Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Even after confirming that Shi Tou's injury had indeed healed by about 70-80%, Jiang Fu'an was still somewhat worried.

Taking advantage of the brief moment, he summoned the stone's panel:

Name: Jiang Xiangchun

Lifespan: 59

Hidden injuries: 1 (reducing lifespan by 1 years)

[Destiny: Living Towards Death (Blue)]

[Spiritual Roots: Metal, Wood, Fire, Earth]

[Special Physique: Devourer (Purple)]

really!

Upon seeing the newly added words "hidden injury" followed by the smaller words "lifespan reduced by one year," Jiang Fu'an's heart sank, and he sighed inwardly.

He had long realized that once a person is injured, even if the surface heals, there will most likely be hidden injuries inside.

Ordinary people wouldn't be able to tell; they would just assume that the person has recovered.

In reality, most people have hidden injuries, and very few actually live to a ripe old age.

He waved his hand to clear the panel, his thoughts turning to the group from "Zhenyue Martial Arts School".

Why would this group of people specifically sneak into his house?

Jiang Fu'an went through it in his mind; he had only dealt with the people from this martial arts school twice at most.

One time, a few years ago, someone came to steal something at night, and he caught them red-handed, scaring them away.

Another time, Xu Laoda and his men encountered and fought the enemy on the battlefield.

Thinking of this, he turned to look at Old Xu, who was squatting under the eaves, sharpening his knife with a "snap, snap" sound.

"Brother Xu, back in the day on the battlefield, did you two brothers injure or kill anyone from the Zhenyue Martial Arts School?"

Without even thinking, Boss Xu answered:

"Boss, neither my brother nor I hurt them. Those guys are really tough; we were no match for them."

He had pondered this question countless times in his mind, so his answer was resolute.

Hearing this, Jiang Fu'an nodded thoughtfully.

If the Xu brothers hadn't become mortal enemies, then these three thieves were most likely not after them.

Could it really be that he harbored resentment because he scared away that thief back then, and now he's seizing this opportunity to take revenge?

He pondered it and felt that the possibility was quite high.

Previously, when He Miao was selected by the Miaoyin Sect, his family received a reward.

This time, I went on another long trip, leaving only women and children at home.

If that person truly harbors resentment, then it makes sense for them to come knocking on your door at this opportune moment.

"What happened to the bodies of those three people?"

Jiang Fu'an asked again.

Old Master Xu gestured with his chin toward the west:

"He's buried over at the other end of the abandoned graveyard outside the village. Does the landlord want to go and check it out?"

Jiang Fu'an remained silent for a while, then shook his head.

He had intended to go inside and see if the thief from back then was there.

But upon closer reflection, the chances of recognizing him were slim.

The moonlight was dim that night, and he couldn't see the thief's face clearly at all.

Now that it has been buried for several days, the appearance of the corpse has probably changed long ago.

But this matter cannot be left unresolved.

There's no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days.

We need to find a way to get rid of this root of the problem.

He gave the order in a deep voice:

"Boss Xu, pick a clever guy from the hunting team and have him find out the details of that newly emerged band of thieves."

"It would be best to find out exactly where they're hiding."

Upon hearing this, Old Xu's eyes lit up immediately.

He responded with a resounding "Yes," dipped the half-sharpened knife into the bucket of water, wiped his hands, and hurriedly went to make arrangements.

He had long wanted to avenge his brother, but he was outnumbered and outmatched.

Now that the owner also wants to deal with them, the chances are much better.

However, he was wrong; Jiang Fu'an had no intention of personally taking up arms.

He didn't want to cause any new hidden injuries to himself or to the stone.

Ma Ping also suffered a great loss at the hands of this group last time, and almost lost his life.

Once the information is clear, as long as it is passed on to him, the entire Wang family will naturally not let them off the hook.

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After dinner, the whole family gathered in the main room.

Jiang Fu'an took out the bundle he had brought back from Miaoyin City, a smile on his face:

"That He Miao is thinking about home, so she prepared a gift for each of you."

As he spoke, he first took out two fist-sized eggs from his bundle and handed them to Yue'er:

"This was specially made for you by your sister..."

Before I could finish speaking, Yue'er cried out "Wah!" and reached out to hug me.

"Such a big egg! I've never eaten one before!"

Jiang Fu'an was immediately at a loss for words, laughing and scolding:

"You silly girl, all you ever think about is food! This isn't for you."

"This is a half-spirit beast's egg. Your sister told you to raise it carefully. Once it hatches and grows up, it can help guard the house."

"Ah...I see."

Yue'er suddenly realized what was happening, and her excitement subsided a bit.

Jiang Fu'an then pulled out a rather heavy dagger and looked at Shi Tou:

"This was given to you by your sister. It contains the spiritual material 'purple essence iron,' which is extremely sharp."

Use it carefully, be extremely cautious, and don't hurt yourself.

Shi Tou quickly stretched out his hands and solemnly accepted it.

He gently drew the dagger, examined it carefully under the light, his eyes sparkling.

His expression didn't seem like he was looking at a weapon, but rather like he was admiring a rare treasure.

Actually, before taking out the dagger, Jiang Fu'an hesitated for a moment.

During the day, when Shi Tou recounted how he dealt with the three thieves, he noticed that the boy spoke of taking lives with the same calmness as if he were describing the slaughter of three ordinary wild beasts.

That indifference startled him.

However, the thought only flashed through my mind.

In this world where the strong rule, those who are not tough enough and ruthless enough may not live long.

Jiang Fu'an thought to himself that there was no need to deliberately restrict him.

If he encounters similar situations in the future, offer him some guidance to help him know his limits and prevent him from going down the path of bloodlust.

Then, Jiang Fu'an took out a dark red wooden box that was about five inches square.

He looked at Su Wanqing sitting to the side:

"This is from Hemiao. See if you like it?"

Su Wanqing was visibly taken aback, and asked somewhat uncertainly:

"He Miao, you even brought me a gift?"

In her memory, none of the three children were close to her.

Actually, He Miao hadn't thought of it; it was Jiang Fu'an who specifically reminded her.

But of course, this couldn't be told the truth; Jiang Fu'an spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world:

"What are you saying? You are her mother. Isn't it only natural for a daughter to buy something for her mother?"

"Don't just stand there, open it and take a look."

Su Wanqing then accepted the wooden box with both hands.

She gripped the small brass clasp with her thumb, and with a gentle pull, the lid of the box opened with a click.

The first thing that catches the eye is a small bronze mirror attached to the inside of the box lid. The mirror is polished to an extremely bright shine, clearly reflecting her face.

Inside the box, several small porcelain jars and paper packets were neatly arranged, containing various kinds of rouge and face powder.

Her eyes gradually curved into beautiful crescent moons, and the smile at the corners of her mouth could not be hidden:

"He Miao is such a thoughtful child. I really like this gift."

Finally, Jiang Fu'an pulled out a tiger doll the size of a pillow from the bottom of the bundle. It was made of colorful fabric pieces.

The tiger is depicted in a charmingly clumsy manner, with round eyes and a wide mouth, looking both majestic and adorable.

He walked to the small wooden bed by the wall, bent down, and spoke softly to Xiangqian inside:

"Xiangqian, look, this is a big tiger that your sister gave you. Do you like it?"

Xiao Xiangqian's bright eyes were immediately drawn to the bright object. With a "ee-yah" sound, he stretched out his two chubby little hands and grabbed the cloth tiger.

It started making some incomprehensible "ee-ee-ya-ya" sounds.

Although he can now vaguely call out "Dad" and "Mom," most of the time he still speaks "baby talk" that only he understands.