In the Grand Palace of Daxia—The morning court was in full session.
News of the Qin Clan's alliance with the Western powerhouse, Tianxin City, had already spread through the court like wildfire. More shocking, however, was the revelation that Qin Feng—the Qin family's eldest son—not only broke into the Transcendence Realm at eight years old, but had even created a sword technique capable of defeating Lin San, heir of the legendary Sky Sword God.
Lin San, the "Future First Sword in a Hundred Years," was vanquished by a child. The implications were dire.
"The Qin Clan joining hands with Tianxin City… they no longer acknowledge the authority of the imperial court!""Such intentions cannot go unpunished!""Your Majesty, we must strike swiftly—crush them before their alliance solidifies!""You speak as though the Qin Clan and Tianxin City are made of paper.""If they were so easy to topple, would we have tolerated their dominion over the East and West for so many years?""Your Majesty, I propose diplomacy. The signs of upheaval have been clear—ominous celestial phenomena, awakening bloodlines… A new age of great conflict is upon us. Now is not the time for infighting.""The reformed Yinyue Dynasty is rising fast. Their ambition no longer hides behind subtlety. They've just anointed two Heavenly Chosen as 'Sacred Sons.' They are the true threat to Daxia.""We must unite or be conquered."
The Emperor of Daxia sat silently upon his dragon throne, his gaze heavy, his hands folded.
He watched as the court split into factions—hawks calling for war, doves urging peace—and found no peace in either.
"If only my imperial line could produce a Heavenly Chosen…"
His voice, though soft, weighed like stone.He understood the root of his frustration.The tide of the world was shifting. That, he could accept.But what made it bitter… was the absence of any worthy successors.
Meanwhile, in the Qin Clan…
Qin Feng sat cross-legged in his courtyard, his body enveloped in radiant spiritual energy.
Ever since he broke into the Transcendence Realm, his cultivation had slowed—the Thirty-Threefold Heaven Creation Technique had once again become a bottleneck.
He gritted his teeth and burned 30,000 villain points to activate a one-month [Insight Halo], to comprehend the Third Heaven layer.
"Terrifying comprehension…"The Tenth Ancestor watched from the shadows, unable to hide his astonishment.
He could see the shift in Qin Feng's physique with startling clarity—his body had become more robust, and now possessed frightening regenerative power.
Not resurrection per se… but limb regeneration was now a casual feat.
"Just what kind of Heaven's Law did he comprehend when he was born!?"
BOOM!A dull rumble echoed from within Qin Feng's body.A dazzling golden light erupted from the runes along his skin, signaling the complete mastery of the Third Heaven… and a breakthrough to the Second Stage of Transcendence.
"He's a monster…"The Tenth Ancestor whispered, remembering that blood-red moon the night Qin Feng was born.That birth had shaken the heavens—and it was no exaggeration.
Suddenly—🔔🔔🔔A solemn peal echoed across the entire Qin Clan city.
Faces changed.This was no ordinary bell—it hadn't rung in centuries.It signaled: life and death crisis.
All hands on alert. All warriors in armor.
"Something big is coming."The Tenth Ancestor vanished into a streak of white light.
"A clan-level catastrophe?"Qin Feng narrowed his eyes."Tch… Probably that foolish little brother of mine again."
Honestly, it wasn't his fault!He'd only ever wanted to be a carefree scoundrel, drowning in wine and silk robes.But his little brother's existence kept dragging him into death flags.
And now this—an existential threat to the family?Time to find Qin Hao and beat some cause-and-effect out of him.
In the Qin Clan Grand Hall—
Qin Tian, the Clan Patriarch, sat solemnly at the head of a vast stone chamber.
Below him stood the Thirteen Guardians, lords of every Qin branch clan.
An insider report from the Imperial Capital had confirmed it:The Emperor of Daxia had made his decision—The Qin Clan must be eliminated.
"War, then. Let's settle this with blood!"A burly guardian slammed his axe into the floor, eyes burning with fury.
"But why now, when we've just allied with Tianxin City, and Yinyue stares hungrily from the shadows?"Another scholar-type elder frowned, deeply troubled."This is not strategy—it's suicide."
"The best plan is to delay… stall the storm… let our young tigers grow their fangs."
"No," Qin Tian said gravely,"This is not recklessness. It is strategic self-mutilation."
"The Emperor has chosen to amputate his own limbs—to remove us now before our rise becomes unstoppable.""Victory would mean stability. Failure still buys him time. Either way, he rolls the dice now."
Thirteen Guardians fell into grim silence.They knew—this was no longer avoidable.
But war required allies.The Emperor still needed to bargain with the noble clans, buy their loyalty with land, wealth, and promises.That gave the Qin Clan time to prepare.
"So… it's finally coming."Qin Feng could see it in the eyes of every elder.
Gone were the proud, smiling faces of the Qin streets.Now only solemn, armored warriors marched the roads.
Gone were the dancing girls and beautiful sisters-in-law.Now came the drums of war.
"Can we win this?"He knew the answer.
Though the Qin and Lin alliance now controlled half of Daxia…The Emperor still commanded the ancient noble clans.Even if victory were possible…Yinyue was waiting.
The most damning detail?
They had a Heaven's Chosen on their side.
And that always spelled doom for the clan that raised him.
He laughed bitterly."Should I… run now?"
But then he paused.His fists clenched.
"No. These are my people—my blood, my bones."
If he was truly a villain, then he would flip the heavens from the shadows.
And then it hit him.A glimmer of inspiration.The system's mission… the Supreme Bone…
Maybe—just maybe—he could "legally" excavate his little brother's cheat.
"For the sake of the family, for the survival of the clan…""Brother, forgive me."