Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

"Wow, Father, how come you've cultivated so much spiritual energy in just one night?"

He Miao's voice was full of surprise:

"Are you really only a five-elemental-root person?"

Based on Jiang Fu'an's description, she immediately sensed that something was wrong.

The effects my father achieved after taking the Qi-Nourishing Pill were almost as good as the progress I made after taking it myself.

You must know that I have three spiritual roots, and my cultivation environment and techniques are far superior to those of my father.

Jiang Fu'an felt a surge of secret joy upon hearing his daughter's question.

It seems that this "devouring body" is truly mysterious, not only effective for spiritual food, but also for absorbing elixirs far beyond ordinary people.

If that's the case, perhaps I can really make up for my poor cultivation aptitude with pills.

He pondered this in his mind, but an uncertain expression appeared on his face as he explained:

"Perhaps it's thanks to this Qi-Nourishing Pill... I feel that its effects are even better than you previously described."

His daughter was the person he trusted most in the world.

As long as the secret of the cheat ability isn't exposed, there's no need to hide anything else.

Besides, it couldn't be hidden anyway.

If his cultivation speed continues to far exceed that of ordinary five spiritual roots, there must be a plausible reason for it.

"So that's how it is..."

He Miao nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly her eyes lit up:

"Father, perhaps it's because you have a special constitution!"

"If that's the case, you might have hope of reaching the Foundation Establishment stage in the future!"

She became more and more excited as she spoke, reaching into her storage pouch at her waist and pulling out a small white porcelain bottle, which she then handed to Jiang Fu'an:

"Here, you can have this bottle of Qi-Nourishing Pills too!"

There were only two bottles of Qi-Nourishing Pills in the storage ring, which the father and daughter had already divided up last night:

One bottle per person.

He immediately waved his hand, his tone resolute:

"Didn't we already agree on this? Why are you giving it to your father again? If you really want to help your father, then focus on your own cultivation. It won't be too late to help your father after you've reached the Foundation Establishment stage."

The current upgrade requirements for the ancestral home are: it needs to have 1,000 acres of fertile land and one Qi Refining mid-stage cultivator and two Qi Refining early-stage cultivators from the family.

The responsibility of pushing towards the mid-stage of Qi Refining naturally falls on He Miao's shoulders.

This is no easy task. How could he possibly take away his daughter's cultivation resources?

Seeing that his daughter's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, Jiang Fu'an simply stood up:

"Alright, Dad's tired, he should get some sleep."

Without waiting for He Miao's response, she walked to the rattan chair by the window, lay down fully clothed, and closed her eyes.

He Miao watched her father's retreating figure, but swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

She silently put the porcelain bottle back into her bag, walked to the bed in the inner room, and gently lay down.

She is only at the second level of Qi Refining, not much different from ordinary people, and also needs sleep to recover her energy.

Jiang Fu'an did not fall asleep immediately.

His thoughts drifted to the fact that the "devouring body" greatly enhanced the absorption of the medicinal power of pills.

Pills that aid cultivation during the Qi Refining stage can still be purchased outside.

However, as one's cultivation level increases, these kinds of pills will only become increasingly scarce, and their prices will inevitably rise accordingly.

If I really want to take the path of "cultivation through drug use" in the future, my family must train its own alchemist.

"Hopefully, some buildings related to alchemy will appear in the ancestral home in the future, or a descendant with a talent for alchemy will emerge..."

He thought silently, and his consciousness gradually faded.

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I slept exceptionally soundly that night.

When I woke up, the sky outside the window was already a deep orange-red, and the setting sun hung obliquely on the mountain ridge, about to disappear below the horizon.

As soon as Jiang Fu'an sat up, a clear "gurgling" sound came from his stomach.

He then realized that he hadn't eaten anything for almost a whole day.

Turning to look at the bed, He Miao was still lying quietly, her eyes closed, fast asleep.

He walked to the bedside and called softly:

"He Miao, wake up, let's go out and get something to eat."

He Miao rubbed her eyes sleepily, her voice soft and sweet:

"Father... what time is it? I sleep very soundly with you by my side."

"The sun is about to set, get up quickly."

Jiang Fu'an smiled, turned around and went to the shelf to get water to wash up.

After he finished tidying up, he turned around and found He Miao still lying on the bed, her eyes wide open, staring blankly at the roof beam above her head.

"What's wrong? Why are you spacing out?"

He Miao snapped out of her reverie at the sound, turned her head to look at him, and looked at him seriously:

"Father, I still want to give you a gift again."

Jiang Fu'an did not refuse this time.

He pondered for a moment, then nodded:

"Since you're so kind... then please buy me a basic talisman drawing manual."

"I obtained a talisman brush in that cave before, and I've always wanted to try it out to see if I have any talent in this area."

He Miao was somewhat surprised when she first heard this, but then she remembered that her family was indeed now able to make some talismans.

The most basic requirements for drawing talismans have been met.

Since Father wants to give it a try, it's not impossible.

She immediately perked up and sat up abruptly:

"Father, wait for me! We'll go to the market and look for them right away!"

She nimbly climbed out of bed and began to wash and tidy herself up.

About fifteen minutes later, the father and daughter walked out of the room one after the other.

Coincidentally, the wooden door of the guest room opposite also creaked open.

Sun Xiuyuan and Ma Ping walked out, yawning.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Fu'an couldn't help but laugh:

"You two just woke up too?"

Sun Xiuyuan rubbed his forehead vigorously and said frankly:

"That's right! I drank a bit late with Brother Ma last night."

"Plus, my daughter had some things to do at her sect today and wasn't going out, so I took a break and slept in a little longer."

As he was speaking, he noticed He Miao following behind Jiang Fu'an, and a look of surprise appeared on his face:

"He Miao didn't return to Miaoyin Sect last night?"

He Miao stepped forward, smiled slightly at the two of them, and greeted them politely:

"Hello Uncle Sun and Uncle Ma. My father rarely comes to visit, so I wanted to spend more time with him and didn't go back."

She paused, then politely invited:

"We were just about to go out and get something to eat, would you two uncles like to come along?"

"No, no!"

Sun Xiuyuan quickly waved his hand and said with a smile:

"You and your daughter enjoy your time together; we won't join in the fun."

I watched as Jiang Fu'an and He Miao walked down the stairs side by side until their figures disappeared around the corner.

Sun Xiuyuan then withdrew his gaze, sighed at Ma Ping beside him, and said in a tone full of envy:

"Tell me, how did Brother Fu'an raise such a thoughtful and sensible daughter?"

Ma Ping chuckled upon hearing this.

He understood that Sun Xiuyuan envied the deep bond between the father and daughter, but such a fate could not be forced.

He reached out and patted Sun Xiuyuan on the shoulder, with a touch of the wisdom of someone who's been through it all:

"If you ask me, He Miao is the exception."

"Once most children embark on the path of spiritual cultivation, their feelings for their parents, who are still mortals, will gradually fade."

"Moreover, the higher one's cultivation level, the more common this situation becomes."

"He Miao is only at the second level of Qi Refining, and has only been on the path for a short time."

"In my opinion, in a few years, the father and daughter will inevitably grow distant."

These words reminded Sun Xiuyuan.

He nodded and echoed:

"That's true. Last year I went through a case file that recorded a Foundation Establishment cultivator who not only did not repay the family that raised him, but also kept taking from them."

"When the clan couldn't produce what he wanted, he resorted to violence, injuring several of his own brothers..."