**Chapter 18: Bye-Bye, Qin Family! (Now Featuring Drama, Betrayal, and a Very Chill Donkey)**
The night sky, once as peaceful as a sleeping kitten, exploded into chaos faster than a popcorn kernel in a microwave. The Qin family, upon hearing that the second young master, Qin Hao, had been ambushed, immediately blamed the Great Xia Imperial Clan for pulling a sore-loser move. Swords were drawn, fists were shaken, and the collective rage of the Qin clan could've powered a small city. But when they saw Qin Hao's condition? Oh boy.
Someone had *yoinked* the five-year-old's "Celestial Marrow"—a divine bone that basically turned its owner into a future demigod. This wasn't just cruel; it was like stealing a kid's college fund… and then burning the college.
"Unforgivable!" roared the elders, their mustaches trembling with fury. "Even if the heavens tolerate this, we uncles *won't*!" Auntie Qin, known for her legendary tolerance, even threw her teacup. "If *I* can't ignore this, *no one* can!"
But then came the plot twist: The culprit was… *Qin Feng*? The family's golden boy? The same guy who'd been voted "Most Likely to Become a Saint" since he could walk? The one who'd once donated his candy to orphans (and then subtly bragged about it for three years)?
"No way! Impossible! Our Feng Feng would never!" The Qin clan shook their heads so hard they risked whiplash. Sure, Qin Feng occasionally "playfully" dunked his little brother in the family koi pond, but that's just sibling bonding, right?
Then Patriarch Qin Tian, the family's stoic leader, staggered forward, looking like he'd just binge-watched a K-drama finale. "It's true… *that monster*… did this!" With a dramatic cough, he spat blood worthy of an Oscar nomination. The crowd gasped. If the unshakable patriarch was *this* shook, it *had* to be real.
Enter the Second Ancestor, Qin Erzu, whose voice boomed like a disappointed gym teacher: "Qin Feng, driven by *petty jealousy*, stole his brother's Celestial Marrow! He then *fought the guards* and fled like a greased weasel! By my authority, he's exiled! Also, let's put a bounty on his head. Dead or alive—preferably alive, but honestly, we're flexible."
The clan's jaws dropped. Exile? A *bounty*? But without Qin Hao's bone *or* Qin Feng's "Prodigy of the Emperor" potential, how would the Qin family dominate the upcoming "Great Chaos Era"—a time of war, magic, and really bad fashion choices?
"His *character* is unfit for our noble house!" Qin Erzu declared, ignoring the fact that Qin Feng had once single-handedly saved the family's ancestral shrine from a fire… while reciting poetry. (*Sure*, unfit.)
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**Meanwhile, At Dawn…**
The Qin ancestors stood atop a tower, watching a tiny figure ride a donkey into the sunrise. It was Qin Feng, age eight, casually snacking on candied hawthorns like this was a weekend road trip.
"Are we… *monsters*?" Tenth Ancestor sniffled, clutching a handkerchief embroidered with "World's Best Great-Grandpa." "He's just a baby! A baby who can bench-press a ox, but still!"
First Ancestor, ever the pragmatist, shrugged. "He's got the survival skills of a honey badger and the brains of a chess grandmaster. Plus, remember his *birth omen*?"
The ancestors shuddered. Qin Feng had entered the world under a blood-red moon—a sign that destiny had plans for him… chaotic, *messy* plans.
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**Great Xia Imperial Palace: Where Gossip Travels Faster Than Lightning**
Emperor Xia, lounging on his dragon-print recliner, nearly choked on his lychee tea. "Wait, the Qin family imploded? Their golden child got yeeted? *And* the other kid's a dud now? Best. Monday. Ever."
His ministers, however, were divided:
- **Minister of Skepticism:** "It's a trap! Next thing you know, Qin Feng'll return with a laser-shooting donkey!"
- **Minister of Gossip:** "Nah, my cousin's gardener's sister-in-law confirmed it. Patriarch Qin Tian's *still* crying in his soup."
- **Minister of Bad Takes:** "Who cares? That kid's a washed-up hack now. Stealing power? That's like eating your homework—*pointless*."
Emperor Xia, already planning a victory parade (and a new harem member named "Schadenfreude"), cackled. "Cancel the war plans! Let's throw a banquet! With *confetti*!"
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**Qin Feng's Excellent Adventure**
Meanwhile, our "villain" was vibing on his donkey, humming a tune about world domination. His system interface blinked: **[115,650 Villain Points Get!]**. Time to cash in!
"System, gimme the **100% Synergy Card**!" Qin Feng grinned.
***Ding!*** The card activated, and suddenly, the universe made *sense*. The **Thirty-Three Heavens Creation Art**, a technique so complex it gave scholars migraines, now flowed through him like a TikTok dance trend.
"Who needs a Celestial Marrow when you've got *style*?" Qin Feng mused, flexing his newly optimized powers. He could now bench-press *two* oxen. Take *that*, destiny!
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**Unexpected Interlude: Bandits with a Flair for Drama**
Ahead, a bandit in a moth-eaten cape leaped from a bush, yelling, "Fear me! I'm the Night Terror of—"
"Hi, Night Terror!" Qin Feng waved, tossing him a candy. "You're blocking the road. Also, your cape's on backward."
The bandit blinked. "...Want to join my gang?"
"Nah," Qin Feng said, steering his donkey around him. "But here's a life pro tip: Invest in a tailor. *And* breath mints."
And so, the boy who'd been exiled for "crimes against brotherhood" continued his journey—part genius, part gremlin, and 100% *done* with everyone's nonsense.
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**Next Time:** Will Qin Feng open a chain of cursed candy shops? Will the donkey learn to talk? And why does the Second Ancestor secretly own a "Qin Feng Fan Club" membership card? Stay tuned!