Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 109 Encountering Robbery on the Road

A medium-sized spirit boat was flying low below the clouds, its hull cutting through the air with a whooshing sound.

There were five cultivators inside the boat, the leader of whom was an old man with a white beard.

He stood at the front of the deck, dressed in a gray robe, his eyes scanning the surrounding undulating mountains like an eagle's.

Just as the spirit boat passed over an unnamed, desolate mountain, a streak of blazing red light suddenly shot up from the mountaintop.

It was a small bird made entirely of flames, about the size of a palm, which shot straight toward the spirit boat.

The white-bearded old man's pupils constricted sharply. He turned abruptly and shouted sharply into the cabin, "Get out of the way! It's a second-tier Firebird Technique!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already slapped his hand on the storage bag at his waist.

A flash of dark light appeared at the opening of the bag, and a completely black shield flew out.

The old man pointed his finger swiftly, and the shield immediately plummeted downwards towards the spirit boat, rapidly expanding as it fell.

But it was too late.

The spirit boat was too close to the barren mountain.

Before the shield was fully deployed, the firebird was already upon them.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar echoed across the surrounding area, and a blazing fireball exploded in mid-air, instantly engulfing the entire spirit ship in crimson flames.

The shockwave swept outwards, overturning rocks on the barren mountain and causing the distant forest to rustle.

For miles around, all pedestrians looked up at the suddenly bursting flame.

Jiang Fu'an was riding his horse along the official road several miles away.

The moment the loud noise came, his horse reared up in fright, neighing and spinning in place.

He tightened the reins to steady himself and looked up—

A huge fireball was seen tumbling in the air, and the outline of a spirit boat several meters long could be vaguely seen in the center of the fireball.

Several figures suddenly burst out of the flames, with an old man in gray at the forefront.

He steadied himself mid-air and roared down at the desolate mountains below, "Who dares to launch a sneak attack on the Mu family of Feiyue?!"

The sound, imbued with spiritual energy, spread and echoed through the valley.

A loud, rough laugh suddenly erupted from the desolate mountains: "We're robbing your Fei Yue Mu family!"

"I heard you acquired a Foundation Establishment Pill at the Moon Spirit Market. Hand it over obediently!"

As they were speaking, several dark figures shot up from behind the rocks.

They were all dressed in black, their faces covered by masks, and the magical artifacts in their hands shimmered with various colors of spiritual light.

Because the two sides were more than a hundred feet apart, they were both shouting at the top of their lungs, so Jiang Fu'an could hear them clearly.

Foundation Building Pill?

He felt a chill run down his spine, and with a sudden tug on the reins, he turned his horse around, gripped its flanks tightly, and galloped back the way he had come.

The noise from that explosion just now was definitely not something a Qi Refining cultivator could produce.

Both sides in the fight likely have Foundation Establishment cultivators present.

This kind of excitement is not something he can afford to watch.

After running more than ten feet, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the battlefield.

The air was in complete chaos.

The men in black dispersed, each entangling with a cultivator from the Mu family.

Among the cultivators, one female cultivator stood out—her chest heaved and swayed during the intense movements.

Jiang Fu'an squinted.

This figure—could it be the same leader who led the raid on Qinglu Mountain back then, and who seduced Shi Tou to escape?

Unfortunately, the distance was too far, and the other person was masked, so he couldn't be sure.

He glanced at it twice and then looked away, focusing on riding away from this troublesome place.

After galloping for more than ten miles on the official road, they turned onto a small road, made a big detour, and then headed back towards Qinglu Mountain.

This detour added dozens of miles to the journey.

As Jiang Fu'an sped along, his mind raced with thoughts.

He had always known how precious the Foundation Establishment Pill was.

But today, witnessing firsthand how someone dared to ambush and kill a team escorted by a Foundation Establishment cultivator, I truly understood the weight of the word "precious."

He silently warned himself:

If there is an opportunity to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill in the future, one must be extremely cautious.

Otherwise, this Foundation Building Pill will not only be no hope for the family's revitalization, but will instead become the root of disaster and misfortune.

Because he took a long detour, Jiang Fu'an returned to Qinglu Mountain late at night.

The bright moon hangs high, its clear light bathing the mountain path, casting dappled shadows on both sides of the path, and occasionally the low chirping of night birds can be heard.

He led his horse up to the mountaintop, and his gaze suddenly sharpened.

Outside the gate of their own house, in the shadow of the eaves where the moonlight couldn't reach, a dark figure was curled up.

"A cultivator who has been robbed? Or a demonic beast?"

Jiang Fu'an's heart tightened, and his right hand quietly reached into his robes, his fingers already gripping three fireball talismans.

He tiptoed and slowly walked towards the gate.

The dark figure remained motionless, as if it had merged with the darkness.

As he got closer, he could vaguely make out that it was a human figure, squatting by the door.

Just as he hesitated, the shadowy figure suddenly moved.

The other person suddenly stood up, and a familiar voice rang out joyfully: "Master, you're back!"

The moonlight shone on Lin Erya's upturned face.

She still had sleepiness in her eyes, and was only wearing a thin cloth garment, making her look a little shivering in the night wind.

Jiang Fu'an calmly stuffed the talisman back into his storage bag and asked softly, "Er Ya, are you waiting for me here in the middle of the night?"

Er Ya trotted up to greet me, her voice crisp and clear: "Yes! Tonight is the night you're checking my cultivation, so I'm waiting here."

This is a rule that the two of them have developed over the years.

Every two weeks, Jiang Fu'an would give Er Ya some guidance on her cultivation.

Hearing her say that, Jiang Fu'an felt a warmth in his heart.

This girl has probably been squatting here for several hours.

He reached out and ruffled Er Ya's hair, his tone reproachful but his eyes gentle: "Didn't I tell you yesterday that I'm going to Moon Spirit Market today and I don't know when I'll be back tonight?"

"You can get guidance on your cultivation tomorrow; there's no need for you to wait here idly."

"Alright, go to sleep now."

Upon hearing this, Lin Erya's eyes dimmed, revealing a hint of disappointment.

But she didn't say anything, she just nodded: "Okay, then Er Ya will go to sleep. Master, you should rest early too."

After saying that, she turned to leave.

"etc."

Jiang Fu'an called out to her, and at the same time, he had two oil paper packages in his hands.

"These are some candied fruits and pastries I bought outside. Here, have some!"

Lin Erya stared at the oil paper package, her eyes lighting up again: "Master, did you buy this especially for Erya?"

"Okay, take it quickly."

Jiang Fu'an smiled and handed the package to her.

Actually, these foods weren't bought specifically for Er Ya.

Over the years, Yue'er's craving for food has never changed.

Every time he returned from a long trip, she would pester him for snacks.

Over time, Jiang Fu'an developed the habit of always buying food when he went out.

The courtyard was quiet. He first went to Su Wanqing's room, knocked softly on the door to let her know he was safe, and then turned and walked towards Miao Ruolan's bedroom.

The room was pitch black, with only the faint moonlight filtering through the window paper.

Jiang Fu'an reached out to the bedside, touched the soft bedding and the warm body beneath.

Seeing that she was fast asleep, Jiang Fu'an smiled slightly, reached out and gently pinched her small nose.

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