Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Since becoming pregnant, Miao Ruolan has been feeling unwell.

My lower back feels like it's weighed down by a stone; it's both sore and heavy, and my legs often feel swollen too.

She was leaning against the soft pillows, rubbing her calves with both hands.

When Jiang Fu'an asked about the Spirit Land, she asked in surprise:

"Why are you suddenly asking this? Which family's sacred soil was stolen?"

Jiang Fu'an moved her legs onto his knees and took over the massage:

"It was the spiritual soil in the Wang family's spiritual field over Qinglu Mountain that was dug up overnight."

He massaged her with just the right amount of force while recounting the whole incident.

"The spiritual fields of Qinglu Mountain?"

Miao Ruolan recalled for a moment, then shook her head:

"I've seen that field. Once the spiritual soil is dug up, it's impossible for it to recover on its own."

"Unless it is watered with the sacred spring water from the mountain every day, it may take decades to recover."

"Only those spiritual fields located on or adjacent to spiritual veins can slowly recover because they are nourished by spiritual energy every day."

After saying that, she sighed:

"The Wang family was too careless; they've lost hundreds of acres of spiritual fields just like that."

"Back when our family took care of the sacred fields, we would specifically assign someone to keep watch at night."

Jiang Fu'an wholeheartedly agreed; what a fine piece of land, and it's been completely wasted.

He had initially harbored the idea of ​​buying it, but now that idea was completely extinguished.

As for buying it to irrigate with the spiritual spring water, he had no such idea.

It took the Wang family over thirty years to cultivate him.

He didn't want to wait that long.

Lost in thought, Miao Ruolan suddenly asked softly:

"Husband... what do you think the chances are that our child will have spiritual roots in the future?"

Her gaze fell, and her hand rubbed her stomach back and forth.

She had asked this question many times since she became pregnant.

Jiang Fu'an showed no impatience whatsoever, and replied gently:

"You're still young, you don't need to worry too much about your first child."

"If we really don't have spiritual roots, we can just keep having more children."

He said this to reassure her in advance.

Without the influence of "eugenics," the possibility that this child possesses spiritual roots is extremely slim.

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The next morning, Jiang Fu'an took Shi Tou and rode a half-spirit horse towards Qinglu Mountain.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the foot of the mountain was a scene of utter devastation.

The hundred acres of spiritual fields that were once shimmering with a faint spiritual light are now just a dense array of shallow pits, and no trace of spiritual energy can be felt flowing through them anymore.

Jiang Fu'an squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, and rubbed it between his fingers.

Dry and rough, it is no different from ordinary mountain soil.

The two turned their horses around and headed back to the Wang family's old residence.

Before even reaching the door, I could hear a cacophony of voices inside, as if a large group of people had gathered.

The door was wide open. Jiang Fu'an stepped across the threshold and saw Wang Zhiyue sitting in the main seat of the hall, looking exhausted and no longer the smug and self-satisfied woman she used to be.

Ma Ping was also there, whispering to someone nearby. When he looked up and saw Jiang Fu'an, he quickly came over to greet him.

Jiang Fu'an cupped his hands in a respectful gesture:

"Fellow Daoist Ma, yesterday Shi Tou and I chased Yun Shu all the way to the outskirts of Black Stone Town, but we didn't see a trace of him."

"She probably didn't escape in that direction. Do you have any leads?"

Ma Ping shook his head, his face extremely grim:

"We couldn't catch up either... I'm afraid that little bitch got away."

The atmosphere was heavy; it was clearly not the time to speak.

Jiang Fu'an returned the horse, offered a few words of comfort, and then took his leave.

On the way back, his lingering thoughts about the spirit field were completely extinguished.

But to his utter surprise, the sudden stroke of good fortune made him change his mind.

Back at the Jiang family residence, he pushed open the door of the ancestral hall as usual to check it out.

He froze at the doorway after just one glance.

On the offering table, a blue orb of light that he had never seen before floated silently.

The quality of the light orbs is divided into six colors from low to high: white, green, blue, purple, orange, and red.

All that he had obtained before, except for a green orb, was white.

The green orb of light contained the entire fortune of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Could this blue orb be from someone who has reached the Core Formation stage...?

Jiang Fu'an's heart skipped a beat. He took a few steps to the altar and reached out to take the ball of light into his palm.

The light sphere melted upon contact with the body, and a stream of information flowed into the mind.

He immediately closed his eyes and concentrated, carefully receiving the information.

After about half a cup of tea's time, Jiang Fu'an slowly opened his eyes, his expression shifting.

The message first states:

The origin of the spiritual spring on Qinglu Mountain is that its underground veins are connected to the Misty Mountain Range, which is dozens of miles away.

Normally, a faint spiritual energy flows along this vein of earth, trickling down to Qinglu Mountain, giving the original spring water a spiritual quality.

The earthquake that occurred last time not only destroyed a third-tier spiritual vein deep within the Misty Mountain Range, but also altered the course of the earth's veins.

As a result, the amount of spiritual energy being sent to Qinglu Mountain is gradually increasing.

At this rate, in seven or eight years at most, that spiritual spring will evolve into a complete first-order spiritual vein!

The hint given by "Fortune" is:

The entire Qinglu Mountain must be purchased within one year.

Otherwise, as the spiritual energy becomes increasingly concentrated, the anomalies here will eventually be noticed by others.

By then, you won't be able to take advantage of this windfall.

Jiang Fu'an's heart was pounding.

A spiritual vein is a treasure that can bless a family for generations and lay the foundation for its future!

It would be a lie to say I don't want it.

But after the initial euphoria, the cold reality surfaced:

He doesn't yet have the strength to protect a spiritual vein.

Possessing a treasure is a crime.

Once the matter of the spiritual veins is exposed, who knows how many greedy eyes and open and covert attacks it will attract.

At that time, the peaceful days will likely come to an end, and endless troubles will follow.

However, if we miss this opportunity, we may not encounter it again for another hundred years.

Jiang Fu'an pondered for a moment and finally made a decision:

First, I'll go to Miaoyin Sect to discuss the purchase of Qinglu Mountain with my eldest daughter, Hemiao, and see if it's convenient for her.

Firstly, if we really want to buy Qinglu Mountain, it would be more prudent for her to handle the matter in her capacity as a disciple of the Miaoyin Sect.

Secondly, the nearly one thousand spirit stones she obtained from the first "fortune" were all stored with her.

However, the Miaoyin Sect is far away, and Ruolan at home is pregnant. It will take him at least ten days to half a month to get there.

We need to get things settled at home first...

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Ten days later, at dawn, a chestnut-red semi-spirited horse galloped out of Xujia Village and headed west along the official road.

As the horses' hooves flew, a long trail of dust was kicked up.

On horseback, Jiang Fu'an took out a talisman from his pocket.

The vermilion patterns on the paper subtly shimmered with spiritual light, precisely the lightness talisman he had been working on for days.

He slowly infused his magic into the talisman, then stuck the talisman to the side of the horse's neck.

A flash of light disappeared into the horse's body.

The horse neighed, its hooves suddenly becoming light and agile, increasing its already extremely fast speed by another third.

Before going out this time, he had drawn all the talismans he had on hand into lightness talismans.

They even went out of their way to rent this spirit horse from Sun Xiuyuan, all so that they could get to Miaoyin Sect as soon as possible.

The matter of buying a mountain should be done sooner rather than later; the longer you wait, the more things may go wrong.

Before leaving home, he had given Shi Tou many instructions.

This child may not talk much, but he is reliable and capable.

With him around, there shouldn't be any trouble at home.

Jiang Fu'an barely rested along the way.

Only when it was completely dark would they find an inn to stay in;

The next day, as soon as it was light, he mounted his horse again and continued on his journey.

Fortunately, the Lightness Talisman reduced the burden, so the half-spirit horse didn't have much trouble running.

They traveled day and night, and by noon on the sixth day, the outline of a majestic city finally appeared on the distant horizon.

The city walls are towering, with eaves that stretch endlessly, and the sounds of people and carriages can be faintly heard.

We've arrived at Wonderful Sound City.