Chapter 126: Azure Dragon Fist Wraps

Ah!

My materials! My treasures!

At this very moment, in the Chen Clan, Chen Yuan gazed at the empty storeroom; his small treasury was bare, nothing left, all materials gone. He hadn't wanted to come look, feeling displeased, a vague sense of foreboding lingered, yet he still decided to have a look—result……

Gone, all gone.

Who, who exactly stole my treasures?

I had so many materials, not a single one left for me, damn bastard.

Furious, Chen Yuan cursed nonstop, wanting to curse the thief's ancestors eighteen generations over, his eyes red, after repeated checks he confirmed it was indeed stolen—nothing remained, not even a single spirit stone; the thief was hateful, the storeroom bare and empty, all the treasures he had accumulated for so long, gone just like that.

Having calmed down, Chen Yuan finally narrowed it down to one person—the only one who could enter this place and pull this off; so hateful, so ruthless.

Long Ming, who had come upon hearing the news, stared at the empty storeroom for a moment, then realized something, walked over, and comforted her husband.

"Husband, it's gone, it's gone, don't be angry, it's unnecessary; worst case, we'll just accumulate again."

Chen Yuan, hearing this, flew into a rage: "No, we can't just let it slide; Chen Chusheng, this bastard, actually dared to do this—absolutely cannot forgive him, absolutely cannot spare him."

Indeed, the thief was his own eldest son, and also the reason he hadn't cursed that person's ancestors eighteen generations over—those ancestors were his own, possibly even himself included, so he couldn't curse himself.

Chen Yuan, seething with anger, decided he could not let his eldest son off; this time he would make him feel what a father's love is.

The materials were already scarce, yet he took them all, leaving nothing behind—too hateful.

Such behavior cannot be indulged, nor forgiven.

He, absolutely will not be forgiven.

"All right, don't be angry, that's your son—you can't really quarrel with your own son, can you?"

"It's fine that the things are gone; Chusheng didn't do it on purpose—he just wanted a spiritual artifact."

Chen Yuan couldn't contain his anger: "Beast, he's just a little beast."

His name suits him—indeed he is a beast.

Chen Yuan was fuming.

This eldest son can't do anything right, yet he came to steal his treasures—was it just to swindle him out of five hundred spirit stones? Is that really necessary?

His treasures are worth far more than five hundred spirit stones; even a few random materials exceed that value.

How unreasonable.

He had gotten a taste of his eldest son's methods; as the saying goes, a gentleman's revenge—delaying even a day is too late.

"How can a father speak of his own son like that? Didn't you just curse yourself as well? Calm down, calm down—he is your biological son."

Being his biological son, you can't even be angry at him.

Chen Yuan grew even angrier.

"Both are sons, so why doesn't Chuyang act like that?"

Long Ming sneered: "Hasn't your younger son swindled you enough? He just makes you willingly hand over money."

Two sons, neither gives one peace of mind.

Overall, Chuyang's methods are more clever—he makes you pay willingly, so you don't get angry, and indeed can't get angry.

Those items aren't bad at all; they're things you've experienced yourself, you ought to pay, and you can see the benefits.

The eldest son Chen Chusheng's behavior—giving nothing—is why Chen Yuan is angry.

Not contributing to the clan, yet taking the clan's possessions—this is outright banditry, isn't it?

"Anyway, I don't care; when he comes back, I'll give him a good beating—you can't help him."

"Got it, you just beat him; if needed, I can help you too."

What's the point of one person beating a son? It's more interesting with two.

Mixed doubles, the husband-and-wife team takes the field.

Chen Yuan finally showed a smile: "Good, then we'll beat him together when the time comes."

As the saying goes, "If you don't beat the son, he won't amount to anything."

Beating the son every few days, Chen Yuan decided henceforth to beat him every three or five days.

And Chen Yuan still didn't know his own tragedy was approaching.

One act of theft, a lifetime of regret.

On Longshe Shan.

Chen Chusheng anxiously waited, his spiritual artifact about to be completed; for this, he had paid a great price.

He could already feel how his father would treat him upon returning home.

He felt no fear, no worry.

Getting beaten is a common occurrence; as long as he doesn't die, there's still a chance.

Young people—who can avoid a beating? After many beatings, one grows accustomed.

"Spiritual artifact, my spiritual artifact is about to be finished—my younger brother truly is the best."

"My younger brother has the demeanor of an Artifact Refining Grand Master."

His younger brother's artifact-refining skill, Chen Chusheng acknowledges.

At the very least, it is many times stronger than his younger brother's pill-refining skill.

Mainly, he doesn't need to suffer, nor endure his younger brother's torment.

Several hours later.

On Longshe Shan, the sky had also darkened, yet Chen Chusheng continued waiting.

To say he isn't anxious would be impossible.

His younger brother had been refining for half a day, and the later it got, the more anxious he became.

Meanwhile, his younger brother sat on the ground, motionless; the pill-refining furnace hovered in midair, its rotation slowing, and after a long while the furnace slowly settled to the ground, the activity inside also fell into stillness.

Chen Chusheng stared at the alchemy furnace before him, excitement filling his eyes.

He, excited, wanted to step closer, but thinking the spiritual artifact wasn't yet successfully refined, he stepped back; his heart was still racing, yet he restrained himself.

He waited for an hour.

Chen Chuyang moved, opening the lid.

A wave of heat came toward him; Chen Chusheng felt no fear, his eyes locked on the furnace's center—at this moment his fists clenched, his whole body trembling, and he was… excited.

"It's done, the spiritual artifact is going to be made."

"My spiritual artifact has been successfully refined; I don't know what weapon my younger brother refined for me."

At this moment, he anticipated it more than anyone.

His eyes fixed unblinkingly, wanting to see what his spiritual artifact looked like.

A weapon hovered, then fell into Chen Chuyang's palm, revealing its true form.

The heat faded, and a gauntlet appeared, its surface carved with a unique pattern resembling some ferocious beast, terrifying and fierce.

The gauntlet was not ordinary; it was covered in steel spikes, somewhat like his father's Azure Dragon Claw, but different—this was a fist, and the spikes on it were shorter, under fifty centimeters, sharp and fierce, the spikes being that kind of fierce sharpness, not smooth.

"Here."

Chen Chuyang admired it for a moment, nodded, then tossed it to his older brother.

"Azure Dragon Gauntlet, a low-grade spiritual artifact; as for its specific effects and functions, you test it yourself."

"First, acknowledge it as your master."

"Good, good, good." Chen Chusheng had long been impatient, playing with the Azure Dragon Gauntlet; at this moment he liked this weapon more than anyone.

His first spiritual artifact—upon first sight, he deeply took a liking to this gauntlet.

Like an artwork, an artwork more artistic than any woman.

Too perfect.

Really too beautiful.

After acknowledging it as his master, Chen Chusheng couldn't wait to test the gauntlet's power.

It caused quite a commotion.