Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

A few days after that gathering, Ma Ping sent someone with a message saying that the Wang family had made a decision to let their own clan members cultivate that spiritual field.

The meaning couldn't be clearer—

The Wang family didn't think much of Jiang Fu'an, a mere mortal, and didn't believe he could cultivate the spirit fields well.

Jiang Fu'an wasn't too disappointed with the result.

He has a long life ahead of him; the family can be managed slowly, there's no need to rush.

Furthermore, the shrine will continue to receive blessings, and one day it will have its own sacred field.

He lived a very regular life from then on.

Every day he either practices martial arts or buries himself in learning how to make talismans.

He never missed a hunting trip into the mountains. Every few days, he would take Stone and his "mascot" Yue'er to the forest on the edge of the Misty Mountain Range.

Stone's strength is growing at an alarming rate, changing almost every day.

Before long, he had become the mainstay of the hunting team.

During this time, something happened that was neither too big nor too small.

Six months after arranging Xu Lao Er's funeral, Xu Lao Da finally got married.

Thanks to the reward she received for helping the Rong family before, the wedding was quite lavish.

Jiang Fu'an watched coldly amidst the commotion. Although Xu Laoda's face was plastered with a smile, a layer of gloom was hidden beneath.

Seven months have passed in the blink of an eye.

The day to depart for the Miaoyin Sect was fast approaching.

Before leaving, Jiang Fu'an called Shi Tou to his side and carefully gave him instructions:

"Stone, your father will be away for at least a month this time."

"You're a big kid now, and your skills have improved. The safety of our family is now in your hands."

He made this specific instruction because Stone's current strength had already subtly surpassed his own.

Shi Tou nodded vigorously, his eyes full of seriousness:

"Father, don't worry. After you leave, I'll move to the bed outside where you sleep."

"At night, the slightest sound or disturbance will not escape my ears."

Seeing his reliable, almost mature appearance, Jiang Fu'an felt more at ease and didn't say anything more.

He picked up the luggage his wife had carefully packed and left home.

To be on the safe side, of all the things he obtained from the cultivator's cave, he only kept the storage ring close to his body.

When they arrived at the entrance of Ping'an Town, Sun Xiuyuan was already waiting there.

A carriage was parked beside him, pulled by two exceptionally fine horses, each a head taller than an ordinary strong man, with glossy coats.

Upon seeing Jiang Fu'an, Sun Xiuyuan quickly waved, his tone somewhat urgent:

"Brother Fu'an, hurry up, we've been waiting for you, we need to get going."

"What? Brother Ma has already arrived?"

Jiang Fu'an was somewhat surprised, as he hadn't arrived late.

"No, we can just take a car to pick him up."

Sun Xiuyuan waved his hand, pointing to the two tall horses beside him:

"This is a half-spirit horse that I specially borrowed. Not only is it fast, but its endurance is also unparalleled."

Jiang Fu'an simply nodded when he heard this, without taking it to heart.

But over the next few days, he experienced firsthand the power of this half-spirit horse.

These two horses can run from sunrise to sunset with almost no breaks, and their speed can always be maintained at the level of a strong man running at full speed.

Jiang Fu'an thought that if he had the opportunity in the future, he would raise a few batches of them.

The horse ran freely, but the three people in the carriage suffered.

The shock absorption of this wooden-wheeled carriage was incomparable to that of the cars he rode in in his previous life.

The so-called official road beneath our feet was uneven and full of potholes, far worse than the ordinary cement road of my previous life.

The journey was bumpy and undulating, and it felt like my internal organs had been displaced.

Ma Ping, being a cultivator, remained calm and sat steadily.

Jiang Fu'an was originally of good physical build, and after two years of solid martial arts training, although he also felt uncomfortable from the jolting, he could still grit his teeth and bear it.

He originally thought that Sun Xiuyuan, being a scholar and not young, would not be able to endure this hardship.

Unexpectedly, because he was thinking about his daughter, Sun Xiuyuan did not become listless as he got closer and closer to the Miaoyin Sect. Instead, his spirits became stronger and stronger.

He even had the leisure to lift the curtain of the car window and point out the scenery along the way to Jiang Fu'an.

"Fu'an, look! This is Qingshui Town, the closest town for ordinary people to the Miaoyin Sect."

Sun Xiuyuan pointed out the window.

Jiang Fu'an leaned closer to take a look.

The buildings in the town are very similar to those in Ping'an Town.

However, the crowds on the street were noticeably denser.

He looked up and saw figures occasionally flashing by in mid-air, heading in one direction.

He asked casually:

"Brother Sun, are all these celestial masters in heaven rushing off to watch the Miaoyin Sect's grand competition?"

Sun Xiuyuan looked in the direction the cultivators were flying and saw that they were indeed pointing towards the mountains where the Miaoyin Sect was located. He nodded uncertainly.

"It seems... that's probably it."

When the Grand Competition was mentioned, Jiang Fu'an couldn't help but recall Miao Ruolan's introduction of the Miaoyin Sect.

The Miaoyin Sect is said to have been founded many years ago by a female cultivator who was heartbroken by a faithless man.

Disheartened, the founder established the following rules for his sect:

The inner sect disciples are only women, and they are forbidden from becoming Daoist partners with men for life.

This strict rule caused the Wonderful Sound Sect to miss out on many cultivation geniuses, and the sect's internal techniques were mostly auxiliary, with a strong emphasis on the art of music.

Therefore, among the four major sects of the Song Dynasty, the Miaoyin Sect has always been considered the weakest.

But Miao Ruolan changed the subject, saying that the Miaoyin Sect's position in the Song Kingdom was actually as stable as a rock.

Even if the other three major sects decline and perish one day, the Miaoyin Sect will most likely remain unscathed.

This unusual situation is entirely due to the current Grand Elder—Master Miaoyue.

She changed the patriarch's rule, changing "one must not become a Daoist partner with a man" to "one must not become a Daoist partner with a man who has no power."

If a disciple wishes to engage in dual cultivation with another person, they must report to the sect, which will then investigate the other person's background.

As long as one has sufficient strength, the sect will grant the request.

The Miaoyin Sect's techniques are quite unique; the music they produce has a calming and soothing effect, and long-term listening can even help resist the invasion of inner demons.

In addition, most of the disciples in the sect are beautiful and have an otherworldly temperament, which makes almost every male cultivator harbor the idea of ​​marrying a fairy from the Miaoyin Sect.

As a result, among the Daoist partners of the female disciples of the Miaoyin Sect today, there are many powerful figures from various forces, forming a complex and intricate network of relationships.

This sect competition, which was open to outsiders, was actually a "showcase" planned by Master Miaoyue.

Promote the sect's outstanding female disciples to influential figures outside the sect.

If a male cultivator takes a liking to someone while watching the competition, and his own strength is recognized by the Miaoyin Sect, then a marriage may be formed.

To be fair, as a man, Jiang Fu'an couldn't help but feel a bit curious and expectant about such a unique "competition".

But then he thought that Yue'er might also be standing on the "stage" and being scrutinized by many eyes, and his little bit of expectation quickly cooled down.

Consequently, they also found it difficult to form a good impression of the male cultivators who rushed there with great enthusiasm.