Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Jiang Fu'an and Ma Ping talked for almost an hour.

At first, they were just gossiping about Lu Xuanchen of the Lu family and that busty female cultivator, but later the conversation gradually turned to cultivation.

The two of them chatted back and forth, exchanging their experiences with meditation and breathing exercises.

It wasn't until the sun was setting that Ma Ping mounted his horse and took his leave.

Jiang Fu'an watched the other person leave, thinking that the next time they would meet would be a long time from now.

Unexpectedly, just after noon the next day, the courtyard gate was pounded on.

Jiang Fu'an opened the courtyard gate and saw Ma Ping standing outside. He skipped the pleasantries and immediately asked:

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, did you see Yun Shu pass by last night?"

Yun Shu—that's the busty woman who recently bought the large tract of spiritual land from the Wang family.

"I didn't see him."

Jiang Fu'an answered truthfully, and seeing that his face was pale and his breathing was rapid, he couldn't help but ask:

"What happened?"

Ma Ping gritted his teeth and cursed:

"That bitch! She swindled our Wang family terribly!"

"Last night she led a group of people and dug up all the spiritual soil from hundreds of acres of spiritual fields. Now, she and the soil have vanished without a trace!"

Stealing spiritual soil?

Jiang Fu'an was taken aback; he had never heard of anyone stealing this before.

Seeing Ma Ping's eyes turn red with anger, he understood:

The money for that land purchase has probably not yet been paid to the Wang family.

He asked in confusion:

"Isn't Yun Shu Lu Xuanchen's Daoist partner? Why don't you go to Lu Xuanchen and demand her back?"

Ma Ping shook his head and smiled bitterly, his smile full of frustration:

"We were all wrong! She has absolutely nothing to do with Lu Xuanchen..."

"This woman is such a good actress, she speaks so flawlessly that she completely fooled us."

Jiang Fu'an was speechless for a moment.

The Wang family is considered a family that cultivates immortality, yet they were tricked like this.

However, he kept these thoughts to himself, but verbally offered the following advice:

"She's carrying so much spiritual soil, her movements must be cumbersome. If we ride a fast horse to chase after her now, we might be able to intercept her?"

"Wang Zhiyue has already led people to chase after them."

"We just don't know which direction she fled to, and we don't have enough manpower to cover it all."

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, and Nephew Xiangchun, could you also help us chase after them for a while?"

"Okay, I'll go get Stone right now."

Jiang Fu'an answered readily.

The risks involved are entirely up to you.

You can pursue it seriously, or you can just pretend.

Even if we do find that group of people, we don't necessarily have to take action. Sending a message to the Wang family would be enough.

Moreover, he had another motive for helping.

If those depleted spiritual fields can be gradually restored, it might be worth considering taking them over at a low price.

When Jiang Fu'an arrived at the gate with Shi Tou, Ma Ping had already brought three horses.

That was no ordinary horse, but a semi-spirited horse with shoulders taller than a person and bulging tendons.

Jiang Fu'an looked up at the horse's back and hesitated before saying:

"Fellow Daoist Ma, neither Shi nor I have ever ridden such a spirit horse."

"rest assured!"

Ma Ping's tone was relaxed:

"These horses are extremely well-trained and easier to handle than ordinary horses. Just mount them and sit firmly."

He then pointed to the loess road in the northwest direction:

"I'll trouble you two to follow this road towards Blackrock Town. If you see any suspicious convoys, please be on the lookout!"

There are a lot of spiritual soil, hundreds of acres in total, which cannot be contained in just a few storage bags.

The other party must have used a means of transportation such as a horse-drawn carriage.

"good!"

Jiang Fu'an agreed and patted Shi Tou on the shoulder.

The two men stepped into the stirrups and mounted the saddle. The half-spirit horse was indeed docile, only snorting softly.

Jiang Fu'an gently spurred the horse's belly, and the horse shot off like an arrow, the wind whistling past their ears.

He leaned forward slightly, gripping the reins tightly, but his mind drifted away:

When I have more money in the future, I'll raise a few horses like these.

I remember He Miao saying that only cultivators at the late stage of Qi Refining can barely control flying artifacts to travel long distances, but I am still far from the late stage of Qi Refining.

Currently, horseback riding is the most practical way to get physical movement.

The horse was moving at great speed, and in a few undulations, the houses of Xujia Village shrank into a blurry shadow in the distance.

The fields on both sides of the official road are a blend of green and yellow, and the mountains rise and fall in the distance.

Jiang Fu'an glanced at the stone beside him and asked:

"Stone, if we really catch up with those thieves, what do you think we should do?"

Shi Tou was taken aback, clearly not expecting his father to suddenly test him.

He had long been accustomed to following his father's arrangements and rarely thought about these things on his own initiative.

After thinking for a moment, he cautiously replied:

"Uncle Ma said the opponent is only at the second level of Qi Refining, so the two of us should be able to handle it if we join forces."

"But we don't know if they have any backup. I think it's best not to alert them."

Jiang Fu'an's eyes revealed approval:

"He's more thoughtful and much more composed than before."

"Remember, don't be rash in anything, especially since this isn't even our own business."

"It's a favor to lend a hand, but it's my duty to protect myself."

Stone, feeling a little embarrassed by the praise, grinned and smiled.

"Father, I understand!"

Under the blazing sun, the official road was bustling with people and vehicles.

Peddlers carrying loads, farmers pushing carts, and travelers on the road, upon hearing the sound of galloping hooves in the distance and seeing tall horses charging towards them, all hurriedly moved to the side of the road to avoid them.

Jiang Fu'an carefully observed each passerby.

In less than half an hour, the two arrived at the border between Ping'an Town and Blackstone Town.

Several years ago, Jiang Fu'an first met Miao Ruolan's family here. At that time, it took him most of the day to walk there.

Riding a horse now is so fast!

Unfortunately, no convoy resembling Yun Shu's was seen along the way.

Jiang Fu'an didn't stop. He shouted, and the horse continued forward, stepping into the territory of Black Stone Town.

After another hour of riding, just as they were about to leave Blackstone Town, they found themselves on a desolate mountain road ahead. Jiang Fu'an pulled on the reins, and the horse slowed down.

He turned his horse around and said to the stone:

"Looks like they didn't take this route. Let's go back; if we keep going, we won't get home before dark."

Jiang Fu'an felt no regret. Since the other party had set up such a trap, they must have planned their retreat route in advance. How could they be caught up so easily?

As the light gradually faded, the distant mountains became silhouettes of deep blue.

By the time the two could see the scattered lights of Xujia Village, it was already completely dark.

Su Wanqing had been watching from the doorway. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the two return safely, then turned and went to the kitchen to start a fire and cook.

Jiang Fu'an washed his face and headed towards the west wing.

Miao Ruolan was leaning against the headboard, her belly slightly protruding.

She is five months pregnant.

Although Jiang Fu'an has decided not to have children in the short term, as the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get his shoes wet."

Since we're here, we'll accept it peacefully.

Fortunately, he never associated the "bedroom" with the actual bedroom, and the fetus was not affected by the "eugenics," which put his mind at ease.

He entered the room, sat down on the wooden stool beside the bed, and asked directly:

"Ruolan, what if the spiritual soil in the spiritual field has been completely dug up by someone?"

"Can that land still be used to cultivate spirit fields in the future?"