Chapter 290: Third Uncle's Smugness, Father's Regret

This second older brother really, I hadn't even finished speaking and he just left.

Third Uncle Chen Shen watched the departing second older brother, his smile growing wider.

He wished he could follow the second older brother to show off properly; it's a rare chance to be smug, so of course he wants to enjoy it fully.

In the past, the eldest and second brothers always showed off in front of him, always suppressing him; they lacked his vision. In the Chen Clan, only he had backed the winning bet, early on taking a liking to Nephew Chuyang, while everyone else favored the eldest nephew; only he, the third of the Chen Clan, had keen insight, instantly seeing that Chuyang was a treasure.

The report came too quickly, too early; he finally could hold his head high.

This time, he felt more refreshed than anyone…

"Eldest brother, you're here too? Did you hear all of that?"

Turning around, he saw Eldest Brother Chen Yuan staring at him with a strange gaze; Third Uncle Chen Shen hastily put away his Dragon Blood Pill and said with a smiling grin, "Eldest brother, this is my Dragon Blood Pill—I can't give it to you. Nephew Chuyang said that soon he will refine an upgraded version of the Dragon Blood Pill, and then he'll give it to me first."

"I don't even want it, but Nephew Chuyang insists on giving it to me. Why is he so good to me? Hey, eldest brother, do you know?"

Chen Yuan's mouth twitched; his heart felt utterly sour.

How did my own son become like his son? Why is my third brother more smug than I am, more proud?

As a father, however, he didn't feel that way; his heart was deeply hurt.

In Chuyang's eyes, Third Uncle was more important than he; for the first time, he felt a sense of defeat, and moreover was mocked by this third brother. Seeing Third Uncle Chen Shen's smug face, he wanted to strike out, but reason told him he couldn't.

Who let his vision be poor, not favoring his son, leaving the son to be raised laissez-faire? Fortunately, he had no objections to his several children, supporting them in whatever they did, though only weakly. Unlike Third Uncle Chen Shen, who would grant any request for his son, supporting him in everything and playing with him.

Only his son would behave like that; he previously didn't understand, thinking they were just messing around, but now it seems he is inferior to his own third brother in judging people.

The three Chen brothers—third brother Chen Shen won back a round.

"Eldest brother, your complexion looks bad—is it because Nephew Chuyang didn't give you a Dragon Blood Pill, or because he refused to promise you a newly refined Dragon Blood Pill?"

"Let me tell you, Nephew Chuyang has plenty of good things, not to mention plenty of spirit fruit wine; before descending the mountain, he gave me several bottles, and tonight I want to really taste them. Eldest brother, would you like a cup?"

Chen Yuan: "……"

His face fell.

Third Uncle Chen Shen continued to provoke: "There's still plenty of Dragon Tooth Rice, and plenty of Dragon Blood Rice too—all for me to eat. Well, I don't even want it, but Nephew Chuyang insists on giving it to me; I can't refuse."

"Several catties, I don't know how long it will last."

"Eldest brother, would you like some Dragon Blood Rice? I'll give you a bit."

He said that with his mouth, but didn't actually take any out.

Chen Yuan clenched his fists, becoming even more speechless.

"Eldest brother, let me tell you, Nephew Chuyang treats me very well; whatever I say, he agrees."

"How about this: you let Nephew Chuyang become my adopted son, to be my child—would that be alright?"

"Get lost." Chen Yuan couldn't take it anymore and shouted angrily.

Seeing this, Chen Shen burst into happy laughter.

"Hahaha."

Seeing that the situation was about the same, he hastily waved his hand and left.

He couldn't keep provoking the eldest brother—who let the eldest brother previously not think highly of them? This time he really wanted to mock them thoroughly.

Having achieved his goal, Chen Shen left happily, hopping and skipping—utterly adorable.

After he left, Long Ming stepped out and saw her husband's face full of killing intent.

"Who let you not properly support your son back then? Look, the third brother came to mock you."

"Hehehe, in this regard the third brother is indeed stronger than you."

You're doing a terrible job as a father.

You're not even as good as someone else's third uncle; look at yourself, then look at their third uncle.

You feel the gap, don't you? This is her fine son; fortunately, Long Ming treats all her children equally, without discrimination.

Look at how good her son is to her—it's wonderful; whenever there's something good, she gives it to him first. Long Ming's heart feels warm, the whole Chen Clan is happy, except for one person who is hurting.

Chen Yuan grew even angrier.

"Being angry is useless; I'm speaking the truth—who let you not properly help your son back then? Now you want to make amends, but it's too late."

Adding icing on the cake is easy, but giving charcoal in the snow is not something just anyone can do.

"Sigh." Chen Yuan let out a deep sigh; he also never expected his son to hide so deeply.

He is clearly talented, yet insists on pretending to be an ordinary person.

Even he was deceived.

"Who would have thought your son would be so scheming?"

"No, my son is not scheming; he's an honest person—it's just that you're too stupid."

"……"

Critical hit, millions.

Chen Yuan felt deeply wounded; being mocked by his third brother was bad enough.

His own wife also mocked him, to his face—making it even harder to bear.

"You didn't come to comfort me, did you?"

"You're overthinking."

Long Ming gave her husband a white-eyed glance; she wouldn't comfort him—she made her own decisions and would bear all the consequences herself.

Her precious son had given her many good things; tonight she wants to savor them properly.

As for her husband, sorry, I don't know you—get lost.

Chen Yuan watched his wife leave, looking helpless.

"Sigh."

"Why is it always me who ends up hurt?"

He, feeling helpless, let out a powerless sigh.

On Longshe Shan.

The second guest arrived; Uncle Chen Chen went up the mountain.

He found his Baby daughter Chen Qinger and hurriedly asked: "Daughter, does your older brother Chuyang have a lot of good things in his hand? For example, some kind of pill that can help with forming the golden core?"

Chen Qinger stopped practicing sword; the Five Elements Sword Technique ended here.

Gently wiping the Five Elements Sword, she raised her brows and said: "Father, if you have something, go directly to Older Brother Chuyang; don't come to me—I know nothing."

His purpose as a father is too obvious—he asks that as soon as he arrives, and she knows nothing.

Father's words, his purpose—Older Brother Chuyang certainly knows.

Everything on Longshe Shan cannot be hidden from Chen Chuyang.

Daughter, if you know, tell Father; Father really needs this kind of pill.

Uncle Chen Chen is extremely anxious; he is about to form the golden core.

This step is a bit lacking; he has no confidence.

He needs this kind of pill to help increase the success rate of forming the golden core.

To form the golden core, he has made many preparations; these years he has been searching hard outside.

But he never expected that the pill he had been seeking could not be found; when he looked back, it was right beside him.

How ridiculous, how... speechless.

Everyone has seen hope; he does not want to lose it again.

Seeking help from his own nephew is better than seeking others.

Go find Older Brother Chuyang; he's waiting for you above.

Chen Qinger pointed upward, telling Father to go up.

Chen Chuyang stood above, looking this way; it was obvious he already knew everything here.

Chen Chen raised his head, met Chen Chuyang's gaze, and his head shrank back.

Go, Father.

Chen Qinger encouraged.