Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

In the wild, the snow was ankle-deep.

Looking around, all the fields were white, and the boundaries of roads, field ridges, and ditches were already blurred.

Fortunately, Jiang Fu'an had been hunting in the mountains and forests of this area for many years, so he could find his way even with his eyes closed.

He dared not delay, and hurried along, his spiked boots crunching on the snow.

In less than an hour, the edge of that familiar forest came into view.

Looking further ahead, the Misty Mountain Range reveals its massive outline, like a giant beast crouching between heaven and earth.

From here onwards, the road becomes unfamiliar.

Jiang Fu'an stood at the edge of the forest, gazing at the dark mountain shadows in the distance, his heart pounding faster.

All those rumors about miasma, monsters, and unknown dangers flooded his mind at that moment.

He was a little scared!

However, He Miao's face flashed before his eyes.

In the Miaoyin Sect, there are many promising cultivators, so the competition must be extremely fierce.

She is alone outside, and it must be even more difficult for her than for me, walking through the snow right now.

As a father, how could I just stay at home and wait for my daughter to return and protect the whole family?

In this world, where is there no risk?

In the past, whenever he felt uncertain about something, he would turn around and leave, never taking any risks.

But this time is different.

The cave was guided by "Fortune," who said the danger was extremely low.

If you don't even dare to venture into this, what are you talking about in terms of immortality?

With that thought in mind, he took a deep breath of the cold air, started walking, and headed towards the Misty Mountain Range without hesitation.

Apart from the sound of the cold wind whistling through the bare branches, there was no other sound in the world.

Jiang Fu'an kept his eyes fixed ahead and his ears open, not missing a single unusual sound from his surroundings.

With heightened vigilance and brisk walking, despite the freezing cold around him, a thin layer of sweat seeped from his back.

The information provided by "Fu Yuan" is very clear.

At that moment, a detailed map seemed to unfold in his mind, clearly showing the direction of the mountains, the markings of the forks in the road, and even where there might be steep slopes.

It's like having a GPS navigation system; he doesn't need to worry about getting lost at all.

After walking for about half an hour, the Misty Mountain Range was almost in sight.

According to the map in his mind, the cultivator's cave dwelling was located in a hidden cave only about a hundred meters from the foot of the mountain.

Jiang Fu'an slowed his pace and carefully searched the vicinity, using the light reflected from the snow.

The whole process went exceptionally smoothly, and he eventually stopped in front of a seemingly ordinary small earthen mound.

He first straightened up, held his breath, and looked around.

The wind howled, the woods were silent, and there was no sign of anyone else.

Jiang Fu'an then unloaded his basket, pulled out a short-handled iron shovel, gripped it tightly with both hands, and dug forcefully towards the bottom of the earthen slope.

The frozen soil was hard; when the shovel tip struck it, it made a clanging sound, and the vibrations made my hand go numb.

He shoveled and pried, mud and snow flying everywhere, and soon a dark hole appeared in front of him, its depths unfathomable.

He bent down and moved closer, about to widen it further, but the shovel hit something hard with a "clang" and could not dig any further.

Jiang Fu'an was taken aback and reached out to touch it.

The entrance to the cave seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, which was cold and smooth to the touch, like glass from a past life.

"Could this be the formation protecting the cave?"

He recalled the description in "Fortune":

The protective array was nearly rendered unusable due to years of neglect.

Jiang Fu'an drew a long knife from his waist.

The blade reflected the snow, giving it a pale blue hue.

He gripped the knife hilt tightly with both hands, took a half step back, inhaled, swung his arm, and slashed down fiercely at the transparent wall!

"Bang—"

A muffled thud was swallowed by the cold wind, but several spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the wall in response.

Jiang Fu'an was overjoyed and swung his knife repeatedly, making a series of "bang, bang" sounds.

After dozens of cuts, with a crisp sound like shattering glass, the transparent wall collapsed, and a musty smell rushed out of the cave.

Jiang Fu'an took out a bead the size of an egg from his pocket—a luminous pearl that the imperial court had previously awarded him.

The beads emitted a soft, milky-white glow, illuminating his face, which was red from the cold.

He held the beads and carefully walked into the cave, bending over.

He had barely taken a few steps when a strong musty smell mixed with dust rushed into his nostrils, making his throat itch.

Jiang Fu'an was startled and immediately held his breath, quickly retreating.

This cave has been sealed off for so long that there's probably no life left inside.

If you rush in, you might suffocate inside.

He squatted outside the cave entrance, letting the cold wind howl in.

He rubbed his frozen hands while cautiously scanning the surrounding woodland.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, estimating that the deathly aura inside the cave had been mostly replaced, he once again held up the luminous pearl, bent down, and crawled into the cave.

This is a natural cave of about 100 square meters, with rough walls and a flat floor.

The glow of the luminous pearl pushed aside the darkness, and the first thing that was illuminated was a skeleton sitting quietly on a futon not far away.

The skeleton was wearing a light pink palace dress. Although the color had faded, its former exquisiteness was still evident.

Its head was bowed, and its hands were resting on its knees, as if it were simply meditating peacefully.

Jiang Fu'an's heart skipped a beat:

This must be the owner of the cave, the Foundation Establishment cultivator who passed away over a hundred years ago.

He slowly approached, squatted down in front of the skull, and carefully examined it by the light of the luminous pearl.

The skeleton was bare and white, but surprisingly not very frightening.

It wasn't as frightening as the corpses he had seen before, the ones that had just died.

My gaze swept across the area, first drawn to a dark reflection on the skull's finger bones.

It was a ring, its pearly sheen giving it an antique glow.

"Could this be a storage ring used by cultivators?"

Jiang Fu'an's breathing quickened slightly.

If this is indeed the item, then we have truly stumbled upon a great opportunity.

He quickly reached out and carefully slipped the ring off his finger.

In the midst of the movement, her fingertips accidentally touched the sleeve of her palace dress, and the seemingly intact fabric instantly turned into a cloud of fine dust, fluttering down.

He paid little attention to it, but instead held the ring up to the luminous pearl and examined it closely, turning it over and over.

This ring is much thicker and heavier than ordinary rings; it feels quite substantial in your hand.

This further convinced him of his previous suspicions.

But soon, he discovered a tricky problem—it wouldn't open.

The ring is seamless, with a smooth surface, and no seams, clasps, or mechanisms can be found.

Jiang Fu'an suddenly remembered a novel he had read in his previous life:

Storage rings require the infusion of magic to open, and some even have restrictions that must be broken first.

With that thought in mind, he decisively stopped hesitating and carefully tucked the ring into his pocket, keeping it close to his body.

Then, his gaze fell back on the skeleton, and he stood up and slowly walked around it.

This time, a white cloak partially obscuring the skeleton caught his attention.

More than a hundred years have passed, and the clothes on the skeleton have all decayed, but this cloak remains as new as ever.

He reached out and touched it; it felt silky smooth and cool, even more delicate than the ten brand-new bolts of brocade at home.

nice one!

He carefully removed the cloak from the skull's shoulder, folded it neatly, and placed it in the basket on his back.

After confirming that there was nothing else of note on the skeleton, he raised the luminous pearl, its shimmering white light pushing deeper into the cave.