Chapter 119: Mother's Gift——Dragon Blood Rice

Once the Dragon Tooth Rice ripens, I'll send you some to eat then, okay?

It's Chuyang who cares most for Mother; no wonder he's the son Mother loves most." Long Ming immediately laughed, like a flower.

Chen Chuyang was also speechless; this mother won't leave until she achieves her goal, so he still has to deal with her.

Years of combat experience let Chen Chuyang understand this mother very well—or rather, Mother doesn't like to force you; she chooses another way to make you agree, and she does this better than many mothers.

Of course, this only applies to Chen Chuyang; big brother Chen Chusheng, that blockhead, don't expect such treatment—he can't speak, always annoying, it'd be a miracle if Mother could be nice to him; however, regarding some principled matters, Mother is also principled.

This is also why the relationship among Chen Chuyang and his two siblings is harmonious; dare to be discordant, Mother will really strike out—if she doesn't strike, it's fine, but once she does, sorry, it's a mixed-gender doubles beatdown; if you don't obey, she'll directly use weapons, no joking; when they were little, the eldest brother suffered the most, always getting beaten, perhaps because as the eldest, expectations were higher, after all the eldest will someday be the Chen Clan's Family Head, bearing great weight and responsibility.

After coming of age, Mother also stopped caring for the eldest brother, leaving him to choose for himself.

"By the way, son, where's my Spiritual Artifact?"

She reached out, inquired, eyes fixed on Chen Chuyang.

Chen Chuyang knew this would happen; Mother coming up the mountain certainly wasn't to visit him.

"Mother, my dear mother, my sister hasn't sent the materials yet; even if I wanted to refine, I couldn't."

Even a clever woman can't cook without rice.

Chen Chuyang spread his hands, a look of helplessness, also hoping Mother could understand him.

Long Ming asked: "In other words, if we have the materials, we can directly refine a Spiritual Artifact?"

Chen Chuyang thought for a moment, narrowed his eyes, meeting Mother's scrutinizing gaze.

No matter how he answers, there will be a problem; he'll be trapped.

Mother must have prepared in advance before coming up the mountain; otherwise it'd be impossible… to say such a thing.

"Mother, you wouldn't have brought the materials up the mountain, would you?"

Long Ming hurriedly reached out and pressed on Chen Chuyang's shoulder to prevent him from fleeing.

"He who knows me, my son also."

"Not bad; this time Mother specially brought a lot of good stuff for you—you can't shirk it."

For the Spiritual Artifact, she deliberately took a batch of materials; that batch had been stockpiled by the Chen Clan for a long time, and since no one in the Chen Clan knows how to refine artifacts, they gathered it just in case.

Since the son can refine artifacts, there's no need to waste it—just provide the raw materials, nothing else required; this is a good thing, so Long Ming and Chen Yuan naturally will do it—if they had to hire other artifact refiners, they wouldn't even get a Spiritual Artifact, just a magical item, and those refiners would be arrogant and not give a good face.

Our own son is different; if you don't refine it for me, watch out—I'll beat you.

The best part is no cost; if we had other artifact refiners make it, we'd have to pay a large sum, and regardless of success or failure, if successful we'd gain a magical artifact, paying some spiritual stones would be acceptable.

If it fails, we still pay the money, end up with no weapon, and the materials are wasted—where can we go to reason?

This is the status of artifact refiners; if you don't refine, there are plenty who will.

I've got you figured out.

The rules are set by artifact refiners, just like the routine of pill refiners.

"Look, these are all the Chen Clan's treasured goodies; see if you can use them."

A storage bag appeared before his eyes.

Chen Chuyang took it and glanced inside—diamond, dragonblood stone, peach wood, etc.; all kinds of materials were present, most being low-grade, like the legendary immortal gold—there wasn't even a single piece.

These materials excel in quantity and variety; did Mother ransack the Chen Clan's treasury?

"Son, how about it? I've brought all the usable materials from the Chen Clan's treasury; the rest is yours."

Long Ming rarely acted generously; the extra she gave to her son, she only wants the Spiritual Artifact.

Two Spiritual Artifacts—one for her, one for her husband—as agreed beforehand.

Chen Chuyang gave his mother a white-eyed look: "Two Spiritual Artifacts?"

"Yes, one for me, one for your father—wasn't that agreed upon earlier?"

"……"

Long Ming looked at her son with a grin, pressing hard on his shoulder—you can't run away; even if you don't agree, you'll end up agreeing.

Chen Chuyang was quite speechless; these materials are plentiful, but not enough to refine two Spiritual Artifacts.

"What's left is mine?"

"There also has to be something left?"

"This account will definitely be a loss."

"Son, rest assured, Mother won't shortchange you; this is Mother's personal gift to you—don't tell your father."

Chen Chuyang looked at the small bag before him—cloth-wrapped, yet he could feel an unusual aura.

What's inside contains powerful vitality.

That vitality is quite extraordinary.

"Go ahead and open it."

Chen Chuyang instinctively opened the cloth bag and saw its contents—a small sack of rice grains.

He picked up a grain, sensed its terrifying vitality, and also felt an intimidating pressure.

It seemed as if a dragon's roar echoed in his ears.

"Roar."

Chen Chuyang was somewhat surprised: "What is this?"

"Dragon Blood Rice—far superior to the Dragon Tooth Rice you have here." Long Ming looked down on Dragon Tooth Rice with disdain, proudly saying: "This is my mother's hidden treasure, kept at the bottom of the chest; even your father doesn't know about it."

"Dragon Blood Rice, a fifth-grade spiritual rice, is one of the rarest spiritual rices in the world and also a food of the Dragon Clan; this Dragon Blood Rice has nearly gone extinct, you can't find it on the market anymore—this sack can be called the ultimate final product."

"As for the effect, I think you, my son, are well aware of it."

"Dragon Blood Rice, fifth-grade—just those few words are enough to explain everything."

"Dragon Tooth Rice—how many grades? At most, it's only second-grade."

"The difference between them is heaven and earth."

It can be said that Dragon Tooth Rice is nothing compared to Dragon Blood Rice.

Dragon Tooth Rice isn't truly related to dragons; it's just called that because it looks like a dragon's tooth.

Dragon Blood Rice, however, is rice soaked in dragon's blood, truly related to dragons.

Such spirit rice, as Mother said, has long since disappeared.

And Mother, amazingly, could find this rare variety—even just the seeds—this bag surpasses everything Longshe Shan has.

This gift is quite big.

"Mother, is this for the child?"

Both hands trembling, mouth dry, Chen Chuyang stared at the Dragon Blood Rice, unable to look away.

If the Dragon Blood Rice can be cultivated, he'll really strike it rich; for a while to come, he won't have to worry about cultivation problems.

With Dragon Blood Rice, who would still care for Dragon Tooth Rice?

"Of course I'll give it to you; Mother has no use for it herself. If you can successfully cultivate the Dragon Blood Rice, remember to give some to your mother."

"That's certain, Mother, rest assured; the child will definitely cultivate it well. Then, the child will let you eat Dragon Blood Rice every day."

"Hahaha, I'm waiting for that day."

Long Ming somewhat anticipates that day's arrival—eating Dragon Blood Rice every day; what treatment, who in the world could have such a thing?

She took her son's words to heart, full of confidence in her son.

Perhaps this is the mother's absolute trust in her child.