Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Eight months later, on the earthen ridge by the field.

"Beep! Beep!"

A short whistle cut across the quiet fields, and two fiery red eagles responded by flapping their wings and taking off from Yue'er's wrist.

They circled briefly in the air before flying straight towards the Misty Mountain Range to the north.

Yue'er put down the copper whistle, watched the eagle's shadow turn into a black dot, then turned around and ran towards Jiang Fu'an, who was sitting on the edge of the field.

She braced herself with her hands and hung on her father's back, her head peeking out from his shoulder, her bright black eyes peering into his hands:

"Dad! What interesting thing are you looking at?"

Jiang Fu'an slammed the book shut and turned to look at her:

"Why did you come here? Didn't I tell you to train the Firehawk to identify its prey?"

Last month, when the eagles' wings had grown strong enough, he instructed Yue'er to teach them to distinguish between wild beasts, semi-spirit beasts, demon beasts, and cultivators who fly in the sky.

Eagle eyes can see extremely far. If you really master it, it's like having an extra pair of eyes that can see a thousand miles, making it much easier to patrol the mountains and explore the way in the future.

Yue'er wrapped her arms around his neck and said affectionately:

"I'm training them! I just sent them to scout out over the Misty Mountain to see if there are any traces of monsters."

After she finished speaking, she tilted her head and looked at the closed booklet in Jiang Fu'an's hand.

Jiang Fu'an pried open her small hands that were wrapped around his neck and gently pushed her to the ground:

"Then go hunt with Stone, and practice your 'Soaring Cloud Step' while you're at it."

After sending Yue'er away, he reopened the booklet and continued his study.

This is the dual cultivation manual called "Dragon and Phoenix Twin Cauldrons Technique" that I obtained from the storage ring.

Since neither Su Wanqing nor Miao Ruolan had spiritual roots, this cultivation technique was not of much use to him for the time being, so he had not looked at it in detail.

But ever since he married Miao Ruolan, he has had to take care of two wives at the same time, and his 31-year-old body has gradually become somewhat unable to keep up.

A few days ago, I suddenly remembered that this manual contained a bedroom secret technique called "The Secret of Locking the Dragon".

It is said to not only strengthen the body's foundation and enhance sexual ability.

It can also lock in one's vital energy, preventing it from being depleted by beauty.

He was naturally tempted by such a secret technique.

You can look through it at home, but if the two ladies see it, you'll lose face big time.

He could only secretly ponder it while out hunting.

"Hey——!"

After an unknown amount of time, a loud eagle's cry suddenly pierced the air, startling Jiang Fu'an from his beautiful reading.

He looked up and saw two red dots swooping down rapidly on the horizon, disappearing into the grass not far away in the blink of an eye. They were the two fiery eagles.

Yue'er squatted there, touching the eagle's neck, and listening to their low "screeching" calls.

A moment later, Yue'er ran towards him:

"Father! Little Eagle reports that we just spotted three more cultivators flying in the sky near the Misty Mountains to the north!"

"Found something else?"

Jiang Fu'an's expression turned serious.

Since the earthquake more than half a year ago, the number of high-altitude cultivators, which were rarely seen in the Ping'an Town area, has gradually increased.

Sometimes he could see streaks of light flashing across the sky from his own yard, heading straight towards Misty Mountain.

"Could something have happened over there?"

He often went hunting in the Misty Mountains. If any strange changes occurred, he had to find out as soon as possible to avoid getting into trouble himself.

Unfortunately, after each instance of good fortune appearing at the "ancestral hall," it takes about a year before it can reappear, so there's no hope for it right now.

He pondered for a while, then suddenly remembered Sun Xiuyuan.

Although that person was just an ordinary person, he was, after all, the local official in charge of a county, and his information network was much better than mine.

Besides, three days later is the full moon celebration for Sun Xiuyuan's youngest son, and I have received an invitation from him. I can take this opportunity to sound him out.

Indeed, at the age of forty-five, Sun Xiuyuan had another son.

Not long after returning from Miaoyin Sect, he took a young concubine, who became pregnant within a few months.

Jiang Fu'an privately pondered that this Magistrate Sun probably felt that the account Sun Zhiwei was ruined and could not be relied upon in the future, so he simply started a new account.

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Three days later, at the Sun family mansion in Ping'an Town.

The house was as lively as a market.

There were about twenty tables set up inside and outside the courtyard for a banquet, with the sounds of clinking glasses, laughter, and children playing all mixed together.

The guests who came and went were well-dressed and were mostly prominent figures in the town.

Jiang Fu'an sat at a corner table, watching Sun Xiuyuan move among the other guests from afar.

Today, the county magistrate was dressed in a dark red brocade robe with subtle patterns. Although his temples were already graying, he was still in good spirits. He was exchanging pleasantries with a local gentry, his smile was warm and his responses were impeccable.

Jiang Fu'an looked on, and sighed inwardly:

Such connections and skills are something I can't even begin to match.

It wasn't until the sun was setting and most of the guests had left that Sun Xiuyuan finally had a chance to walk over to his table, lift his robe, and sit down beside him, letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Finally, I can catch my breath."

The maidservant brewed hot tea again.

Jiang Fu'an picked up the glass, took a sip, and before asking about the important matter, said:

"Why didn't Brother Ma come today?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Xiuyuan shook his head with a wry smile:

"I went to invite him specifically. Who knew that this kid had gone into seclusion, saying that he would not come out until he broke through to the mid-stage of Qi Refining."

"Mid-stage Qi Refining?"

Jiang Fu'an was taken aback.

If I remember correctly, Ma Ping, like him, possessed five elemental spiritual roots.

He knew all too well how difficult it was for someone with such talent to cultivate.

Even now that the Wang family has that spiritual vein, their cultivation speed can be slightly faster.

However, the bottleneck from the early to the middle stage of Qi Refining cannot be overcome simply by cultivation.

The worse the qualifications, the more entrenched the bottleneck.

It is said that cultivators with five spiritual roots have virtually no chance of breaking through on their own without the aid of breakthrough pills.

Even if the Wang family had the Qi Gathering Pill, how could they possibly give it to a son-in-law from another family?

Sun Xiuyuan was clearly not optimistic either, and sighed:

"I tried to persuade him a few times, but he seemed determined not to."

"Judging from this, if he really refuses to change his mind, I'm afraid I'll never see him again in this lifetime."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Jiang Fu'an returned to the main topic:

"Brother Sun, in the past few months, I have often seen cultivators flying towards the Misty Mountain Range from my courtyard."

"Have you heard what happened over there?"

Sun Xiuyuan listened without showing any surprise, and responded calmly:

"It's not a big deal. About half a year ago, an earthquake there cracked several mineral veins in Misty Mountain."

"I heard that quite a few spirit ores have been exposed. Most of the ones you saw were probably rogue cultivators trying their luck."

He looked up at Jiang Fu'an, his tone becoming more serious:

"But Brother Fu'an, don't even think about getting involved there."

"With the appearance of mineral veins, there will inevitably be fierce competition. Moreover, the Misty Mountain is inherently dangerous, not to mention the poisonous miasma and monsters."

"Nowadays, the world is a mixed bag, and murder and robbery are probably common occurrences."

"One wrong move and you could lose your life."

"Don't worry, Brother Sun, I know how dangerous it is."

Jiang Fu'an agreed verbally, but a thought was already running through his mind:

It's almost been a year since the last stroke of good fortune.

If good fortune comes next time, could it be related to this emerging mineral vein?