Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Jiang Fu'an rode his horse all the way to the Sihai Inn where he had stayed last time and asked for the same room he had stayed in last time.

He handed the half-spirit horse to the waiter who came out of the inn, and then went upstairs to take a nice hot bath.

The warm water washed away the dust accumulated from days of travel, and after changing into the clean clothes he had brought with him, he felt much refreshed.

After getting ready, he leisurely followed the flow of people into Miaoyin City.

This immortal city doesn't have an entrance fee, but the prices inside are shockingly high.

This is also why he chose to continue living in an inn outside the city.

He Miao had taken him around before, so this time he knew the place like the back of his hand.

He walked through several bustling streets and finally stopped in front of a shop with an elegant facade.

The plaque bears three elegant characters: Miaoyin Pavilion.

Upon entering the store, a wide variety of musical instruments come into view.

Some of them are just ordinary items with clear and melodious sounds, while others faintly radiate spiritual light, clearly magical artifacts with extraordinary power.

Before he could take a closer look, a girl in a light green dress came up to him.

Her eyes were bright and lively, and a faint smile played on her lips as she asked:

"Fellow Daoist, what would you like to see?"

Jiang Fu'an returned the smile and said politely:

"I'm here to see someone. May I ask if Miss Xiaoyu is on duty at the shop today?"

Xiaoyu is a good friend of Hemiao in the Miaoyin Sect.

The reason He Miao introduced them last time was so that Jiang Fu'an could find her through Xiao Yu in case of an emergency.

As an outsider, he cannot directly enter the Miaoyin Sect's mountain gate.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, a hint of wariness flashed across the young woman's eyes, and she immediately shook her head:

"Senior Sister Xiaoyu is not on duty today, fellow Daoist, please come another day."

Jiang Fu'an's heart sank slightly, feeling somewhat disappointed.

But he didn't give up, and tentatively asked again:

"Does that fairy know a disciple named Jiang Xianghe?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the girl's brows furrowed, and her tone became somewhat questioning:

"Who are you? Why are you repeatedly inquiring about the whereabouts of my sect's female disciples?"

Seeing her strong reaction, Jiang Fu'an was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized.

I suspect that on ordinary days, there are quite a few people like myself who come to inquire about the female disciples of the Miaoyin Sect, and most of them have ill intentions.

He quickly explained:

"Please don't misunderstand, fairy. I am Jiang Xianghe's father, and I have urgent business to discuss with her."

"If you know her, could you please pass on a message? Just tell her I'll be waiting for her at the usual place."

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed across the girl's face. She looked him up and down, and hesitated before saying:

"You...are you really Senior Sister Xianghe's father?"

"Absolutely true. You can convey the message to her immediately."

Jiang Fu'an spoke sincerely, his gaze open and honest.

The girl hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded:

"Alright then. But I have to wait until after work before I can go to the inner sect to find her and deliver the message."

"It's alright, thank you for your trouble, fairy."

Jiang Fu'an cupped his hands in thanks and solemnly expressed his gratitude.

It was still early when we came out of Miaoyin Pavilion.

Instead of immediately returning to the inn outside the city, he turned around and strolled over to the area where the rogue cultivators gathered, where they set up stalls and wandered around.

In a small place like Ping'an Town, he had almost no access to any proper cultivation methods, so his horizons were inevitably narrow.

This is a rare opportunity to broaden our horizons and gain more knowledge.

He visited each stall, occasionally stopping to ask about prices and listen to the stall owners' boasts, gaining quite a bit of knowledge in the process.

He didn't turn back until the sun was setting and its orange glow bathed half the street.

Back in the upper room of the Sihai Inn, He Miao had naturally not arrived yet.

He lit the oil lamp and sat quietly waiting.

About an hour or two later, a soft knocking sound finally came from outside the door.

Jiang Fu'an got up and opened the door.

A tall and graceful young woman stood quietly outside the door, dressed in the elegant attire of a disciple of the Miaoyin Sect, and her height was almost the same as his.

It was his eldest daughter, Jiang Xianghe.

However, after a year apart, the twelve-year-old girl had grown much taller, and the childishness in her eyes had faded considerably, replaced by a more composed demeanor.

"father!"

When He Miao saw him, her eyes lit up instantly, and a look of joy bloomed on her face. She called out "Dad" in a light and affectionate tone.

"Come in quickly."

Jiang Fu'an stepped aside to let his daughter into the house, then closed the door behind him.

He had just turned around when he heard He Miao let out a soft gasp:

"Huh? Father, you've already reached the first level of Qi Refining?"

Jiang Fu'an smiled and sat down at the table:

"It's not just me. That kid Stone has also reached the first level of Qi Refining, and he even has four spiritual roots."

The news made He Miao's eyes widen even more, sparkling with light.

She immediately sat down next to her father and repeatedly asked him about the details of their cultivation.

The father and daughter talked for quite a while, exchanging questions and answers.

After chatting for a while, Jiang Fu'an finally got to the point of his trip:

"He Miao, do you still remember the spirit field of the Wang family in Qinglu Mountain?"

"A few days ago, all the sacred soil in their fields was stolen overnight."

"The value of Qinglu Mountain has plummeted to a record low."

"Father thought we might be able to take this opportunity to buy the whole mountain."

"If we use that spiritual spring on the mountain to irrigate and cultivate the fields again, even if it takes decades, our Jiang family will eventually be able to cultivate a spiritual field of our own."

He didn't mention a word about the fact that the spiritual spring could give birth to spiritual veins.

He didn't know how to explain the source of this information to his daughter.

After hearing this, He Miao first looked surprised, then lowered her head and began to think silently.

After a moment, she raised her face and slowly shook her head:

"Father, you don't need to spend the rest of your life on that spiritual field."

"Actually, I have already found a house in Miaoyin City during this period, and the rent is reasonable."

"My idea is to bring the whole family to live in the city. The spiritual energy here is much richer than in the countryside, which will greatly benefit your and your brother's cultivation."

"You even found a house for me?"

Jiang Fu'an was genuinely surprised.

He hadn't expected his daughter to have considered things this far without saying a word.

Actually, he had considered moving to Miaoyin City.

But the housing prices here are so exorbitant that even if he used all the spirit stones he obtained from that Foundation Establishment cultivator's cave, he still couldn't afford it.

As for leasing?

His golden touch, like the blind date women he had met in his previous life, meant he didn't approve of the rented house at all.

If the whole family moves here but can only rent a place, the "ancestral home" in his mind cannot be linked to the actual residence, and he certainly cannot accept this price.

After a moment's hesitation, Jiang Fu'an came up with an excuse that sounded reasonable:

"He Miao, I understand your intentions. But if the whole family moves to Miaoyin City, the daily expenses will be too high."

"Father doesn't want to hinder your cultivation progress because of this. Father still hopes that you can focus on your studies and achieve Foundation Establishment as soon as possible."

"It's not too late for you to help your family when you have enough ability."

He Miao smiled gently after hearing this:

"Father, how I wish I could wait until I've reached the Foundation Establishment stage before I can properly honor you and help you with your cultivation."

She looked at her father, her eyes clear and earnest:

"But I'm afraid that I can wait until you do not."

Jiang Fu'an's heart skipped a beat.

He understood the meaning behind his daughter's words.

The son wants to take care of him, but he doesn't want to be loved.

Most mortals in this world live no more than sixty years.

He is thirty-two years old this year. According to common sense, his health will begin to decline in another ten years or so.

At that time, even with the best conditions, one's path of cultivation will likely make little progress.

But he couldn't tell his daughter that he actually had a lifespan of nearly two hundred years.

Looking at the unwavering determination in He Miao's eyes, Jiang Fu'an felt a surge of emotion.

My daughter has grown up and is no longer the little girl who always obeyed orders; she has her own opinions now.

He knew that unless he could find a sufficiently convincing reason, his daughter would definitely not agree to him buying Qinglu Mountain.