Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

The autumn wind is rustling, and the sky is high and the clouds are light.

The wilderness was silent, with only the rustling of the wind through the withered grass.

Suddenly, a fireball the size of an infant's fist tore through the air with a whistling sound and crashed straight into the distant, cracked earth.

"boom--"

A muffled thud exploded, sending dirt and rocks flying.

Once the dust settled, a charred, shallow pit was clearly visible on the ground, with wisps of white smoke rising from its edges.

Beside him, Jiang Fu'an smiled slightly, nodded, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Since he found a cultivation environment rich in spiritual energy, he would always set aside time each day, in addition to meditating and drawing talismans, to practice his spells.

The manual "Changchun Gong" records several basic spells and their techniques.

After much deliberation, he finally chose the "Fireball" spell, which was relatively easy to learn and had decent power.

Unfortunately, his magical talent was quite ordinary, and coupled with the limited time he could practice each day, he stumbled through the learning process for several months.

It wasn't until today that it was successfully used for the first time.

Feeling that he still had some magical power left in his dantian, Jiang Fu'an decided to try again.

Just then, the sound of thunderous hooves suddenly came from afar, growing louder as they approached.

He turned his head to look.

At the end of the dirt road, a group of people were galloping towards them.

The man in the lead looked somewhat familiar.

Jiang Fu'an squinted and looked more closely.

It was Ma Ping!

Jiang Fu'an's heart skipped a beat, and his first thought was to avoid it.

He is now at the first level of Qi Refining, while Sun Xiuyuan is just a mortal, so there is no need to worry about being seen through.

But Ma Ping was different; his cultivation was already higher than his, and he could tell his strength at a glance.

Just as he was hesitating, Ma Ping, on horseback, glanced across the wilderness and happened to see him as well.

Jiang Fu'an's mind raced, and he instantly changed his mind.

He stopped thinking about hiding and instead walked confidently toward the dirt road.

Hiding now would only make one appear guilty.

As for cultivation level...

It's been almost three years since I returned from the Miaoyin Sect.

Even if one cultivates to the first level of Qi Refining, it wouldn't be considered too shocking.

At that moment, a strange woman walking beside Ma Ping caught his eye.

The woman wasn't exactly stunningly beautiful, but she had an exceptionally striking figure, being half a head taller than Ma Ping.

What was most striking was the breathtaking rise and fall of her chest, which trembled with the swaying of the horse's back, as if it were about to leap out of her clothes at any moment.

The horses were moving at great speed, and before Jiang Fu'an could even take a few more glances, the group had already rushed up to him.

He shifted his gaze to Ma Ping and called out loudly:

"Brother Ma! Where are we going?"

Ma Ping held the reins with one hand and spoke very quickly:

"The Wang family has sold their spiritual land in Qinglu Mountain. I'll escort the guests there to complete the handover—"

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence, a look of surprise flashing across his face:

"Brother Jiang, you've reached the first level of Qi Refining?"

Jiang Fu'an chuckled:

"Just a lucky break, nothing more."

Ma Ping showed no intention of stopping his horse. Just as they were about to pass each other, he clasped his hands in a fist salute on horseback:

"Brother Jiang, I have some important business to attend to now. I'll talk to you in detail later!"

"Okay, Brother Ma, take care."

Jiang Fu'an stood still, watching the group of more than ten people speed past him.

As the dust settled, he frowned slightly.

Apart from Ma Ping, only the woman with the striking figure in the entire group had spiritual energy fluctuations; the rest were at most ordinary martial artists.

The woman's aura was only slightly stronger than his, probably only at the second level of Qi Refining.

He muttered to himself:

"Strange... How could this group have the resources to buy the spirit field?"

After thinking for a while, he couldn't figure it out, so he shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Anyway, Ma Ping said he'd be back later.

Jiang Fu'an turned around and walked back to his previous spot, calmed his mind again, and began practicing the fireball technique.

Less than half an hour later, the sound of horses' hooves rang out again on the dirt road.

This time, only one horse came back from the direction of Qinglu Mountain.

On horseback was Ma Ping, who had returned after going away.

Before he even reached them, Ma Ping, still on horseback, smiled and cupped his hands in greeting:

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Jiang, on embarking on the path of immortality! May your path to immortality be everlasting!"

Jiang Fu'an was taken aback.

This is the first time someone has addressed me as a "fellow Daoist".

He quickly returned the greeting with a cupped hand, and then changed his address accordingly:

"Fellow Daoist Ma, congratulations! Your cultivation must have improved considerably since you came out of seclusion this time, right?"

Mentioning this, Ma Ping's smile faded slightly.

He leaped lightly and dismounted nimbly, then sighed:

"He has only cultivated to the peak of the third level of Qi Refining."

"The next bottleneck is something I can't break through on my own. I came out of seclusion this time to see if I could get a Spirit Gathering Pill."

"Besides, the Wang family lost two cultivators after the last beast tide, and we are short of manpower right now, so I can't stay in seclusion all day."

After saying that, he changed the subject and looked at Jiang Fu'an:

"Fellow Daoist Jiang was able to reach the first level of Qi Refining; there must have been some other fortuitous opportunity?"

Jiang Fu'an nodded and said frankly:

"Indeed. Half a year ago, during the beast tide, I was lucky enough to hunt a few semi-spirit beasts. With the Qi-Nourishing Pills my daughter gave me, I barely managed to advance to the first level of Qi Refining a few days ago."

"I see."

Ma Ping looked enlightened, then his tone was filled with admiration:

"I never expected Fellow Daoist Jiang to be such a determined person. With the aptitude of five spiritual roots, he managed to step into the path of cultivation in an environment with scarce spiritual energy."

He paused, as if remembering something, then shook his head and smiled.

"Looking back now, I'm quite ashamed that I advised you not to waste your time on spiritual practice a few years ago."

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Ma, you flatter me. I was just lucky."

Jiang Fu'an waved his hand, his tone sincere:

"If I could cultivate to the peak of the early stage of Qi Refining like Fellow Daoist Ma in this lifetime, I would be completely satisfied."

After exchanging a few polite words, he took the opportunity to ask:

"I heard a few days ago that the Wang family plans to sell the spiritual fields of Qinglu Mountain."

"Was that woman from earlier the buyer?"

"It's her."

Ma Ping nodded, then a mysterious smile appeared on his lips:

"Don't you think that with her Qi Refining Level 2 cultivation, how could she possibly afford a spirit field?"

Jiang Fu'an honestly admitted:

"I am indeed somewhat curious."

Ma Ping didn't keep them in suspense and explained with great interest:

"That's because she wasn't the one who paid for it. You know the Lu family in Qixia Town to the south, right?"

"Lu Xuan Chen, the most famous genius of the contemporary Lu family, paid the bill for her."

Jiang Fu'an naturally knew about the Lu family.

But he had never heard of the name Lu Xuanchen before.

What puzzled him even more was how a genius cultivator from a powerful family could give that woman such a large sum of money.

Ma Ping noticed the confusion on his face, chuckled, and lowered his voice to say:

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, you seem to know quite little about the cultivation world in the vicinity. You've never even heard of Lu Xuan Chen's name."

"This person successfully established his foundation at the age of thirty, and he has a remarkable talent in the art of formations. He is now a first-level formation master."

He paused, a mischievous glint in his smile:

"However, what this person is most famous for is neither his cultivation level nor his talent in formations, but rather... his fear of his wife."

"That woman on horseback just now was Lu Xuan Chen's secret Daoist partner."

"Buying that house and spirit field on Qinglu Mountain was the temporary residence that Lu Xuanchen arranged for her."

Hearing this, Jiang Fu'an finally understood.

No wonder Ma Ping's eyes lit up when he talked about this.

Ma Ping has been overshadowed by his wife, Wang Zhiyue, for many years.

Hearing that a thirty-year-old Foundation Establishment genius cultivator is actually afraid of his wife, one can't help but feel a strange sense of resonance.