Chapter 285: Third Uncle Returns, Zhang Nongqian Wants to Learn Alchemy?

Shang Clan.

Shang Yue returned home, carrying big and small bags.

Shang Yingnian saw his son return, transformed, as if reborn, and immediately wanted to fight him.

Actually, he just wanted to beat his son; his son had been away at Longshe Shan for so long, finally coming down the mountain—how could he not give him a beating, lest he return home and run wild? Shang Yingnian didn't want his son to become lazy again, so for his son's sake he had to pull out his killer move.

Then you could see Shang Yue getting beaten.

That kind of miserable.

A fierce beating lasted a full hour; it was Shang Yue's worst beating ever, and Shang Yingnian's most satisfying.

As the saying goes, beat your son whether there's reason or not; if you don't beat him, he'll amount to nothing.

"Son, I'm doing this for your own good—don't cry, I didn't hit you hard."

Shang Yingnian was inwardly pleased with his son's special training; Longshe Shan indeed had different methods, the son's strength had increased greatly, especially his endurance—so much so it was excessive. With his strength, he beat him for a full hour without knocking him down; before, he'd have collapsed after two punches.

The difference was huge; Shang Yingnian got itchy hands and couldn't help throwing a few more punches, and that's how it ended.

Jiang Luolan stood afar watching, with no intention to stop or mediate.

"This father‑son pair really never knows when to hold back."

"Husband's too impatient—he just got home and you start beating him; it's excessive, you must be properly condemned."

Remember, it's condemnation, not help.

She still stood afar, with no intention to come over.

Shang Yue lay on the ground, doubting life; he could get up, but he didn't, knowing that if he did, what awaited him would be…

He was so tired—beaten on Longshe Shan, then coming home thinking he'd escape the beatings, who'd have thought it'd be even worse, even more tragic.

Father beating son is natural and just; he wanted to strike back, but couldn't.

He could only take the blows; if he struck back, the consequences would be even more dire.

At last, he endured it.

His father's hand was too ruthless, not treating him like a son at all.

Compared to that, his brother‑in‑law treats him extremely well—really, truly good.

He regretted it; he shouldn't have come down the mountain so early—at least on Longshe Shan, if he'd obediently followed orders and worked, he wouldn't have been beaten.

"Son, get up—stop pretending. Believe it or not, I'll beat you again."

Shang Yue, hearing that, sprang up quickly.

Shang Yingnian nodded satisfactorily: "Not bad—you've built up endurance; it looks like you didn't get beaten little on Longshe Shan."

Shang Yue had a lot to say inside, but he couldn't speak; he knew that if he criticized his older sister and her husband, he'd definitely get beaten again—he knew his father too well, a ruthless man and a crafty old fox.

"No, no, my older sister and her husband treat me very well."

Saying that, he took out some gifts and placed them in his mother's hands.

"Mother, these are all from your brother‑in‑law."

"This is Dragon Tooth Rice, planted by your brother‑in‑law; this harvest was abundant, and it's all for you to eat."

"And there's this Dragon Blood Rice—its effect is strong; your brother‑in‑law told you not to eat it randomly, and not to eat too much before your strength increases."

"Dragon Blood Rice is best for Father; he can eat a bit more to increase his physical strength and also help him take that step."

Shang Yingnian heard that, took a quick step, and seized the Dragon Blood Rice.

He treated it like a treasure, took out a grain of Dragon Blood Rice to examine, and a fragrant aroma wafted forth.

His body stirred, sending out a signal of craving.

This grain of Dragon Blood Rice smelled wonderful; he really wanted to eat it.

Shang Yingnian suppressed the urge, put away the Dragon Blood Rice—these treasures are far stronger than ordinary pills; others can't eat them, not even his wife; they're gifts from his son‑in‑law, so naturally he must hide them well.

Jiang Luolan gave her husband an annoyed glance; if outsiders were present, it would be even more embarrassing.

"I've always treated Chuyang well; these are all things he gave me."

She glanced at Shang Yingnian: "You initially refused to… well, in the end…"

"Look at my son‑in‑law—whenever he has something good, he gives it to me, his mother‑in‑law; he hasn't wasted all her help."

"The matter's settled; his son‑in‑law keeps her in his heart, and Jiang Luolan is quite pleased with herself."

Shang Yingnian couldn't care less about all that; as long as the Dragon Blood Rice is his, the two of them can slowly enjoy it.

His strength had been stuck for a long time, but now it's time to break through.

His wife's strength is a bit lacking, but she'll catch up soon; these Dragon Blood Rice arrived just in time.

The events that happened in Longshe Cheng this time made Shang Yingnian realize he couldn't delay breaking through.

The True Qi realm cannot…… protect the Shang Clan, nor can it protect his own children.

To preserve the clan and family, one must have sufficient strength.

"Mother, brother‑in‑law also said there'll be more later; when the next batch matures, he'll send people to deliver some."

Shang Yue also got a share, though not much.

It's only enough for the three of them; other Shang Clan members aren't qualified to enjoy it.

He knows clearly who are his own people—Chen Chuyang makes that distinction.

On the Chen Clan side they have Dragon Tooth Rice; his parents‑in‑law also have it, and his mother‑in‑law thinks highly of him—Chen Chuyang naturally knows his affair with Shang Hongxue can succeed, thanks to her efforts; as for his father‑in‑law Shang Yingnian, it's just a side note.

After Shang Yue returned to the Shang Clan, he got beaten every day.

Shang Yingnian started treating his son as a punching bag, hitting him whenever he had free time, calling it "sparring" in name only—actually he just wanted to beat his son.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

On Longshe Shan, a guest arrived.

Third Uncle Chen Shen came up the mountain.

Hahaha, Chuyang, my nephew, hurry up and come greet your third uncle.

The person hasn't arrived yet, but the voice has.

The third uncle's voice is truly loud, and only he would dare to do so.

Entering the Formation, the third uncle shouted loudly, then saw Liu Yuer and her daughter, changed direction, and ran toward them.

Liu Yuer naturally recognized Chen Shen's voice as the third uncle's, stopped her work, straightened her back, and smiled sweetly.

"Little fish."

"Chen Shen, you've come?"

Their gazes met, deep and filled with tenderness.

This moment belongs to them.

If not for being in public, they might really have embraced each other.

Liu Yuer quickly washed the dirt from her hands, gave them a quick rinse, and walked up to Third Uncle Chen Shen.

Third Uncle Chen Shen could no longer hold back, opened his arms, and embraced her.

He hugged Liu Yuer tightly, deeply savoring this moment.

Liu Yuer's face flushed, and she whispered, "Let me down, Qian'er is watching us."

Their daughter was watching them, and Liu Yuer felt a bit shy.

Third Uncle Chen Shen didn't let go, laughing loudly, "Yuer, I've missed you so much; I've been thinking of you every day these past days—do you miss me?"

Liu Yuer lightly nodded: "Mm."

Her voice was like a mosquito's buzz.

She also missed Chen Shen deeply, hoping each day that he would come to see her.

After taking that step, their relationship had long become wholly each other's.

The third uncle gave an apologetic smile to Chen Chuyang, then gave a giggling smile to Zhang Nongqian, and carried Liu Yuer back to the room.

Chen Chuyang on the mountain laughed and cried at once: "This third uncle is too impatient."