Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

At that moment, the bedroom door creaked open a crack, and the midwife peeked out with a joyful smile:

"Congratulations, sir! It's a healthy baby boy! Mother and child are both safe and sound!"

"Alright, alright! Thank you for your hard work, midwife! Please accept this small token of my appreciation!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fu'an's face immediately broke into a smile.

As he spoke, he took out a tael of silver from his sleeve and stuffed it into the midwife's hand.

In fact, he already knew the general situation of "Jiang Xiangqian" through the panel.

But only after hearing with his own ears that Su Wanqing was safe and sound did his heart, which had been hanging in suspense for so long, finally settle down.

About fifteen minutes later, the midwife finished tidying up the room before letting him in.

The room still had a faint smell of blood and herbs.

Su Wanqing lay pale-faced at the head of the bed, a few strands of her sweat-dampened black hair clinging to her forehead.

But her eyes, looking at the little baby in swaddling clothes beside her, were full of gentle smiles.

Jiang Fu'an walked to the bedside in a few steps, grasped her cold hand, and said with heartache in his voice:

"Wanqing, you've suffered so much. We'll only have this one child, and we won't have any more."

He meant it sincerely.

While waiting outside the door, he kept repeating to himself:

As long as Wanqing can get through this smoothly, she will never have to suffer like this again.

Raising children is inherently a demanding and expensive endeavor, let alone a child with spiritual potential.

He planned to first nurture these four children into adulthood.

If the conditions for upgrading the ancestral home in the future also require the addition of male offspring, then I will take a few more concubines to have more children.

Upon hearing this, Su Wanqing's lips curved slightly into a smile, her voice still somewhat weak:

"It's not hard...it's all fine."

At this moment, Yue'er and Shitou also slipped into the room one after the other, tiptoed to the bedside, and curiously looked at the little person wrapped in a cloth.

The little guy's face was all wrinkled, and he was huddled there, looking just like a walnut that had just been peeled from its shell.

Yue'er stared at it for a long time, her little brows gradually furrowing:

"He...is so ugly!"

Jiang Fu'an was immediately amused and laughed:

"When you were first born, you were even more wrinkled than him, like a little monkey."

He paused, then gently instructed:

"Yue'er, you are the older sister, so you should take better care of your little brother from now on."

In this world, medical skills are not particularly advanced, and the death of children is a common occurrence.

He hoped that Yue'er's "lucky star" destiny would bring good fortune to the newborn child.

Yue'er is usually a bit lazy, and upon hearing this, her little mouth pouted slightly, showing some reluctance.

But considering this was his own younger brother, he nodded and replied softly:

"Oh... okay."

Jiang Fu'an bent down and carefully pulled Jiang Xiangqian into his arms.

He carefully examined that youthful face, but another thought was swirling in his mind.

He hesitated, wondering whether to use his last chance to copy the "Body of the Holy Symbol".

The potential of this physique is undoubtedly top-notch.

But since Jiang Xiangqian already has it, wouldn't it be redundant to make another copy?

After all, it mainly assists in the art of talismans, rather than directly increasing combat power or cultivation speed.

If it were the latter, he wouldn't hesitate at all.

However, after only a moment's thought, Jiang Fu'an made up his mind.

For a family to achieve long-term development, it must have a pillar industry that can support its reputation.

He had already planned that the future foundation of the Jiang family would rest on talismans.

In that case, relying solely on Jiang Xiangqian, a talisman genius, is far from enough.

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Two months passed in the blink of an eye amidst the baby's cries.

On this day, the Xu brothers visited together.

Although everyone lives in this large mansion, the Xu brothers have been spending most of their time with the Wang family these days, and rarely appear in front of Jiang Fu'an.

"Boss!"

Old Xu clasped his hands in a respectful greeting and got straight to the point, explaining his purpose:

"My second brother and I will be joining the Wang family's forces to attack the Rong family in a few days."

After listening, Jiang Fu'an nodded slightly and solemnly instructed:

"Swords and blades have no eyes, so be careful in everything you do and make sure you protect yourselves."

After declining Ma Ping's invitation, he intentionally distanced himself from the dispute and stopped getting involved.

Even in front of the Xu brothers, they tried not to talk about it too much.

"Thank you for your concern, boss."

Old Xu responded, a hint of hesitation flashing across his face, and asked again:

"Master, when you turned down Master Ma's invitation, was there some particular concern?"

"If it's convenient, could you perhaps offer us brothers a few pointers?"

Jiang Fu'an then understood the true purpose of the two men's visit.

To be fair, the Xu brothers are reliable and dependable, and he really doesn't want to see them make any mistakes in the struggle.

Since the other party took the initiative to ask, he thought about it and felt that saying one more thing wouldn't hurt:

"The methods of immortals are not something we mortals can withstand. Since you have been drawn into this, remember not to rush too far forward, lest you attract attention and become a target in the eyes of others."

"Remember, Cuihua and Yu'er are still waiting for you to return safely and marry them."

Upon hearing the last sentence, Old Xu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately bowed:

"Thank you for your advice, boss! We will definitely put our lives first."

The two brothers took their leave and left the hall.

Xu Lao Er, who hadn't said much until now, couldn't help but mutter to himself as soon as he stepped out of the courtyard:

"Brother, I told you there was no need to come here to ask."

"To put it bluntly, the boss is just a coward and afraid of death."

"He wants us to hide in the back like cowards; how are we supposed to earn merit and get rewards then?"

Boss Xu shook his head, his face serious:

"I think what the master said makes sense. How could you or I possibly deal with the magic of immortals?"

"If you charge in too conspicuously, one of the immortals in the enemy formation will strike you and you'll be dead."

"Brother, why are you just like the boss, so afraid of everything?"

Xu Lao Er disagreed and argued:

"Didn't Master Ma repeatedly assure us that the Wang family would keep all the other side's immortals occupied and would never give them a chance to attack us mortals?"

"Besides, I already promised Cuihua that I would work hard this time to earn more dowry and marry her in a grand and glorious way..."

"I'm afraid you might earn the money, but not live to spend it!"

Before he could finish speaking, Xu Laoda interrupted him sharply, his eyes fixed on his younger brother:

"This time you have to listen to me! On the battlefield, you're not allowed to act on your own. Stick close to me and don't rush in recklessly!"

Xu Lao Er pursed his lips, remained silent, and simply lowered his head.

It's unclear whether he heeded this warning or not.

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Jiang Fu'an was naturally unaware of the argument that would ensue after the two brothers left.

He was sitting at his desk, holding two items he had obtained from the cave.

He stared blankly at something that resembled a talisman pen and a stack of talisman paper.

He has successfully copied the "Body of the Saint of Talismans" onto himself.

But no one taught him the secrets of drawing talismans, and he himself had no spiritual energy whatsoever.

The planned talisman industry, which is crucial to the family's future, has yet to materialize and has made no progress whatsoever.

Fortunately, the day when the next "good fortune" arrives is not far away.

A sense of anticipation rose within him:

What kind of good fortune will this time be?