Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Sun Xiuyuan had arranged for three guest rooms to be booked in Miaoyin City, outside the gate of Miaoyin Sect, well in advance.

But he was so eager to see his daughter that he didn't go to the inn and instead had the driver stop the carriage at the entrance of Miaoyin Sect.

Jiang Fu'an got out of the car and looked up. He saw the white jade gate towering into the clouds, with ancient pines on both sides and clouds and mist swirling around the mountainside.

Several elegantly dressed cultivators rode in and out on magical artifacts.

Seeing Sun and Ma about to step inside, he felt it was somewhat abrupt and asked in a low voice:

"Brother Ma, are we... just going straight in like this?"

In his mind, this was a sacred place for the sect, and they were just ordinary people; they should at least inform them.

Ma Ping, however, did not stop walking and answered matter-of-factly:

"Of course! These days the sect is open, and outsiders can also enter to observe the ceremony."

"Once we get inside, I'll ask someone for directions."

Hearing him say that, Jiang Fu'an had no choice but to stop talking and silently follow behind the two.

But after taking only a few steps, a cold voice came from the side:

"Halt! Who gave you permission to come in?"

Two young men dressed in white with indifferent expressions had somehow appeared and blocked the road.

Sun Xiuyuan, who was walking in front, was taken aback and blurted out:

"Didn't they say... anyone can enter these next few days?"

The tall, thin disciple on the left curled his lip and sneered:

"The term 'everyone' refers to those who cultivate themselves. How dare you, a mere mortal, step into the mountain gate?"

His gaze swept lightly over Sun Xiuyuan, as if he were looking at a stray dog ​​on the roadside.

Sun Xiuyuan's face flushed red instantly. He never expected to be stopped like this and ridiculed in this way.

Seeing this, Ma Ping quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, lowering his voice to say to Sun Xiuyuan:

"Brother Sun, why don't you and Brother Jiang wait outside for a bit, and I'll go in to find someone?"

Sun Xiuyuan nodded dejectedly:

"Alright, that's the only way."

Watching Ma Ping's figure disappear into the thin mist swirling inside the mountain gate, Sun Xiuyuan and Jiang Fu'an retreated to an old locust tree not far away.

Sun Xiuyuan looked around to make sure no one was there before he couldn't help but mutter a complaint:

"I never imagined that the Myriad Sounds Sect would have a rule prohibiting mortals from entering!"

His tone carried an unresolved frustration, clearly still harboring resentment over the embarrassment he had just experienced.

Jiang Fu'an had been observing coldly the whole time.

The way the two disciples guarding the mountain looked at Sun Xiuyuan was as indifferent as if he were looking at an ant. This made him suddenly realize that this was the normal way the cultivation world viewed mortals.

Ma Ping's ability to befriend these ordinary people might be partly due to his inherent nature.

Secondly... it's probably because he had long since given up on the path to immortality and had spent a long time living among mortals.

The Miaoyin Sect is a true land of immortals, and its disciples are surrounded by cultivators on a daily basis.

In their eyes, ordinary people are probably no different from grass and ants, so why would they need explicit rules?

Seeing that Sun Xiuyuan was still indignant, Jiang Fu'an gently advised:

"Brother Sun, perhaps to the Miaoyin Sect, mortals are not qualified to set foot in this place."

"This isn't a rule, it's common sense."

These words startled Sun Xiuyuan. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

After that, the two did not speak again.

The shadow of the locust tree slowly shifted with the sun, stretching longer on the ground.

About an hour later, Sun Xiuyuan suddenly stood up and waved vigorously towards the mountain gate, his voice full of surprise:

"Daughter! Daddy's here!"

Jiang Fu'an looked up at the sound and saw a girl of about ten years old, dressed in a plain white dress, slowly walking out from inside the mountain gate.

Looking at her eyebrows and eyes, she does indeed resemble the girl who was taken away with He Miao two years ago.

But what puzzled Jiang Fu'an was:

She was the only one there.

Where are the rice seedlings?

At this moment, Sun Xiuyuan rushed forward, his face full of smiles.

He seemed to want to touch his daughter but dared not, and could only keep asking:

"Are you tired from the journey? Are you settling in well at the sect? Is the food good?"

The girl's reaction was rather indifferent; she only gave a brief reply.

Not wanting to disturb the father and daughter's reunion, Jiang Fu'an remained standing in the same spot, waiting.

After a long while, Sun Xiuyuan seemed to suddenly remember him and quickly pulled his daughter over to introduce him:

"Girl, quick, this is your Uncle Jiang, Jiang Xianghe's father."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fu'an smiled gently and nodded to the girl.

Unexpectedly, the girl only glanced at him before looking away without a care in the world.

Upon seeing this, a hint of embarrassment flashed across Sun Xiuyuan's face.

Normally, he would have scolded his daughter for being rude.

But during this meeting, he could sense an inexplicable sense of estrangement from his daughter.

He had no choice but to change the subject and ask:

"Did you see Jiang Xianghe when you came out? Why didn't she come out with you?"

The girl spoke in a lazy tone:

"Sister Jiang said she had something to do and would be out later."

"By the way, Uncle Ma went to find Uncle Wang and won't be coming out for the time being."

Sun Xiuyuan was taken aback and subconsciously looked at Jiang Fu'an, his eyes filled with sympathy.

In his opinion, that Jiang family girl had probably been in the immortal sect for too long and had become arrogant, not even in a hurry to see her own father.

Otherwise, what could be more important than seeing one's father who has come from afar?

Jiang Fu'an's face remained expressionless; he simply said calmly:

"Brother Sun, it's rare for you and your daughter to see each other, you must have a lot to talk about, don't linger here. I'll wait for the seedlings by myself."

Sun Xiuyuan wanted to say something more, but seeing that his daughter had already turned and walked a few steps down the mountain, he could only hurriedly give her instructions:

"Brother Fu'an, we'll be going now. We're staying at the 'Sihai Inn,' which is not far from the south gate of Miaoyin City. You can find it by asking."

"Okay, Brother Sun, see you tonight."

Jiang Fu'an responded.

After watching the Sun family father and daughter walk away, he returned to the old locust tree and quietly gazed at the gate of the Miaoyin Sect.

He wasn't worried about not being able to wait for He Miao, nor did he believe that He Miao's feelings had faded.

That child has always valued his family highly since childhood, which may have been influenced by his destiny of "remembering the source of the water he drinks".

Sure enough, this time, less than half an hour later, a girl in white appeared inside the mountain gate.

She walked in a hurry, her bright eyes looking around anxiously.

Jiang Fu'an immediately stood up, waved, and went to greet him.

He Miao spotted him at a glance, her face instantly breaking into a smile. She quickened her pace and almost ran towards him.

Only when he got closer could Jiang Fu'an see his daughter's face clearly.

Two years have passed, and the changes are truly remarkable:

He had grown much taller, and his hair, black as ink, had reached his waist.

Her skin has become fairer, and her eyebrows and eyes have matured. Although she still retains the innocence of a young girl, she has already developed a subtle and ethereal charm, truly like a little fairy.

"Father! What brings you here?"

As she ran up to him, He Miao's eyes were full of bright, sparkling smiles.

Jiang Fu'an smiled and said:

I missed you, so I came to visit.

With just that one simple sentence, He Miao's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

She pursed her lips, then suddenly opened her arms and buried her face in Jiang Fu'an's chest, her voice muffled:

"Father... I miss you so much!"