Chapter 202: The Little Summoning Magic Treasure

He Yan sneered, insatiable in greed.

Tossing some cultivation resources to the Xue Wang Fu was not impossible, but that was when he had no son; now that He Yan had his own child, any elixirs and high-grade spirit fruits were reserved for Rong Yuan.

The Rong He Shizi was already saving up a little fortune for Rong Yuan; giving the entire Yan Guogong Fu to Rong Yuan still felt insufficient, yet Xue Qing actually had the nerve to ask for top-grade elixirs and high-grade spirit fruits, truly having fattened up this entire family's appetite.

The Yan Guogong arrived at the living room, sat down to drink tea: "Such a family knows no satisfaction; keep your distance from them henceforth, do not nurture in them thoughts they ought not to have. You have only Rong Yuan as your child in this life."

He Yan nodded, handed the peeled melon seeds to the little dumpling, and said, "Everything I have belongs to Rong Yuan; no one's coveting it will do any good."

Rong Yuan happily swung his little legs while eating the melon seeds.

"Here to ask for elixirs and high-grade spirit fruits?" the Yan Guogong's wife asked.

The He He Shizi grunted, his expression cold: "I have arranged a marriage beneficial to both families; now they intend to cling to me, expecting me to solve whatever problems arise."

The Yan Guogong's wife was speechless: "Because we are close, it does not mean our family should cover for them in everything."

The He He Shizi said, "They have probably developed ambitions."

Do not think he had not seen through it; someone coveted the Yan Guogong Fu's title, blessings, fortune, and cultivation resources. Were these things the Xue family could touch? Rong Yuan's belongings, no one could touch.

The He He Shizi held the little dumpling's hand, activated the teleportation array, and went to the Immortal Sect to pick two high-grade spirit melons.

An immortal invited the He He Shizi to drink tea; the He He Shizi refused, his gaze never leaving the child. In the cultivation world, soul usurpation existed; for He Yan's child, whose fortune and luck values were undeniable, one could never be too cautious in the Immortal Sect.

Not to mention Rong Yuan, even Rong Juan's youngest son, Rong Chi, was a delicacy.

On this scorching day, Rong Yuan took a bite of the red-fleshed spirit melon; it was very sweet. The little dumpling looked up: "Father, I want to give some to my younger brother."

The He He Shizi said, "Go ahead."

The little dumpling carried a high-grade spirit melon back to the Rong Wang Fu. The Rong He Shizi, seeing his youngest son sweating from the heat, looked at him with pity; upon seeing Rong Yuan return with the spirit melon, he used a small spoon to scoop some out and feed the little milk dumpling.

The little milk dumpling ate it and giggled happily from the sweetness.

The Rong He Shizi scooped another spoonful and fed it to Rong Yuan.

Rong Yuan: "Ah-wu!"

The little milk dumpling Rong Chi paused in surprise, then laughed even louder.

Qin Bi was speechless and joined in the laughter. Fine, it was good that the Rong He Shizi did not attend court; at least she did not have to take care of the children. Look at the two little ones, each more clingy to Rong Juan than the other; see how happy they were.

Eunuch Fu from the palace arrived to summon: "Rong He Shizi, the Emperor summons you to the palace."

The Rong He Shizi glanced up at the intense sun: "My youngest son fears the sun."

This meant he intended to bring the child into the palace. Qin Bi looked away.

Eunuch Fu smiled: "The young He Shizi need not enter the palace; you may bring the He Shizi's wife instead."

The Rong He Shizi was displeased, and Qin Bi did not take the bait. She knew the Rong He Shizi did not need her to take care of the children at all. She would not snatch, nor would she contend; on a hot summer day, what could be better than the whole family cooling off under a tree, eating and drinking?

If she were the Rong He Shizi, she would not enter the palace either.

Entering the palace meant reviewing memorials; who did not know that? There were piles and piles of memorials waiting.

Eunuch Fu could not persuade him, so he left a dish of spirit vegetables and departed.

Rong Yuan picked up a vegetable: "Such a small one."

Qin Bi immediately said, "We will grow our own."

Rong Yuan immediately went to find seeds. There was empty space in the courtyard; Qin Lang had watered it for Rong Yuan several times, so the soil was moist. Under the intense sun, digging into the wet soil felt wonderfully cool.

Qin Bi dug up a handful of soil, and a teacup slowly condensed in her hand.

"Summoning magic treasure??!!!" Rong Yuan's small mouth gaped open.

The Rong He Shizi carried his youngest son over, bent down to examine it, and offered advice: "You can draw rain and streams on it. If you can successfully draw them, this will be a magic treasure that summons rain."

Qin Bi stepped over to the table. Rong Yuan quickly opened his storage bag and took out a piece of spirit plant energy wood: "Mother, I have spirit plant energy wood."

Qin Bi pondered that it might have been given by the Yan Guogong Fu. The little one was very eager to help. Qin Bi took the spirit plant energy wood. She knew nothing else, but she could poke small dots and draw a cloud.

As long as it looked like a cloud cluster raining, the magic treasure's energy would be complete.

The child was bewildered: "Can it summon rain?"

Qin Bi handed the summoning magic treasure to the little dumpling: "Here, you try summoning."

Rong Yuan held the teacup, stood firm, and summoned. A dark cloud appeared in the air, not large, but full of rainwater. The little dumpling immediately panicked: "Rain, rain, it carries a lot of water."

Worrying about wasting the rainfall, the child quickly canceled the summoning.

Condensing the first summoning magic treasure was easy, and drawing the energy patterns was simple. Qin Bi beckoned Rong Yuan to dig soil under the big tree, condensing a magic treasure while playing, then using the spirit plant energy wood to draw the pattern.

The Rong He Shizi held his youngest son to the side, drinking tea and watching. The little milk dumpling watched with envy, stretching out his little hands to reach. Qin Bi grabbed a handful of soil for him, which delighted the little one immensely.

Then, Qin Bi condensed a small summoning magic treasure.

Rong Yuan: "..."

Qin Bi: "..."

The Rong He Shizi's pupils contracted, and a smile spread across his lips: "My son's summoning magic treasure."

The Rong He Shizi asked Qin Bi again: "For Rong Chi, right?"

Qin Bi smiled and waved her hand: "Let him play with it."

Rong Yuan climbed up and stood beside the Rong He Shizi. The Rong He Shizi gave the small teacup to the little milk dumpling. The little dumpling immediately clutched the small teacup, cherishing it greatly. Rong Yuan touched it; it was even smaller than his own.

With one small teacup, the two little dumplings played with endless joy.

The children got hot from playing. Qin Bi went to cut a piece of slightly chilled spirit melon into small chunks, then stepped over to coax the little milk dumpling away from his small teacup, and also took Rong Yuan's small teacup.

She washed the small teacups and placed the spirit melon pieces inside them.

One portion of spirit melon for each child. Qin Bi said, "Eat."

The younger one clapped his hands happily. The Rong He Shizi and Rong Yuan exchanged a glance. Summoning magic treasures were not meant to be used this way, but since Qin Bi always treated summoning magic treasures as teacups, they were helpless.

The Rong He Shizi held the younger one and fed him the spirit melon. Rong Yuan, small as he was, leaned against the Rong He Shizi to eat the sweet melon from the small teacup.

The Rong He Shizi took a piece from his youngest son's small teacup with a fork and fed it to Qin Bi. After she ate, she continued digging soil to condense another summoning magic treasure. The Rong He Shizi narrowed his eyes; for a Energy Condenser, condensing a single magic treasure was difficult.

Condensing a magic treasure was difficult; drawing the patterns was even harder.

For Qin Bi, it was as simple as playing with dirt.

After that, Qin Bi kept condensing magic treasures, while Rong Juan guarded a pile of new ones, finding them all incredibly novel; he touched this rare item, then that one, all of them magic treasures for summoning rain.

In summer, magic treasures for summoning rain were scarce.

At dusk, Qin Yan came by and asked Qin Bi, "Will you summon tomorrow?"