Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

For the next two days, the father and daughter were inseparable.

With He Miao's detailed explanation, Jiang Fu'an gained a deeper and deeper understanding of the cultivation principles and breathing techniques of "Changchun Gong".

However, all good things must come to an end.

The day of parting has finally arrived.

As the county magistrate, Sun Xiuyuan had countless documents piling up in his office, waiting for him to handle them.

The Wang family now possesses a spiritual vein, and the family is flourishing. As a member of the family, Ma Ping naturally has many things to do.

Jiang Fu'an was also worried about his wife and children at home. He wondered if they were safe and sound during the days he had been away.

Three days later, at the pavilion outside Miaoyin City.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and dew clung to the blades of grass.

He Miao and Sun Xiuyuan's daughter stood side by side on the bluestone road, watching the carriage slowly drive onto the official road.

Sun Xiuyuan leaned halfway out of the car window, waving to his daughter incessantly, his eyes reddening.

Although Sun Zhiwei hadn't come to see him the previous two days, he still harbored some resentment.

But when he saw his daughter come to see him off, all those minor unpleasant feelings vanished instantly.

The carriage gradually disappeared along the official road, eventually vanishing into the morning mist and the shadows of the trees.

Sun Zhiwei gazed in that direction and spoke softly:

"Sister Jiang, you haven't returned to the sect these past two days. Many people are talking about it, saying that you are attached to worldly ties and family, and that you may not go far on your path of cultivation in the future."

Jiang Xianghe's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this; he simply turned to look at her and asked in return:

"Is that what you think too, which is why you didn't come out to see Uncle Sun?"

Sun Zhiwei felt a slight flush rise to her ears after her secret was exposed, and asked somewhat embarrassedly:

"Doesn't Sister Jiang care about these opinions?"

"Of course I don't care."

Jiang Xianghe spoke calmly:

"Who says becoming an immortal means abandoning your family and relatives? Look at the patriarchs of the seven great immortal cultivation families in the Song Kingdom—aren't they all surrounded by descendants and relatives?"

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the gate of the Miaoyin Sect.

Jiang Xianghe knew very well that the elders of the Miaoyin Sect always liked to admonish their disciples to "turn their hearts toward the Great Dao and be indifferent to family ties."

It's just that they're afraid their disciples will have concerns and won't be able to wholeheartedly serve the sect.

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Inside the carriage, Jiang Fu'an took out the book "Changchun Gong" and carefully read it by the light coming through the carriage window.

Sitting opposite him, Ma Ping glanced at the Qi circulation diagram on the page, his eyelids twitched, and he immediately recognized it.

He asked in surprise:

"Brother Jiang, are you researching cultivation techniques for immortality?"

Jiang Fu'an's tone carried a hint of smugness:

"That's right, my daughter gave it to me. She said that practicing this can prolong life and told me to practice it when I have nothing to do."

He did this not to show off.

They were just trying to lay a foundation in advance so that when they achieved success in their cultivation later, it wouldn't seem too abrupt to either of them.

Sun Xiuyuan listened from the side, feeling a pang of jealousy.

During this meeting, his daughter gave him nothing.

Ma Ping shook his head and kindly advised:

"If I remember correctly, Brother Jiang, you have five spiritual roots, right?"

"His aptitude was already extremely poor, and on top of that, the spiritual energy in Ping'an Town was scarce."

"I'm afraid that even after twenty years of arduous cultivation, one might not be able to reach the first level of Qi Refining."

"Take my advice, brother. Instead of wasting your time, you should think of something else to do."

Jiang Fu'an smiled and didn't argue:

"Brother Ma is right. At my age, how could I dare to dream of cultivating immortality?"

"It's just a token of my daughter's affection. In the future, when she has nothing to do, she can practice it to pass the time."

Ma Ping didn't say anything more, although he knew Jiang Fu'an hadn't listened.

But once the other party has cultivated for a period of time, they will definitely regret not listening to me today.

We took the same route back, but the journey was much slower.

The reason is simple—Sun Xiuyuan couldn't take it anymore.

She came with the hope of seeing her daughter in her heart, and she could endure the bumpy journey.

Now that my wish has been fulfilled, I feel completely relaxed, as if all my bones have fallen apart.

After the carriage had been traveling for half a day, he called for a stop and said he wanted to get off and rest.

Jiang Fu'an, however, was eager to return home.

As soon as the carriage entered the territory of Ping'an Town, he hurriedly bid farewell to the two men and strode home.

He was away from home for a whole month, and he was always worried that something might go wrong.

But what you fear most is exactly what happens.

As soon as he arrived at the village entrance, Old Xu spotted him from afar and jogged over to greet him.

"Master, you're finally back! A few days ago, a thief broke into the house, and Stone was injured!"

Jiang Fu'an's heart tightened, and he quickened his pace:

"How badly is the stone damaged?"

"It's not serious! After resting for these past few days, it's fully recovered."

Old Xu followed closely beside him, then changed the subject, gritting his teeth as he said:

"Master, those thieves were actually those scum from the 'Zhenyue Martial Arts School'!"

"Zhenyue Martial Arts School? Didn't they run away long ago?"

Jiang Fu'an asked in confusion.

He remembered that after the Wang family destroyed the Rong family, they went to settle accounts with the Zhenyue Martial Arts School, but the school was already empty.

"They ran away, but somehow they managed to find their way to our house."

Boss Xu lowered his voice:

"I've been asking around these past few days and I've heard that a new group of highly skilled bandits has recently appeared on the mountain road between Ping'an Town and Qinghe Town."

"I'm guessing it's probably just those people from Zhenyue Martial Arts School who've changed their names and started this risk-free business."

Jiang Fu'an silently noted it down, deciding to consider it later, and then asked:

"Tell me in detail how the stone got injured."

"That night, I heard a noise coming from the other side of the house, so I quickly put on my clothes and went over."

"As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw three people lying on the ground, all of them dead."

"Shi Tou stood to the side, with several cuts on his body, and his clothes were stained red with blood."

At this point, Old Xu's face showed a hint of admiration:

"Later, Shi Tou said that the three people had climbed over the wall to get in."

Stone noticed them, quietly circled around behind them, and started to attack...

"I've seen those three on the battlefield; they're incredibly skilled. I definitely couldn't beat them in a one-on-one fight."

"But this kid Shi Tou has only been practicing martial arts for a few years, yet he managed to take on three people at once and finish them off so quickly."

Jiang Fu'an was also somewhat surprised when he first heard this.

He had witnessed the skills of those people at Zhenyue Martial Arts School.

No matter what, Shi Tou is just a teenager, and he hasn't been practicing martial arts for very long.

But then he remembered that Stone was injured, and a thought suddenly struck him—

Could it be that the destiny of "living towards death"... played a role at the crucial moment?

This destiny means that the closer one is to a desperate situation, the more their potential will be brought out.

Since the stone was covered in several marks, it must have been on the verge of death at the time.

As the two were talking, they arrived at the gate of the mansion.

Jiang Fu'an pushed open the door and went in, expecting to see Shi Tou lying in bed resting.

But when I looked up, I saw the boy strolling leisurely in the yard.

Hearing the noise, Shi Tou turned his head and, upon seeing Jiang Fu'an, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed joyfully:

"Father, you're back!"

As he spoke, he quickly ran towards them.

Jiang Fu'an quickly raised his hand:

"Slow down, be careful of your injury!"

Seeing that his father already knew about it, Shi Tou scratched his head sheepishly.

"Hehe, it's all over now!"