Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Inside the ancestral hall, Jiang Fu stood quietly and slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes, which had been calm, were now sparkling with surprise.

This stroke of good fortune is finally an opportunity that can improve his cultivation speed.

The information indicates that at 3:45 PM tomorrow, there will be unusual ground movement in the direction of the Misty Mountain Range.

Jiang Fu'an understood that the so-called "earth vein anomaly" was actually the earthquake he had talked about in his previous life.

According to Fu Yuan's prediction, when an earthquake occurs, the monsters in the mountains will be frightened and run wildly all over the mountains.

At the foot of the mountain range near Ping'an Town, there is a Qingling Tree that will temporarily lose its guardian beast.

As long as he follows the route given by Fu Yuan, he will have a quarter of an hour to safely pick the Green Spirit Fruit from the tree.

The message stated that this was a first-tier spiritual fruit that could be consumed, but its specific effects were not detailed.

But none of that matters.

As long as the fruit contains spiritual energy, he can use it to aid his cultivation by eating it raw.

The only problem is that he must be near the Misty Mountains when the earthquake occurs.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be enough time to pick the fruit.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fu'an frowned slightly.

He wasn't worried about himself, but about his family.

Although the house is newly built and quite sturdy, it might collapse if it can't withstand an earthquake.

But he's not home, what will happen to his wife and children?

What's more troublesome is that he couldn't possibly mention the earthquake in advance.

Otherwise, the source of the information cannot be explained.

After pacing around the ancestral hall for a while, Jiang Fu'an finally made up his mind.

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In the open space in the backyard, Stone stood holding his breath, deep in thought.

His figure was as upright as a pine tree, his eyes fixed on a thick wooden board standing more than ten meters away.

He was holding a pebble the size of a finger in his right hand.

Suddenly, Stone's shoulders slumped, and his arm lashed out like a bowstring!

With a soft "whoosh," the pebble flew through the air.

Immediately afterwards, with a crisp "crack," the wooden plank in the distance split in two.

Footsteps could be heard at the gate of the courtyard.

Jiang Fu'an, who had just walked in, witnessed this scene and stopped in his tracks, his eyes showing approval.

"Excellent, this strike was accurate and ruthless, quick and stealthy, much more practical than drawing a bow and nocking an arrow."

Stone turned his head, a smile spreading across his face:

"Father, why don't you learn this 'All or Nothing Throw' technique too?"

Jiang Fu'an smiled and waved his hand:

"I can't learn kung fu as fast as you young people, so I won't waste my time."

Now that he can cultivate, he naturally doesn't want to spend his time on worldly martial arts anymore.

Moreover, his plan in this life is to manage the family steadily, and he will probably have very few opportunities to personally fight against others in the future.

He walked up to the stone and whispered:

"I have to go out tomorrow afternoon. I'll leave the house to you."

"If any danger arises, you must protect your mother and younger brother immediately, understand?"

As for Yue'er, he didn't give any special instructions.

That girl has a "lucky star shining upon her" destiny and has also practiced the "Soaring Cloud Steps," so she should be able to protect herself without any worries.

Besides, this house is newly built, and the beams and pillars are solid. Even if there is an earthquake, the possibility of it collapsing is not high.

Unlike multi-story buildings, single-story houses don't necessarily kill people instantly if they collapse.

Shi Tou blinked, somewhat puzzled as to why his father was suddenly giving him such instructions.

But he had always believed that his father was omnipotent and that what he said made sense, so he nodded seriously:

"Father, I understand. You can go in peace."

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The next day at noon, the sun was blazing.

Jiang Fu'an quickly finished the rice in his bowl, then picked up the bamboo basket in the corner and went out the door.

Shenshi 3:40 means around 3 PM.

This time, the time given by Fuyuan was not as eerie as the last time they explored the cave at night, so there was no need to be on tenterhooks anymore.

Summer rains are plentiful, and weeds grow wildly in the fields.

Along the way, Jiang Fu'an encountered many farmers squatting in the fields weeding, carrying baskets on their backs.

He blended in unnoticed and easily reached the edge of the forest he usually went into for hunting.

Further ahead lies the real wilderness.

Wild animals are frequently seen during the day, and if we were to run into one, it would be troublesome if it delayed our business.

Fortune only gave us a quarter of an hour; not a moment could be wasted.

He found a rock by the edge of the woods and sat down, gazing at the distant, vast, and continuous mountain shadows.

The Misty Mountain Range lies across the sky, its upper half shrouded in a hazy mist year-round, making it difficult to see clearly.

A few days ago, when I was chatting with Miao Ruolan, she mentioned this mountain range to me.

It is said that this mountain range stretches for thousands of miles and connects more than ten countries.

Countless high-level demonic beasts lurk deep within the mountains and forests, and even the Xuan Dan Valley, the number one sect in the Song Kingdom, dares not venture too far.

As the sun slowly moved westward, the shadows in the woods gradually lengthened.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Jiang Fu'an suddenly felt a slight vibration under his feet.

His heart tightened, and he immediately stood up.

The tremors became more and more noticeable, and the pebbles on the ground began to bounce and rustle.

Almost simultaneously, a series of beast roars came from the direction of the Misty Mountain Range.

The sounds came in layers, growing louder as they approached, filled with panic and violence.

Immediately afterwards, he saw dark figures rise from the depths of the mountains and soar into the sky.

Despite the great distance, the silhouettes of those figures as they spread their wings were still so enormous that they were breathtaking.

The roar of the beast pierced the sky, making people's eardrums tingle.

Jiang Fu'an's legs felt weak, and he instinctively wanted to turn around and run away.

Fortunately, the dark figures did not fly in this direction, but instead flew higher and higher, gradually becoming a few small dots on the horizon.

Without looking back, he took a deep breath, used the "Soaring Cloud Step," and shot towards the mountain range like an arrow.

The ground continued to shake, and gravel rolled around.

Fortunately, he had a solid foundation in light-body skills, and although his steps were a little unsteady, he never lost his balance.

He strictly followed the route suggested by Fu Yuan, weaving through the woods.

The wild animals in the forest were also thrown into panic.

In the distance, the sound of tree branches snapping could be heard intermittently, mixed with the cries of unknown animals.

Fortunately, there were no wild animals on the road he traveled.

Even when he occasionally caught a glimpse of fleeing figures, the beasts paid no heed to attack him, focusing only on escaping for their lives.

The earthquake did not last long.

In less than half an incense stick's time, the tremors underfoot gradually subsided.

Jiang Fu'an's heart tightened, and he immediately increased his speed to the maximum.

From now on, time must be strictly calculated:

Pick the Green Spirit Fruit within fifteen minutes, then immediately leave.

Otherwise, if the demonic beast guarding the Azure Spirit Tree were to return, he would probably lose his life here.

The closer they got to the foot of the mountain, the clearer the monster's figure became.

Through the sparse trees, he could clearly see the figures rushing about in the mountains.

Some are the size of a cow with a single horn on their head, while others are entirely red with a barbed tail.

They were clearly still in shock, running blindly through the mountains and forests.

Jiang Fu'an felt a growing sense of unease:

What if these monsters spot them from afar and then chase after them...?

The moment this thought arose, the ground beneath our feet trembled once more!