Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

While Jiang Fu'an was hiding in the cellar all day, burying himself in cultivation by eating spirit beast meat.

The human cultivators outside finally began to fight back against the demonic beasts.

At first, the beast tide came too fiercely, like a flood bursting its banks, and no one dared to confront it head-on.

All factions chose to temporarily retreat and shrink their defenses to avoid needlessly losing manpower.

The situation is different now.

The major forces have successfully defeated the incoming beast tide.

Under the leadership of Xuan Dan Valley, the number one sect in the cultivation world of Song Kingdom, various sects sent their disciples down the mountain to clean up the remaining demonic beasts within their territory.

Jiang Xianghe was also in this counter-offensive force.

Her cultivation level has been stuck at the peak of the early stage of Qi Refining, not because she is incapable of breaking through, but because the Foundation Establishment senior who guided her into the path had specifically instructed her on the following:

"Don't rush things in the early stages. You need to solidify your foundation and thoroughly understand all aspects of cultivation."

"With a solid foundation, you can more easily overcome the hurdle of building your foundation in the future."

She kept those words firmly in mind and patiently honed her foundation.

Moreover, they also used this beast tide to hone their skills.

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On the tenth day of Jiang Fu'an's cultivation in the cellar, a series of rapid clanging gong sounds suddenly came from outside, followed by a loud voice piercing through the soil and entering:

"The beast tide has receded! Everyone, you can come out now!"

He quickly got up, went to the periscope, picked up Yue'er who was peering through it, and leaned in to look himself.

A group of people appeared on the dirt road at the village entrance.

Leading the way were two cultivators dressed in flowing Taoist robes, their eyes sharp as they scanned the surroundings.

More than a dozen officials followed behind, clad in armor and carrying swords, seemingly searching for any elusive spirit beasts that might be hiding.

The village, which had been silent for many days, came back to life.

In every corner, the wooden planks of the cellar covered with weeds and branches were pushed open, and one after another, dusty heads poked out, squinting to adjust to the long-awaited sunlight.

Jiang Fu'an didn't look at it for long, returned the periscope to Yue'er, and turned to Xu Laoda and the others who were about to push open the wooden door of the cellar exit, and gave them instructions:

"No one should say a word about how many half-spirit beasts we hunted once we're out of here."

Upon hearing this, the excited look on Xu Laoda's face immediately vanished.

He had originally planned that once he got out, he would have a good talk with those in the village who hadn't believed in their master and hadn't dared to follow Qian in the hunting team, and finally get his revenge.

Jiang Fu'an didn't want to cause any trouble because he didn't want to flaunt his wealth.

He didn't explain much, but just added one more piece of advice:

"Also, you'd better stay in the village for the next month and don't go out."

"The beast tide has receded, but there's no guarantee that some monster might have gotten lost and is hiding in the wild."

"Yes, sir!"

The three men, including Xu Laoda, exchanged glances. Although they had some doubts, they trusted their boss completely and agreed without asking any further questions.

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Upon seeing the light of day again, Jiang Fu'an's first task was to enter the talisman room.

The hunting trip a few days ago, though short, completely depleted the twenty-odd talismans he had previously accumulated.

There's nothing we can do about it; neither he nor Stone have learned a single spell yet.

It's not that they didn't try; it's just that the two of them had limited talent in this field.

It takes repeated practice to learn.

Each practice session depletes one's magical power. In the spiritually thin environment of home, once one's magical power is exhausted, it takes a whole day of meditation to recover.

At this rate, it might take at least six months before they can even get started.

But drawing talismans is different.

Jiang Fu'an has a high talent for this, especially for beginner-level talismans of the first rank.

He can usually learn it after just a few tries, without needing to expend a lot of spiritual energy to practice.

That day, he spent a long time drawing in the talisman room until he was completely exhausted, and then he pushed open the door and came out looking tired.

As soon as I stepped into the courtyard, I bumped into Old Master Xu, who was walking briskly.

Upon seeing him, Boss Xu immediately spoke:

"Master, something's happened! The hunting party members were killed by a monster!"

"What?"

Jiang Fu'an was taken aback, and his weariness vanished instantly:

"Wasn't the beast tide over already? Tell me in detail, what happened?"

Old Xu sighed:

"They were the guys who hid in the cellar during the beast tide. After they came out and found that we had a good harvest, they regretted it a bit."

"At that time, I wanted to take Erniu Tiezhu and a group of others to the fields to look for lone half-spirit beasts."

"After hearing your instructions, the three of us naturally refused outright."

"I didn't expect them to go by themselves, and they were unlucky enough to encounter a real monster."

As he finished speaking, Boss Xu's voice lowered.

He was heartbroken, partly because of the old friendships he had with his neighbors, several of whom he had grown up with and who were now gone.

Secondly, he thought of his younger brother.

Back then, wasn't it because I didn't listen to my employer's advice that I suffered at the hands of Zhenyue Martial Arts School?

After listening, Jiang Fu'an astutely grasped a key point and pressed for an answer:

"How did they know we had a good harvest? Who let slip the word?"

Old Master Xu's face immediately turned red, and he said urgently:

"Boss, we really didn't mean to say that! We all live in front of and behind each other's houses, and when we go in and out to move things, it's inevitable that some people will notice something."

"you……"

Jiang Fu'an was about to speak when he suddenly stopped, standing there blankly.

"Master? What's wrong?"

Old Master Xu asked cautiously.

"fine."

Jiang Fu'an quickly regained his composure, his face returning to calm. He turned and went into the house to retrieve fifty taels of silver, which he then placed in Xu Laoda's hand.

"Here is fifty taels of silver. Take it and go see those families who have had trouble. If anyone is having difficulties, lend them a hand."

After seeing Boss Xu off, Jiang Fu'an couldn't hide his joy.

It wasn't that he was gloating over what those people had done, but rather that just now, the light deep within his mind had suddenly trembled.

Based on past experience, he immediately understood:

The ancestral home has been upgraded again.

He eagerly immersed his mind into the ball of light.

Strangely, there were still only those two rooms inside, and they didn't seem to have changed at all.

Puzzled, he turned his attention to the information panel next to the ball of light:

[Ancestral Home lv.3]

[Successfully inherited: 12 years]

[Owned Buildings]

[Bedroom (Eugenics): Offspring conceived in the bedroom have a significantly increased probability of developing spiritual roots, destiny, or special constitutions.]

[Ancestral Hall (Blessing): Every year, there is a certain chance to receive a blessing opportunity]

[Foundation (Spiritual Vein): If there is no spiritual vein beneath the house, the foundation will generate the effect of a low-grade first-tier spiritual vein; if a spiritual vein already exists, the foundation will enhance the spiritual vein effect.]

[Individual Rewards]

Lifespan: +100 years

[Number of copies: +1 (used to copy the destiny or special constitution of offspring)]

[Upgrade Requirements: The family must have one late-stage Qi Refining cultivator and three mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators, and possess one thousand acres of spirit fields.]

"So it turns out there's an extra 'foundation,' no wonder it wasn't visible on the surface."

Jiang Fu'an suddenly realized.

Looking at the additional architectural details, he repeatedly murmured to himself:

"Foundation...spiritual veins..."

Having gone through a period of cultivation in a barren spiritual environment, where every bit of spiritual energy had to be painstakingly drawn from.

He understood more deeply than anyone else what spiritual veins meant to a cultivation family.

That's like the foundation stone of a towering building.

Without it, the family's path of cultivation would be like water without a source or a tree without roots, destined to go nowhere and never reach great heights.

And now, the Jiang family finally has its own "foundation"!