or so. Let me tell you, I won't take more than that—I'm just a kid, what use would I have for so many good treasures..."

Qin Feng snapped back to reality and shouted after the departing figure. The crowd vaguely saw the golden light wobble, nearly losing balance and falling from the sky.

"That skin..."

The entire crowd was utterly speechless, admitting they couldn't match that.

"What are you all staring at me for? Never seen a handsome guy before!?"

Qin Feng tossed his head proudly, his idol aura locked in tight.

"Feng'er, you're still young. Father will keep this sword safe for you."

Qin Tian stepped forward with a malicious grin and snatched the small wooden box from Qin Feng's hand.

As a Divine Weapon ranking in the top ten of the Ancient Wasteland, no one could remain indifferent to the Nine Swords of Changkong—not even the head of the Number One Clan of the Ancient Wasteland.

"A Zhe!"

The surrounding Qin Family Disciples felt embarrassed, never expecting Qin Tian to be this kind of clan head.

Was that safekeeping!?

He was just coveting his son's big treasure!

"You say you love me, yet you steal my big treasure!"

Qin Feng, as if possessed by a drama queen, threw himself into the arms of an Old Ancestor with tears in his eyes, seeking comfort.

"Useless thing, even robbing your own son's treasure!" The Old Ancestor picked up Qin Feng with a pang of heartache to soothe him, then kicked Qin Tian to help the boy reclaim the Nine Swords of Changkong.

This served as a solemn announcement to everyone: the Nine Swords of Changkong belonged to Qin Feng now.

No matter how aggrieved Qin Feng's Cheap Old Dad felt, the surrounding Qin Family Disciples watched with nothing but envy.

A three-year-old child wielding a Divine Weapon ranked in the top ten of the Ancient Wasteland, and wearing a top-tier auxiliary treasure like the Heavenly Treasure Gourd.

If word got out, countless cultivators would die of jealousy.

Boom!!

Thunder roared across the sky again as the Dragon-Phoenix phantom plunged downward, charging into the room where Yun Xiyue was giving birth.

No infant's cry was heard; instead, a Little Maid ran out to deliver the good news.

"He's born, he's born—a little Young Master! Mother and child are safe!"

The heart that had been in Qin Feng's throat finally settled. The sudden pressure from earlier had nearly scared him to death, terrified that Second Brother's relative-killing aura might suddenly activate.

Soon—

The second child was cleaned up and brought out.

Qin Feng stepped forward to compare. He looked exactly like the Cheap Old Dad, unlike himself, who had inherited his birth mother's stunning beauty.

But none of that mattered now. What mattered was that his second brother had fallen into his hands. Unlike back in the womb, he could now go at it all day long.

"Wah wah..."

Second Brother seemed to sense Qin Feng's presence, instinctively growing restless and uneasy.

If he could speak right now, he wouldn't be saying "can't see me, can't see me"; he'd be shouting "don't come over here!!"

"This little fellow..."

The several Qin Clan Ancestors couldn't help frowning, sensing an unusual, mysterious aura from Second Brother.

Even though they had lived for thousands of years, they couldn't put their finger on it for the moment and would need to go back and flip through some ancient texts.

Just as everyone was gathered around studying Second Brother, Qin Feng finally found a reason to hit his younger brother.

"Second Brother, why aren't you crying? Could something be wrong!?"

Everyone snapped to attention—they really hadn't heard the child cry, completely unlike other newborns.

Just as they were about to check, a small hand reached out.

With a snap!!

The crisp sound of a slap rang through the room.

Qin Feng raised his own little hand and smacked it hard against Second Brother's tiny bottom. From the bright red handprint, it was clear this was a beating from a real big brother—the force was anything but light.

"Waa waa..."

Feeling his bottom smacked, Second Brother let out a cry so loud and clear it was impressive.

"How could you hit your younger brother!"

Qin Tian scolded Qin Feng sternly, quickly scooping up Second Brother to soothe him.

"Wasn't I worried something was wrong with him!?"

Qin Feng's face was full of grievance, but inside he was already overjoyed.

"Ding dong, detected host spanking the Son of Heaven's bottom. Earned 100 points!"

"Ding dong, detected host making the Son of Heaven cry, causing him to open his mouth and release a wisp of Primordial Ancestral Qi, worth three years of bitter cultivation. Earned 30,000 points."

"Ding dong, detected host destroying the Son of Heaven's opportunity. Earned one Lucky Draw Opportunity!"

Qin Feng was stunned on the spot. He had no idea what Primordial Ancestral Qi meant.

The system spoke up to explain: "Humans are born by receiving the qi of heaven and earth. There must be a strand of primordial energy nurtured before conception—this is what is called Primordial Ancestral Qi. Refining it is worth three years of bitter cultivation."

After understanding this, a huge "Holy shit" popped into Qin Feng's mind.

If he'd known this so-called Primordial Ancestral Qi was this awesome, he wouldn't have shown off by yelling when he was born. Maybe this was the difference between the Protagonist and the villain!

"But how did Second Brother know about it!?"

Qin Feng stared curiously at his crying second brother, wondering if he was some great power reincarnated.

But after observing him for several days straight, he found no sign of intelligence in Second Brother. Like any other baby, he ate, slept, ate again, or just cried nonstop.

His Cheap Old Dad was nearly driven crazy by it and immediately scrapped any thoughts of a third child.

Not every baby was named Qin Feng!

But the look his own mother gave his father was clearly off—like she'd married him just to give him a bunch of sons to get back at him.

That night.

The candlewick occasionally let out a "pop" as it crackled.

In the next room, Good Eldest Son Qin Feng faintly heard someone softly humming "Ode to the Goose"...