Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

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A cry of an eagle pierced the sky.

Immediately afterwards, two giant, fiery red eagles folded their wings and swooped down from the clouds, landing steadily in the Jiang family's courtyard.

One of them folded its wings and landed on Yue'er's raised arm, its sharp beak close to her ear, making a rapid "coo-coo" sound.

Yue'er listened intently, her expression gradually changing.

A moment later, she suddenly turned her head and screamed towards the roof:

"Father! The beast tide is coming! So many monsters are heading this way!"

Jiang Fu'an was also gazing towards the Misty Mountain Range, but he hadn't discovered anything yet.

Upon hearing this, he did not hesitate for a moment and immediately shouted in a deep voice into the courtyard:

"Boss Xu, Shi Tou, Yue'er, get to the cellar immediately!"

Without asking any further questions, the group quickly rushed to the cellar entrance covered with straw mats in the corner of the courtyard and filed down the wooden ladder.

Jiang Fu'an's last action.

He quickly searched the courtyard, confirming that everything had been put in order and that no living creatures or food had been left behind that could attract the monsters.

He bent down and crawled into the cellar, pulled up the wooden plank above his head, and pushed a wooden bolt on the inside to lock the exit securely.

The cellar was dug very deep and very spacious.

Because the village is close to the Misty Mountain Range, it is prone to beast tides every few years, so every household has a place to hide.

Jiang Fu'an's was built with great effort.

The interior is divided into seven or eight compartments, with hidden ventilation holes carved high in the walls, providing ventilation while remaining difficult to detect from the outside.

The rice, grains, and cured meat currently stored inside are enough to feed about ten people for more than half a year.

After Jiang Fu'an came down, he ignored the murmurs of the crowd and went straight to a bamboo tube embedded in the earthen wall.

The bamboo tube was as thick as his arm, with one end sticking upwards out of the ground.

He brought one eye close to the glass mirror at the bottom of the bamboo tube and looked inside.

The view outside was presented to me with perfect clarity.

This is a "periscope" that he made himself.

The principle is quite simple: it uses two glass mirrors placed at a 45-degree angle to refract light twice, allowing you to see the ground around the bend.

He had done it in a craft class in his previous life, never expecting it to come in such a useful way in this life.

About fifteen minutes later, Jiang Fu'an felt a slight tremor in his hand that was resting on the bamboo tube.

Immediately afterwards, the tremors became more and more obvious, turning into a rumbling sound coming from above, as if a thousand troops were galloping past along the ground.

In the periscope's field of view, blurry shadows began to flash by.

Crimson, pitch black, and eerie green—they moved so fast their shapes were indistinguishable; all that could be seen was that countless demonic beasts were running wildly.

This terrifying commotion lasted for about ten breaths before suddenly disappearing into the distance.

Soon, the ground stopped trembling, and there was nothing in sight except for slowly falling dust.

Jiang Fu'an slowly turned the bamboo tube, and the glass mirror captured the scenery around the house.

The courtyard wall was intact, the woodpile hadn't collapsed, and the group of monsters didn't bother to stay in this small village for even a moment.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his gaze suddenly froze.

Outside the gate of the mansion, a large, muscular wild boar appeared out of nowhere.

This beast was the size of a calf, with bristles all over its body standing on end like steel needles, its skin a dark reddish-black, and two curved fangs protruding from its lips.

It lowered its head, its nose rummaging aimlessly in the mud, wandering around without a destination.

Jiang Fu'an was very familiar with this kind of semi-spirit beast, but his family had raised them before.

It is the offspring of a first-tier monster "Sharpback Boar" and an ordinary wild boar.

But this one in front of me is clearly different from the domesticated ones.

Its eyes were cloudy and fierce, and its hooves kicked up clouds of dust as it pawed the ground, giving it an unapproachable appearance.

In fact, those who come from the Misty Mountains are hardly easy to mess with.

Jiang Fu'an didn't move, waiting patiently.

The herd has just passed, and there's no guarantee that some might fall behind.

He continued to observe patiently through the periscope.

Another fifteen minutes passed, and the half-spirit pig seemed to have had enough of wandering around.

Suddenly, he turned his head and walked towards the gate of the Jiang family mansion.

Jiang Fu'an knew he couldn't wait any longer.

He immediately ordered, "Stone, grab your weapon. You go out first. Be careful."

"Understood, Father!"

Stone had been waiting impatiently, and upon hearing this, he grabbed the long knife leaning against the wall.

He then tied several short spears, each about a foot long, with leather ropes and carried them on his back, using both his hands and feet to climb the wooden ladder.

Jiang Fu'an followed closely behind.

He had just pushed open a crack in the cellar planks and hadn't even peeked out when he heard an extremely horrific scream from outside!

He hurriedly climbed up and saw that outside the courtyard gate, the half-spirit pig had collapsed on the ground, its limbs twitching.

A short spear was stuck in the center of its forehead, with only the short end of the spear protruding out, deeply embedded in its flesh.

But the stone has vanished without a trace.

A hint of approval flashed in Jiang Fu'an's eyes.

The batch of short spears that Sun Xiuyuan sent last time were incredibly sharp. Combined with Shi Tou's "Heaven and Earth Throw" technique, which he had practiced diligently, they were truly powerful weapons for dealing with these tough-skinned, thick-skinned semi-spirit beasts.

He didn't have time to think much; with a light leap, he scaled the low courtyard wall and looked out over the village.

Periscopes have a limited field of view, so you must confirm the situation with your own eyes.

His pupils quickly contracted.

Near the threshing ground at the west end of the village, six or seven gray shadows could be vaguely seen wandering around—they were half-spirit wolves!

Stone's figure, hunched over, was using the houses and haystacks for cover as he quickly made his way in that direction.

That kid is incredibly audacious!

Jiang Fu'an frowned slightly, knowing that this was not the time to hesitate.

He climbed over the wall and quickly gave instructions to Yue'er and Boss Xu who followed him out:

"Yue'er, send the Fiery Eagle into the air and keep an eye on the area around the village. Immediately alert us if there is any unusual activity!"

"Boss Xu, take two men and go to the gate to bring back the carcass of the prey. Be careful to clean up the bloodstains."

Xu Laoda was initially a little apprehensive, but upon hearing that the matter had been resolved so quickly, his spirits immediately lifted, and he replied, "Yes."

He then waved to the two men behind him who had just climbed out of the cellar:

"Let's go! The master has ordered us to move the game!"

The three of them quickly arrived at the courtyard gate.

Upon seeing the half-spirit pig's corpse up close, everyone couldn't help but gasp in horror.

The beast lay on the ground like a small mountain of flesh, its body covered in bristles as hard as iron spikes, its fangs half a foot long. Even though it was dead, its ferocious appearance still sent chills down one's spine.

A man tried to lift the pig's hind leg, his face turning red with effort:

"Boss Xu, he's very heavy, I'm afraid we can't lift him."

Another person chimed in:

"How about we go to the other cellars and call a few more helpers?"

Old Xu shook his head, his tone resolute:

"No. Since they chose to hide in the cellar, let them stay hidden."

He understood that his employer wanted to take this opportunity to eliminate a group of people who were not loyal enough.

We can't let them come back now.

He turned back to the yard, found a thick hemp rope, tied it to the pig's hind leg, and the three of them worked together, gritting their teeth and dragging it back step by step.

Meanwhile, Jiang Fu'an had already arrived at the west side of the village.

The threshing ground was a complete mess.

Four short spears were stuck diagonally in the ground, one of which had pinned a half-spirit wolf firmly to the yellow earth, its blood gushing out and seeping into the ground.

The other three failed, sinking deep into the soil.

Five surviving half-spirit wolves were frantically pouncing and biting around the rock. They moved swiftly and coordinated perfectly, creating gusts of foul wind.

The stones, however, remained perfectly still.

The lightness talisman on his leg glowed faintly, and he moved with the speed of the wind.

He brandished his longsword, displaying masterful Wind and Thunder Sword Technique. The blade flashed, creating an impenetrable barrier around him.

As the blade flashed, two wolves had already had their flesh ripped open, bleeding profusely.