*Thwack!*
Instead of surrendering, Junior retaliated with a tiny fist to Qin Feng's face.
*Holy guacamole!*
*This brat's a liability!*
Qin Feng's "Big Brother Rage Meter" instantly maxed out, activating his "Supreme Overlord Aura" buff.
**Ding! Supreme Overlord Aura activated! All stats multiplied by 10!**
Qin Feng felt power surge through his *very soul*. His limbs buzzed like they'd been plugged into a nuclear reactor.
*WHAM!*
He delivered another kick—this time, with the force of a Marvel superhero accidentally sneezing. Junior, now sensing the *grave mistake* of provoking his older brother, curled into a fetal ball (pun intended) and stopped leaching Qin Feng's energy.
"Pfft, 'Chosen One' my *diaper*. More like 'Chicken Nugget'!" Qin Feng sneered, giving Junior an extra tap for good measure.
**Ding! Host has bullied the Chosen One! +10 Villain Points!**
"TEN POINTS?!" Qin Feng's eyes sparkled like a kid in a candy store. Channeling his inner Tony Stark, he mentally summoned the **System Mall**.
*Poof!*
A holographic menu materialized, glowing so brightly it could've outshone Vegas on New Year's Eve.
**Supreme Turtle Aura (Divine Tier):** Tilt your lips, dominate the room! Makes men pledge undying loyalty, women swoon into polygamous proposals, pets turn into berserkers, and even sentient toasters bow down. **Price:** 99,999… VP.
**Rage Multiplier (Divine Tier):** The angrier you get, the stronger you become! Perfect for road rage or family reunions. **Price:** 99,999… VP.
**Sacrificial Law (Divine Tier):** Passive skill! Lose a loved one? Activate god mode! Slay deities, yeet Buddhas—no level cap! **Price:** 99,999… VP.
"Cool, but *who's got that kinda cash*?!" Qin Feng grumbled. The prices had more digits than a math textbook.
But as a scholar of ancient wisdom (and a firm believer in "If at first you don't succeed, *kick the baby again*"), Qin Feng channeled Confucius: *"To practice and reflect brings mastery"*—or in modern terms, "If punching Junior once doesn't work, *punch him 100 times*."
*HYAH!*
Junior, who'd *dared* to twitch a finger, got a tiny foot stamped on his face—again.
**Ding! +10 Villain Points!**
Alas, even Supreme Overlords tire. After a few kicks, Qin Feng felt as drained as a college student during finals week. Time to recharge!
**Ding! Cultivating the "33 Heavens Creation Sutra"!**
*BOOM!*
Knowledge flooded Qin Feng's mind like a Wikipedia overdose. His meridians lit up like a subway map, and the sutra's secrets imprinted themselves deeper than a TikTok addiction.
"Is this thing any good?" Qin Feng wondered, unaware that in the *Primordial Realm*, cultivation techniques were ranked from "Meh" (Yellow Tier) to "OMG" (Divine Tier). But hey, free Wi-Fi!
*WHOOSH!*
He began absorbing spiritual energy like a Dyson vacuum, causing Junior to cower in a corner, muttering, *"Why me?!"*
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Outside the womb, Lady Yun Xiyue—matriarch of the Qin Clan and former saintess of the White Mountain Sect—gently rubbed her belly. Her little troublemaker had finally settled down after an *epic* tantrum.
But then… *Wait*. The baby was… *cultivating*?!
"*A self-born Divine Sutra?!*" she gasped. In the Primordial Realm, fetal cultivation was rarer than a humble billionaire. Such babies were born with **MAX compatibility** to their techniques, destined to dominate—or at least win *all* the talent shows.
The Qin Clan had delayed Qin Feng's birth for *100 years* using secret arts, betting he'd be their golden goose. And boy, did he deliver!
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**Meanwhile, at Qin Family HQ:**
The elders descended like overexcited grandmas at a baby shower.
Third Uncle Qin: "Yun Xiyue, you've outdone yourself! Name your price—golden diapers? A private waterfall?"
Fifth Auntie Qin: "Only *one* bowl of Spirit Nectar a day? DOUBLE IT! We're not *peasants*!"
But a thunderous voice interrupted: **"SCRAM, YOU NUISANCES! OR I'LL HANG YOU FROM THE FAMILY TREE—UPSIDE DOWN!"**
The elders scattered like roaches when the lights flick on. The speaker? The Qin Clan's **Second Ancestor**, a 10,000-year-old powerhouse with the patience of a hangry honey badger.
To Yun Xiyue, he rumbled, **"This child… *bears the mark of a Primordial Sovereign*."**
Cue the waterworks. Yun Xiyue wept joyfully while her husband, Clan Lord Qin Tian, grinned like a doofus. "My son's gonna be *OP*!" he kept repeating, mentally drafting Qin Feng's future Tinder profile: *"Future Overlord—swipe right for immortality."*
But Qin Feng, blissfully unaware, continued his routine: *Eat. Sleep. Bully Junior.*
Because why hurry into a world of taxes and Wi-Fi bills when you can be the *king of the womb*?
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**System Prompt:**
*Junior's current status: Traumatized. Suggested use of Villain Points: Invest in prenatal therapy.*
*Qin Feng's response: "Nah. Let's buy a meme sword instead."*
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**Next Chapter Teaser:**
*"Qin Feng discovers Junior's hidden talent: *crying so loud it becomes a sonic attack*. Clan elders consider marketing it as 'Baby's First Doomsday Device.'"*