Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Four months later.

Ping'an Town, Juxianlou.

In a private room on the second floor, the window was half open, and a celadon wine pot and several small dishes were neatly arranged on a wooden table.

Ma Ping, as the initiator of this gathering, was the first to raise his glass:

"Brother Jiang, this glass of wine is for you."

"What happened last time... I'm sorry, it caused many people in the hunting team to be lost."

Jiang Fu'an quickly raised his glass as well:

"Brother Ma, you're exaggerating. Swords have no eyes; how can there be no accidents on the battlefield?"

"Since they dared to take on this deal, they must have already weighed the risks and rewards."

"Besides, Brother Ma not only settled the payment afterward, but also gave an extra compensation. Everyone remembers your kindness."

After Ma Ping recovered from his injury, he not only immediately made up for the promised compensation, but also personally visited to apologize. Today, he even specially hosted a banquet at the best restaurant in town.

This behavior is beyond reproach.

Ma Ping tilted his head back and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

The spicy liquid slid down his throat, and he exhaled a long breath:

"Brother Jiang is right. In a life-or-death struggle, how can there be no bloodshed?"

"I was wrong before. I always thought I could easily take over the Rong family, but I almost lost my life."

"After lying in bed for two months this time, I've finally figured it out."

"From now on, I should learn from you, my brother, and do some steady, reliable work instead of getting involved in dangerous, risky things."

Jiang Fu'an, naturally, could not be smug at this moment, and quickly comforted him:

"Brother Ma, you flatter me. Each has its own advantages."

"You fought bravely for the family this time and were seriously injured. The entire Wang family must look at you with new respect now, right?"

Ma Ping, however, showed no joy on his face:

"My words carry more weight within the family than before, but my wife still doesn't really talk to me."

Because of his injury, Wang Zhiyue still looked down on him.

There is still no sign of improvement in their relationship.

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something and suddenly straightened his expression:

"By the way, the reason I invited you two here today is also to say goodbye."

"The Wang family will soon be moving to the Sparrow Forest. The next time we meet, it will probably be on our way to the Wonderful Sound Sect."

Sun Xiuyuan, who had been sitting quietly to the side, raised his glass with a smile on his face:

"This is truly a joyous occasion! From now on, when people mention the Wang family, they should refer to them as the 'Wang Family of Quelin.' Come, let me toast Brother Ma!"

Jiang Fu'an also raised his glass to offer his sincere congratulations.

A touch of envy welled up in my heart.

He had heard from Miao Ruolan that a cultivation family without its own spiritual veins was like a tree without roots.

The younger generation's cultivation relies entirely on a sparse amount of spiritual energy drifting from other spiritual veins. It is already difficult enough to maintain their cultivation level without falling, let alone make progress.

Even later, he obtained a cultivation manual through the seedlings.

Without spiritual veins, it is still very difficult to embark on the path of cultivation.

The three clinked glasses and each drank it all.

As Jiang Fu'an put down his wine glass, he suddenly remembered something Miao Ruolan had casually mentioned a while ago, and looked at Ma Ping to ask:

"Brother Ma, after your family moved to Que Lin, what are your plans for the few plots of spiritual land left behind at Qinglu Mountain?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Ping frowned slightly:

"The clan's original intention was to send a disciple with cultivation to stay and guard the place."

"But no one wanted to leave the spiritual vein, and after arguing back and forth without any result, they finally had to set a rule: one person would be rotated each year to guard it for one year."

Jiang Fu'an nodded:

"No wonder. Now that we finally have a spiritual vein to rely on, who would want to waste time outside?"

Sun Xiuyuan's gaze swept over the two faces, then he suddenly interjected with a smile:

"Brother Fu'an, why are you suddenly asking about this? Could it be that you have some interest in Brother Ma's few plots of spiritual land?"

Ma Ping also looked up at Jiang Fu'an, his eyes asking a question:

"Some people in the clan have indeed suggested that we should just sell this spiritual field to save ourselves the trouble."

"But our place is remote, and there are no other cultivation families nearby, so we can't find a buyer even if we want to sell."

"Brother Jiang, you don't actually intend to take over, do you?"

Jiang Fu'an did have his eye on that spirit field, but he didn't want to buy it.

A few days ago, Miao Ruolan passed by Qinglu Mountain on her way out, and when she came back, she pouted and muttered:

"The Wang family's farming skills are really rough. They've ruined several perfectly good spiritual fields."

Seeing that both of them were looking at him, he shook his head and smiled:

"Brothers, you think too highly of me. Where would I get the spirit stones to buy a spirit field?"

"I was just thinking that if the Wang family couldn't farm it themselves, they might be able to rent it to me to manage."

"We will pay the agreed amount of spiritual rice every year without fail."

Ma Ping was somewhat disappointed to hear that it was just a rental.

He hesitated for a moment, then said carefully:

"I can't make that decision myself. But when I get back, I'll pass on Brother Jiang's message to my wife."

Jiang Fu'an quickly cupped his hands in greeting:

"Then thank you very much, Brother Ma, for helping to pass on the message. To be honest, I have some experience in tending to the spirit field."

"If it's handed over to me, I will definitely not let the Wang family suffer any losses."

Then, the three of them talked about going to the Miaoyin Sect together.

With less than a year until the sect competition, it's time to set a departure date.

After much discussion, a decision was finally made:

We will set off after the Lantern Festival next year.

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As the afternoon sun slanted in, Jiang Fu'an had just returned to the front of his small courtyard when he saw Miao Ruolan come out from inside.

Upon seeing Jiang Fu'an, her eyes lit up, and she took a few steps forward:

"Master, you took Yue'er to have her spiritual root tested a few days ago, what were the results?"

Jiang Fu'an originally did not plan to take Yue'er to have her spiritual root tested.

Knowing she didn't have it, going there would be a wasted trip.

But the little girl also wanted to cultivate immortality like her older sister, so she pestered him every day to test her spiritual roots, using all sorts of sweet talk and pleading.

He reluctantly agreed because he knew that the method of testing spiritual roots could not detect special physiques.

The test went smoothly that day.

The cultivator in charge of the test shook his head after only a moment and said, "No spiritual root."

As for special physical conditions, they weren't even mentioned.

Yue'er immediately wilted, her little mouth pouting.

Jiang Fu'an bought her several bags of candied fruit, which finally made her smile again.

When Miao Ruolan asked him about it, a hint of regret appeared on his face, and he shook his head.

"It's been tested, but unfortunately Yue'er doesn't have any spiritual roots."

"No?"

Miao Ruolan blurted out, her expression of disappointment clear and distinct, even more genuine than that of Jiang Fu'an, her father.

Jiang Fu'an felt a slight surprise.

He suddenly realized that Miao Ruolan's concern for this matter seemed to be beyond the norm.

He asked calmly:

"What's wrong, Ruolan? You seem particularly concerned about this result?"

Miao Ruolan was taken aback, then realized she had been somewhat out of line, and quickly explained:

"It's nothing. I just think Yue'er is so clever and cute, it would be a real pity if she couldn't cultivate immortality."

Seeing that she was unwilling to talk about it, Jiang Fu'an did not press her further.

However, he secretly made a mental note of it:

We need to keep a closer eye on this little girl in the future; we can't let her make any moves on Yue'er.