Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 101 Auspicious and Cautious Cultivation (Please Subscribe)

Nearly a year after He Miao left, Jiang Fu'an finally saw the changes in the attributes on the panel.

Name: Jiang Fu'an

Age: 41

Lifespan: 45 + 28 + 200

[Realm Level: Qi Refining Level 4]

Hidden injuries: 1 (reducing lifespan by 3 years)

【丹毒：8%（减损15年寿命。注：5%以下无影响：超过5%后，每增1%减寿5

[If it reaches 100%, death will occur immediately due to poisoning.]

Jiang Fu'an sat cross-legged on a futon in the quiet room, his gaze sweeping over the panel word by word.

First, he discovered that the number of hidden injuries had decreased from two to one.

The lost year of lifespan is then restored.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed that the number in the "erysipelas" column had dropped from "9%" in his memory to "8%".

A year ago, when he had just broken through to the mid-stage of Qi Refining, the erysipelas in his body had accumulated to 9%, which cost him a full twenty years of lifespan.

Now that he has recovered a little, he has regained five years of his life.

Jiang Fu'an's lips curled up little by little.

It should be noted that he takes high-grade Qi-nourishing pills to aid his cultivation. If he takes one pill a day, the accumulation of toxicity from the pills would only be around 1% over a year.

The effect of this "food therapy" is now exactly the same.

This means that from now on, he can rely on the Qi-Nourishing Pill to accelerate his cultivation without worrying about its toxicity.

A glimmer seemed to flicker in Jiang Fu'an's eyes, as if he saw a path that was originally covered with thorns suddenly unfold into a wide and open road before his eyes.

As evening approached, smoke began to rise from the kitchen.

Miao Ruolan had her sleeves rolled up and was chopping vegetables with her head down.

Su Wanqing has been feeling unwell these past few days and can't touch cold water, so only she and Jiang Fu'an are left in the kitchen.

Her cleaver moved swiftly, but her gaze kept glancing at Jiang Fu'an, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Jiang Fu'an turned to look at her and said, "What's wrong? Speak your mind."

Miao Ruolan then said softly, "Husband, the annual Spirit Root Test Ceremony will be held in a few days."

"Why don't you go to the site and try to recruit one or two promising talents?"

Actually, Jiang Fu'an had this idea long ago, even without her mentioning it.

The Jiang family was ultimately too small.

Currently, only Shitou has given birth to a daughter. It seems that Yue'er and Hemiao have no plans to get married anytime soon.

As for himself, he doesn't want to take the risk of rebirth for the time being.

Therefore, if the family wants to continue to develop, it is almost inevitable to introduce outsiders with spiritual roots.

Those rogue cultivators who have grown up and spent a few years in the cultivation world are full of scheming and have many thoughts, making it difficult for them to be loyal to the Jiang family.

He didn't even consider it.

Most of the nascent spirits discovered at the Spirit Root Testing Conference were only seven years old, with clean family backgrounds and pure hearts, making them the easiest age to cultivate a sense of belonging.

Although the spiritual vein of Qinglu Mountain is only of the first-grade low quality, it is more than enough to support the daily cultivation of a dozen or so Qi Refining early stage cultivators.

Jiang Fu'an was about to reply when a thought suddenly struck him.

Miao Ruolan doesn't usually concern herself with these things, so why did she bring it up today?

He still looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

He turned to his wife and asked, "What's wrong with you today? Why are you suddenly concerned about this?"

Miao Ruolan's eyes darted around, and after a moment's hesitation, she whispered, "Husband, if I tell you—you mustn't yell at me."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fu'an had already guessed seven or eight parts of the truth.

Most of them are related to the Miao people.

His expression remained unchanged; he simply said calmly, "Go ahead and tell me. When have I ever been mean to you?"

Hearing this, Miao Ruolan calmed down a bit: "I was just thinking—our Qinglu Mountain is such a big place, it's just sitting empty anyway."

"Could we recruit a few Miao children with spiritual roots? That way, they'll have a place to settle down and cultivate."

really.

Jiang Fu'an didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "Do you still maintain contact with other Miao people?"

After Miao Ruolan spoke, her eyes remained fixed on him.

Seeing that his expression remained calm, she breathed a sigh of relief and shook her head, saying, "There's no contact. But I know where some people are staying now."

Hearing the words "no contact," Jiang Fu'an felt slightly relieved.

This shows that she listened to what she was told and did not act on her own.

Even if they have an idea, they will first come to him to discuss it.

Jiang Fu'an planned to explain the serious implications of this to her: "The Miao family had more than just one or two enemies back then."

"Aren't you afraid that bringing someone with spiritual roots to Qinglu Mountain will affect our Jiang family?"

Miao Ruolan was taken aback: "That was ten years ago. Those people shouldn't still be targeting the Miao family, right?"

"Ten years is a long time for ordinary people, but for high-level cultivators, it may just be a single period of seclusion."

Jiang Fu'an shook his head: "Even if the possibility of being affected is not high, I am used to thinking about the worst possible outcome first when I do things."

"I ask you, if this matter truly implicates the Jiang family, or even leads to their extermination, can you bear it?"

"Of course not!"

Miao Ruolan's voice became urgent: "I am now a member of the Jiang family, how could I be willing to let my family fall into such a situation!"

"I just feel that now that we have some ability, we should lend a hand if we can."

"The Jiang family doesn't have that capability yet!"

Jiang Fu'an immediately corrected him: "Moreover, if the Miao family shows any signs of growing stronger at this time, I guess those enemies will most likely try to nip it in the bud."

Miao Ruolan's face turned pale. She hadn't expected that ten years later, the Miao family would still be under the scrutiny of others.

She stopped talking, lowered her head, and began chopping vegetables.

After a long silence, she finally raised her head, her eyes filled with confusion: "Husband, what do you think the Miao family should do now?"

"Lie dormant. First, continue the bloodline."

Jiang Fu'an replied almost without hesitation: "We should wait at least a hundred years, until everyone has forgotten that there was ever a Miao family, before we slowly work to strengthen ourselves."

"But a hundred years is too long."

Miao Ruolan lowered her voice: "By then, my mother and I will have long since turned into a handful of dust."

"Family revival is not something that can be accomplished in one generation."

"This requires the efforts of dozens of generations; haste makes waste."

"Not just the Miao people, our Jiang family is the same."

As Jiang Fu'an was saying this, he suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, today is Xiang Shen's seventh birthday. I just tested his aptitude—it's one of the five spiritual roots."

"Xiang Shen has spiritual roots?!"

Miao Ruolan's cleaver landed on the cutting board with a "thud".

She turned around, her eyes instantly lighting up, her face filled with excitement.

Jiang Fu'an nodded: "After the birthday banquet, I will begin teaching him the basics of cultivation."

"From now on, you should focus on taking care of your son and stop thinking about the Miao people."

"Uh-huh!"

Miao Ruolan nodded repeatedly, her expression earnest: "Don't worry, my husband, I won't overthink it anymore."

She walked behind Jiang Fu'an, suddenly leaned close to his ear, and whispered softly, "Husband—let's have another child, okay?"

Jiang Fu'an was startled; he would have to deal with this little devil again.

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