Chapter 123: Big Brother Is Also Envious

Gradual enhancement is the best and most important thing for the physical body.

Especially for children, taking too many pills is bad for the body. As the saying goes, every medicine has some toxicity—pills should not be taken casually.

Dragon Tooth Rice and Dragon Blood Rice were different. This was rice, not pills. Consumed over a long period, it could continuously strengthen the body, gradually and bit by bit transforming it. This counted as early cultivation, giving the next generation greater aptitude for cultivation. The cultivation of Dragon Tooth Rice was incomparably important for the next generation of the Chen Clan.

Dragon Blood Rice went without saying—it was important for both children and adults. Once the yield of these two types of spirit rice kept up, it would bring about an enormous change. At the very least for the Chen Clan, this change would be momentous enough to alter the clan's future for the next hundred years.

After these four plots of Dragon Tooth Rice matured and were cultivated again, more Spirit Fields could be opened up. Many places at the foot of Longshe Shan were unsuitable for planting spirit herbs but were perfect for growing Dragon Tooth Rice and Dragon Blood Rice. The low-lying areas, with many spirit springs flowing through them and relatively moist soil, were the single best places for planting Dragon Tooth Rice, bar none.

The issue of spiritual energy did not require Chen Chuyang to worry. Looking at the Dragon Tooth Rice once more, sitting on the field ridge and gazing upon the domain he had carved out, Chen Chuyang felt a surge of pride and gratification in his heart.

"Once all these Spirit Fields are opened up, Longshe Shan will become even more beautiful, and my Longshe Shan will become even more prosperous. From now on, I truly won't need to worry about resources."

"When Father sees so much spirit rice, he will surely be very happy."

The growth of Dragon Blood Rice did not require much attention. Longshe Shan, which had no insects, meant there was no need to worry about pest problems. The Formation kept those insects out. It was just a matter of weeding and checking on the growth—for instance, whether it was growing poorly or lacking fertilizer. Chen Chuyang did not pay much attention to this aspect.

The soil of Longshe Shan was very fertile. After his modifications, there was certainly no shortage of nutrients.

With spirit spring water constantly flowing and nourishing it, how could there be a lack of nutrients?

After resting enough, Chen Chuyang went up the mountain on foot, carrying a hoe, climbing step by step.

He really liked this kind of life.

Looking at the Yu Tang again, the little carp was still slumbering, and the other fish were also starting to grow.

Catching one and grilling it directly—the taste of spirit fish was quite good. No matter how many times he had eaten it, Chen Chuyang always enjoyed it.

The flesh was fresh and sweet, the flavor unique, and it contained a fair amount of spiritual energy that continuously nourished the body.

Eating a few more spirit fruits as well—it was a delicacy of the mortal world.

His life was just this simple and relaxed.

After eating and drinking his fill, he rested for a while, then began practicing the sword.

The Dao of the sword required cultivation day and night. After gaining insight, one practiced the sword every day, never ceasing, day or night.

Cultivation was like sailing against the current—not advancing meant falling behind.

The cultivation of the Heart Sword Art was a slow process.

The Technique also gathered bit by bit, ultimately merging into the Golden Core.

The sword intent of the Golden Core gradually improved, and this improvement was visible.

"My sword intent has improved quite a bit. If I keep cultivating like this, my sword intent will become terrifying."

"Among the many Daos, the Dao of the sword improves the fastest, followed by thunder arts."

"Fire arts, on the other hand, have hit a bottleneck. That's fine too—take it slowly. Once I break through, it will be even more terrifying."

These Daos and methods, upon reaching high realms, became divine powers—true Dao.

What he had touched upon was merely the lowest level. It could not be called Dao, but rather methods, or techniques.

Techniques, divine powers, and then Dao—this was essentially how it went.

Every step was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

The power of divine powers could turn heaven and earth upside down.

But divine powers ultimately could not rival the will of heaven.

Chen Chuyang's cultivation was simple: comprehending the Dao, comprehending heaven and earth, comprehending nature.

Doing his own things, cultivating step by step, not rushing, not changing recklessly, letting nature take its course.

Like flowing water—water benefits all things and does not compete.

Of course, it was not truly about not competing.

……

Chen Clan.

Chen Chusheng returned to the Chen Clan. He had just sat down when he saw his mother walk over, casually walking in front of him, pacing back and forth several times.

Then she sat down, raised her right hand, and revealed the bracelet on her wrist.

Stroking the bracelet with her left hand, her face was full of happiness and pride.

"Oh my, this Hundred Flower Bracelet of mine is a Spiritual Artifact. My good son gave it to me."

"A mid-grade Spiritual Artifact. My good son really dotes on me."

"It was not in vain that I, as a mother, have always loved him so much and cared for him so much. This son was not born for nothing."

Coming in together with his mother was also his father, Chen Yuan. In his hand was also a new weapon, which he kept playing with.

Fine, play if you want to play, look if you want to look—but why do you have to do it in front of me?

Chen Chusheng was covered in black lines. This son definitely was not him—he had no treasures to give his parents.

Other than him, there was only one person.

He was very embarrassed. His younger brother had actually done such a thing and hadn't even told him. It was too heartbreaking.

"My dear, my Azure Dragon Claw is not bad either. Though it is a low-grade Spiritual Artifact, its attack is peerless."

"This Spiritual Artifact suits my heart perfectly. From now on, within Longshe Cheng, no one will be my match."

"This Spiritual Artifact of mine is one of the few in Longshe Cheng. Even Shang Yingnian has nothing more than a magic artifact."

Long Ming chimed in: "That's right. The Shang Clan doesn't have such a good son, and no one would give them a Spiritual Artifact."

The two of them traded words, one sentence each.

Aside from Spiritual Artifacts, it was still Spiritual Artifacts.

Not a single sentence left the topic of Spiritual Artifacts.

Chen Chusheng sat between the two of them, wanting to run away.

They were showing off, flaunting, and mocking him. At the same time, they were also making a point to him—look, your younger brother gave us treasures, and a Spiritual Artifact at that. What about you? You haven't shown anything.

You're both sons—why can't you do the same?

Chen Chusheng felt tremendous pressure; looking at his parents' manner, their words carried hidden meaning, pointing at the mulberry to curse the locust—every sentence was not about him, yet every sentence was about him.

"Our Chuyang is still the best."

"Yes, the youngest son is the most wonderful."

"He knows it's not easy being a mother, and starts to feel sorry for me."

"He also knows to feel sorry for his father."

Chen Chusheng: "..."

He raised his hands and surrendered.

If this continued, he really would go crazy.

He had just returned from completing a mission; not only did he receive no praise, he also had to endure such mockery. He had given so much for this family, yet his parents seemed to pretend they couldn't see it. He was truly exhausted.

Worn out in the heart.

"Father, Mother, were both your Spiritual Artifacts refined by my younger brother?"

Chen Yuan smiled and nodded: "That's right, how about it, handsome?"

The flamboyant Chen Yuan even showed off a few moves in front of him, every move lethal—that posture, those sharp claws, enough to make a man tear up.

With such divine weapons and sharp instruments, how could I not have a share?

Chen Chusheng nodded: "Father, where is my Spiritual Artifact?"

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes and mocked: "What Spiritual Artifact? You think you deserve to use a Spiritual Artifact?"

"If you want one, you can go ask your son for it."

Chen Chusheng felt like coughing blood; he already understood what this sentence meant, and it carried many layers of meaning.

He understood it all, and instantly deflated.

He looked at his mother beside him, putting on a pitiful expression.

Long Ming put on a stern face and said: "Don't look at me, I only have one Spiritual Artifact, and it was given to me by my good son, so I can't give it to you. If you really want one, hurry up and have a son, and let him refine Spiritual Artifacts for you."

Understood—these two were here to pressure him to marry.

So obvious, so infuriating.

Seizing on a pretext to make an issue.

Chen Chusheng finally understood: he had no status in this family, and it had already fallen lower than even his father's.