Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Jiang Fu'an fell silent at their words.

He was just an ordinary mortal now, without the ability to fly or escape, and really didn't want to get involved in the struggles between cultivation families.

The water there is too deep; a slight misstep could result in certain death.

But how to politely decline was a problem for him.

If I directly say I'm not going, I'll definitely anger Ma Ping.

He had worked hard to build up this network of contacts over the past period of time, and he didn't want to lose it all.

Finally, Jiang Fu'an forced a troubled smile:

"Brother Ma, judging from what you just said, it seems that bloodshed and killing are inevitable in the future, right?"

"To be honest, although I have hunted wild animals in the mountains in my life, I have never laid a hand on a person before, and I am really afraid of it."

"Besides, if we really attack the Rong family, won't the imperial court just stand by and do nothing?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Ping immediately burst into laughter:

"Brother Jiang, killing someone is no different from killing a wild animal; there's always a first time."

"You get used to it, and that's how it is."

"As for the imperial court, they have never really interfered in the affairs of the cultivation world."

"Besides, my daughter is a Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Myriad Sounds Sect. With that connection, what are you afraid of?"

Upon hearing the words "Foundation Establishment True Person," Jiang Fu'an quickly continued the conversation:

"By the way, since your daughter is a Foundation Establishment True Person, why not ask her to take action herself?"

"To be honest, I think it's safer to fight a one-sided battle."

"In this match, the two sides seem to be evenly matched. If there's a mishap and there are casualties, that would be terrible."

Hearing this, Ma Ping's smile faded slightly, and his tone hardened:

"She is going to participate in the Miaoyin Sect Grand Competition next year, and is currently in seclusion and cannot spare the time."

"But even without her, our Wang family is almost certain to succeed this time."

"To be honest, we specially invited a helper who is at the late stage of Qi Refining, and we are very confident in our ability to succeed."

"Brother Jiang, this is a rare opportunity, you really need to think it over carefully."

To be honest, Jiang Fu'an didn't care about this so-called opportunity at all.

Soon the second blessing will descend from the "ancestral hall", why risk your life at this time?

His face was full of apology:

"Brother Ma, I'm really sorry... I'm a coward, I really don't dare to fight and risk my life against someone."

"How about this: if anyone in my hunting team is willing to go, I will not stop them."

"They spend most of their time in the mountains and forests, so they're all quite skilled. With you leading them, they'll definitely be much better than me."

Jiang Fu'an could only do this much. If the other party was still not satisfied, then this friendship would have to be severed.

Ma listened quietly, her face revealing neither joy nor anger, only letting out a soft sigh:

"Alright, since Brother Jiang is unwilling, I won't force him."

"I'd appreciate it if you could introduce me to the people in the hunting party."

"No problem! Leave it to me!"

This time, Jiang Fu'an agreed exceptionally readily.

After the meal, he led Ma Ping to meet the hunting team, but he didn't stay long. He turned around and went back to the backyard to start arranging the house.

As the sun began to set in the west, Ma Ping and Sun Xiuyuan left the Jiang residence together.

After walking for a while, Ma Ping finally couldn't help but snort, his tone revealing displeasure:

"This Jiang Fu'an, I originally thought he was a good person and someone I could befriend, but I never expected him to be such a coward."

Sun Xiuyuan waved his hand and smiled as he advised:

"Brother Ma, everyone has their own ambitions. Besides, Brother Jiang wasn't completely unhelpful; didn't he hand over the entire hunting team to you?"

"Although he's timid, he's quite capable of managing a family business. In my opinion, he's still worth associating with."

Ma Ping shook his head and didn't reply.

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After that, the entire hunting team frequently went to the Wang family's place, sometimes staying for the whole day, as if they were intensifying their training.

Jiang Fu'an saw this but didn't ask any questions, focusing instead on staying home with Su Wanqing.

She was over eight months pregnant, and her body was getting heavier and heavier, which was the time when she needed someone by her side the most.

That evening, Jiang Fu'an was squatting by the bed, gently massaging Su Wanqing's swollen ankle.

Suddenly, Su Wanqing let out a soft "ouch," arched her body, and clutched her stomach tightly with both hands.

"What's wrong? Are you about to give birth?"

Jiang Fu'an immediately stood up and supported her shoulder.

Su Wanqing bit her lip and nodded, too pained to speak.

"Midwife! Quickly call the midwife, Wanqing is about to give birth!"

Jiang Fu'an turned his head and shouted loudly towards the door.

A month ago, he brought the most experienced midwife in town into his house and provided her with good food and drink, all to prepare for this moment.

Not long after, an elderly woman with gray hair but bright, clear eyes walked in quickly, supported by her maid Cuihua.

The midwife showed no panic. She glanced at Su Wanqing's condition and then turned to Jiang Fu'an, saying:

"Sir, please wait outside. I will take care of things here."

According to local custom, men are not allowed to enter the delivery room.

Jiang Fu'an naturally wouldn't disobey.

He took one last look at Su Wanqing, then turned and left through the door.

This wait lasted for a full two hours.

It was already completely dark, and the lanterns hanging in the courtyard swayed slightly in the wind.

Suppressed cries of pain could be heard from the delivery room from time to time, each one seeming to tug at Jiang Fu'an's heart.

He paced back and forth in the corridor with his hands behind his back, glancing at the tightly closed door from time to time, fearing that she might suffer a difficult childbirth like Wang Lanhua had years before.

"Wow--!"

Finally, a loud and clear cry pierced the night.

Jiang Fu'an paused, then let out a long sigh of relief.

Then, with a slight thought, a semi-transparent panel quietly appeared before his eyes.

The four options are neatly arranged above: "Jiang Xianghe", "Jiang Xiangyue", "Jiang Xiangchun", and "Unnamed".

He raised his finger and tapped "Unnamed" lightly.

The text on the panel then refreshes:

[Name: Unnamed]

Gender: Male

Lifespan: 66

[Destiny: Intelligent and eager to learn (Blue): Naturally gifted and enjoys research]

[Spiritual Roots: Metal, Wood, and Fire]

[Special Physique: The Body of a Talisman Saint (Purple)] Possesses extremely high talent in the art of talismans.

Jiang Fu'an's eyes lit up immediately, and a surge of joy welled up in his heart.

This child's talent is so high that even the combined talents of He Miao, Yue'er, and Shi Tou probably can't match it.

"Quick-witted and eager to learn" paired with "the body of a talisman saint" is simply a match made in heaven.

He could almost foresee that the child would become a highly respected talisman master in the future.

He immediately made up his mind:

This child must not be sent to the sect; he must be kept by our side and personally nurtured.

Thinking that he hadn't named it yet, he pondered for a moment, and two words gradually emerged in his mind.

Too much talent can easily lead to arrogance.

He only wished that the child would remain humble throughout his life, and walk steadily on his path.

Let's call him "Xiangqian".

Jiang Xiangqian.