Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

This sudden question stunned Stone.

He was so engrossed in gnawing on the rare semi-spirit beast meat that he hadn't paid any attention to what the two people at the table were saying.

Seeing his puzzled look, Wang Zhiyue wasn't displeased and repeated herself:

"Stone, would you like to come to our Wang family?"

"After you arrive, you'll not only have half-spirit beast meat to eat every day, but you'll also be able to become a cultivator who can fly and escape into the earth, just like your sister He Miao."

Of course, Stone wanted to.

Eating meat every day, you can even fly and disappear into the earth.

This is the life every child hopes for.

But he didn't agree immediately. Instead, he blinked and turned to look at Jiang Fu'an:

"I'll listen to my father."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Zhiyue's smile froze slightly.

She hadn't expected that this father and son would be so difficult to persuade.

After Jiang Fu'an learned of this refusal, he could no longer continue eating.

He immediately stood up, cupped his hands, and said:

"Master Wang, I still have some miscellaneous matters to attend to at home, so I'll take my leave now."

Wang Zhiyue also stood up, her face still bearing a gentle and dignified smile:

"Since Fu'an has something to do, I won't force him to stay."

"Please reconsider what I just said, you and Shi Tou. The Wang family's doors will always be open for Shi Tou."

"Thank you for your kindness, Master. I will definitely think it over carefully when I get back."

After Jiang Fu'an finished speaking, he took Shi Tou's hand and walked outside.

Shi Tou glanced back at the unfinished meat on the table, feeling a little reluctant, but still obediently followed his father out the door.

Only after the footsteps of the father and son had faded into the distance did Wang Zhiyue slowly put away her smile.

She turned around, her gaze falling on Ma Ping, who was still slowly picking at his food, her tone icy:

"Aren't you on good terms with Jiang Fu'an? Why didn't you say a word in his defense just now?"

Ma Ping looked up and smiled:

"Brother Fu'an knows my situation in the Wang family. If I were to offer advice, it would likely backfire."

Wang Zhiyue frowned:

"What do you mean by that? Are you implying that my Wang family has wronged you?"

Ma Ping stopped talking, picked up another piece of food with his chopsticks, and slowly chewed it.

Wang Zhiyue stared at him for a moment, then finally snorted coldly and walked out the door.

As she approached the threshold, she paused, casually tossing out a sentence:

"If you can break through to the mid-stage of Qi Refining... I will allow you to enter my room."

Ma Ping reached for his chopsticks in the dish, but suddenly stopped in mid-air.

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Jiang Fu'an led the stone all the way out of Ping'an Town, until they were out of sight, then he asked in a low voice:

"Stone, how much half-spirit beast meat did you eat just now?"

Stone patted its round belly and smacked its lips contentedly:

"So much! I'm so full!"

"Then let's hurry home, and Dad will teach you the Everlasting Spring Kung Fu."

After saying that, he took the lead and started jogging along the dirt road.

Although Stone didn't understand, he still strode along to keep up.

Stones possess the four spiritual roots of metal, wood, fire, and earth, making the wood-attribute "Eternal Spring Technique" a perfect fit.

For now, let's start with this method to get started. If we have the opportunity in the future, we can always find a better one.

He was in such a hurry because he wanted to test how much benefit half-spirit beast meat could provide for cultivation.

The spiritual energy in food is more easily refined into magical power than the energy that drifts between heaven and earth.

Although it is far less effective than elixirs, spiritual food is cheap and readily available, and there is no risk of elixirs causing poisoning.

Those cultivators who have the means almost never miss a meal of spiritual food.

Jiang Fu'an felt that, under the influence of the "devouring body," the effect of him and Shi Tou cultivating by eating spiritual food was probably much stronger than that of ordinary people.

This idea had been lingering in my mind for a long time, but the number of semi-spirit beasts I kept at home was limited, so I couldn't just slaughter them at will.

Today's meal is a perfect opportunity for an experiment.

Seeing that there was no one in the wilderness, the father and son simultaneously used the "Soaring Cloud Step".

With a swift movement, his body moved like a wild goose skimming the ground, his speed increasing dramatically.

The journey home, which would normally take an hour, was completed in just fifteen minutes.

Pushing open the door, Jiang Fu'an first informed Su Wanqing, who was waiting, that he was safe. Then, he pulled Shi Tou into the bedroom and began to teach her the magic behind closed doors.

The candlelight flickered all night.

After observing the stone all night and listening to its own feedback, he finally came to a conclusion:

Consuming a belly full of semi-spirit beast meat aids in cultivation, with an effect roughly equivalent to one-tenth of a Qi-Nourishing Pill.

This result thrilled him.

This means that even without elixirs, as long as there is enough spiritual food, Shi Tou has the potential to break through to the first level of Qi Refining within three years!

From then on, Jiang Fu'an's focus in life became increasingly clear.

As a local landlord, he no longer needed to personally handle many of the miscellaneous affairs of his estate.

Apart from needing to go into the mountains to hunt every few days to supplement their meat supply, he and Shi Tou spent most of their time alternating between martial arts training and meditation.

Practicing martial arts consumes physical strength, while cultivating oneself requires mental effort.

With a balance of work and rest, progress was surprisingly smooth.

In the midst of these peaceful days, an unexpected incident occurred that left Jiang Fu'an both amused and exasperated.

That afternoon, he was practicing martial arts with Shi Tou in the backyard.

Miao Ruolan suddenly came looking for her.

Several months have passed, and she has recovered from the shock of the spiritual root test, her face regaining its former radiance.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, she waved to the stone, her expression mysterious:

"Stone, I have something to say to your father. Go play in the front yard for a while."

Stone was honest, and seeing that his father didn't stop him, he obediently went ahead.

Jiang Fu'an looked at Miao Ruolan curiously:

"What's so mysterious?"

Miao Ruolan didn't rush to answer. She first peeked into the backyard to make sure there was no one else there before lowering her voice to probe:

"Master, you have three children, two of whom possess spiritual roots... You are a person of great fortune. May I ask you for a favor?"

Seeing her like this, Jiang Fu'an couldn't help but chuckle:

"You have to tell me what it is first. How can I know if you can do it if you don't explain clearly?"

In recent days, Miao Ruolan has not only told him a lot of common knowledge about the cultivation world, but also taught him all her skills in making talismans.

In a sense, he was half a mentor to me.

He would naturally lend a helping hand as long as it was within his power.

Miao Ruolan looked around again before speaking softly:

"Could you have a baby for me?"

Jiang Fu'an was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

Once I understood the meaning behind her words, a sense of absurdity washed over me.

He immediately shook his head, his tone resolute:

"I can't help with this. I can't let my own flesh and blood take someone else's surname."

"Besides, even if we help you get pregnant, the chances of giving birth to a child with spiritual roots are extremely slim. Why put yourself through all that trouble?"

Actually, Jiang Fu'an, being a time traveler, wasn't so old-fashioned when it came to his child's surname.

What he was truly worried about was what would happen if he actually helped Miao Ruolan conceive a child with extraordinary talent.

If the news leaks out, he might be arrested and become a tool for some family to "breed".

Of course, he could also unbind the "bedroom" before taking action.

In this way, they are unlikely to give birth to offspring with spiritual roots.

But wouldn't doing that be the same as getting something for free?

Not to mention that Miao Ruolan will be burdened by this child without spiritual roots for the rest of her life.

He simply couldn't bring himself to do it.