Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Five days later.

As dawn broke, He Miao and her father had already finished packing and set off on their way home.

In preparation for this trip, He Miao specifically accepted a mission from the sect's mission hall to hunt monsters in the Misty Mountain Range, using this as an excuse to embark on her return journey openly and legitimately.

Jiang Fu'an didn't say anything, but silently checked the luggage and horseshoes. Then the father and daughter led the two half-spirit horses out of the sect's side gate, one in front and one behind.

The horses trod on the scattered pebbles on the official road, making a rhythmic clattering sound.

Jiang Fu'an looked at the top of his daughter's head and said with a hint of helplessness:

"You have your own horse, why do you insist on sharing one with me?"

The daughter wasn't heavy; she wasn't a burden for this robust half-spirit horse.

However, she had grown into a graceful young woman, and Jiang Fu'an felt it was best to keep some distance.

The rice seedlings, however, paid no attention.

She even leaned back a little more, finding a more comfortable position in her father's arms, before saying:

"This official road is narrow; two horses cannot walk side by side."

"How can I talk to you when we're so far apart? I've been holding back so much to say all the way here."

"Besides, the Miaoyin Sect has a Foundation Establishment stage senior uncle giving a lecture on the Dao Discussion Platform every month. I've heard a lot about the sights and principles of the cultivation world."

"There are many things inside that I think you, Father, will definitely find useful."

Jiang Fu'an's heart stirred slightly.

He had only been practicing cultivation for a short time and knew very little about the world of cultivation.

Hearing his daughter say this, he stopped mentioning the matter of changing horses:

"Then tell me, I'm listening."

He Miao's eyes darted around, and she first chose something that was closely related to her father:

"Father, you know that 'all medicines have some degree of toxicity,' right? Actually, the same goes for elixirs; they contain 'elixir poison.'"

"Based on the amount of erysipelas, elixirs are divided into low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, and top-grade."

"The best quality pills have almost no toxicity and the purest medicinal properties, but unfortunately they are never available on the market, and even if they were, we wouldn't have a chance to get them."

"The Qi-Nourishing Pills I brought home are of superior quality, with very little erysipelas."

"But my master said that even with such pills, if more than five hundred are taken in a row, the accumulated toxins in the body will begin to damage the body."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fu'an's heart tightened.

He had never heard of such hidden dangers associated with elixirs, and hurriedly asked:

What specific effects does erysipelas have on the body?

"The most direct consequence is a reduction in lifespan."

He Miao's expression turned serious:

"If too much accumulates, it could endanger your life on the spot."

"Father, you and Shitou must be careful when taking the pills in the future, and you must not be greedy for more or faster results."

Hearing that the main problem was shortening one's lifespan, Jiang Fu'an actually breathed a sigh of relief.

He has a long lifespan, so there's no need to worry for now.

Along the way, He Miao continued to talk about many things:

From the types of materials used in weapon crafting and the operation of basic formations, to the techniques of beast taming, the brewing of spirit wine, and even the benefits of spirit food to cultivation...

Jiang Fu'an listened intently, feeling as if brand-new windows were being pushed open before his eyes.

The world outside the window is vast, filled with scenery I've never seen before.

This continued for several days.

Horses trotted along the yellow earth of the official road, with the mountains and forests on both sides sometimes lush and sometimes sparse.

That afternoon, He Miao, her throat dry from talking, took out her water pouch to moisten it. Taking advantage of this moment, Jiang Fu'an asked a question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time:

"He Miao, in all these years you've been outside, have any male cultivators shown you any interest or expressed any admiration for you?"

He had wanted to ask this question for a long time.

That day at Miaoyin Pavilion, seeing how wary and guarded the young maid was of him, he harbored this intention.

As my daughter grows older, her appearance and temperament become increasingly outstanding, inevitably attracting attention.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, He Miao's cheeks instantly flushed red.

She lowered her eyelashes, and her voice suddenly became softer:

"Why are you suddenly asking about this...?"

Jiang Fu'an looked down and took in her reaction, his heart sinking involuntarily.

Really!

Judging from her demeanor, it seems the daughter wasn't entirely uninterested in that man.

He suppressed the surging thoughts in his mind, kept a calm expression, and tentatively asked as if in casual conversation:

"Dad just cares about you. Tell Dad, what kind of person is he? Dad will try to figure him out for you."

He Miao remained silent for a long while before speaking softly:

"She's a fellow Daoist from the Lu family of Qixia, whom I met when I went down the mountain last time to help clear out the monsters. She's two years older than my daughter."

"In those days, whenever he had free time, he would come and talk to me."

"Sometimes, seeing that my magical power is greatly depleted, they will give me a few pills to restore my spiritual energy."

"You took the pills he gave you on the spot?"

Jiang Fu'an pressed on with further questions.

He Miao nodded, her tone frank:

"Yes, I ate it. My mana was almost depleted at that time, and with the help of the pill, I recovered much faster. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Jiang Fu'an sighed inwardly.

They are still too young; when they meet someone they like, they lack the courage to be wary.

He carefully considered his words and decided to slowly recount some of his experiences:

"He Miao, remember your father's words. In the future, if you encounter someone you haven't known for long, no matter how friendly they seem, never take anything they give you."

"You must always be vigilant. What if the other party harbors malicious intentions and mixes something else into it?"

He Miao frowned, seemingly feeling that her father was being overly cautious:

"Really? He's from the Lu family, a family with a good reputation."

"If it truly harms me, wouldn't that be making an enemy of the Wonderful Sound Sect?"

"Life is unpredictable; nothing is absolute."

Jiang Fu'an shook his head:

You only have one life, and you must never entrust it to someone else to gamble on that one chance of "not succeeding".

He Miao pursed her lips and remained silent, only looking down at her clasped hands, clearly deep in thought.

After a while, she asked softly again:

"Father, in your opinion, how can one truly understand a person?"

Having lived two lives, Jiang Fu'an has gained considerable insight into observing people and situations:

"Naturally, it's about spending more time together and working together. The longer the time goes on, the more experiences you have, and the deeper your understanding becomes."

"However, some people are very good at hiding their true feelings. To be on the safe side, you need to know them for several years, or even more than a decade, and observe whether their words and actions are consistent. Only then can you be considered to have some confidence in them."

"More than ten years?"

He Miao exclaimed in surprise:

"That's too long. From the time I can remember until now, I've only known you, Father, for twelve years."

Hearing her compare herself to him, Jiang Fu'an couldn't help but chuckle and gently patted her head.

"Silly girl, your father has watched you grow from that tiny baby to where you are now. How can it be the same?"

His smile faded slightly, and he continued:

"Of course, if you have experienced extraordinary things with outsiders, especially supporting each other in life-or-death situations, the process of getting to know each other can be shortened considerably."

After thinking for a moment, He Miao realized that life-or-death crises were rare and unpredictable, so she asked again:

"Besides going through life and death together, is there any other way?"

Jiang Fu'an nodded:

There is an old saying: birds of a feather flock together.

"If you want to see a person clearly, but are afraid that they are wearing a mask in front of you, you might as well try to get in touch with their closest friends."

"Look at how they behave on a daily basis and what their character is like."

"If his friend's behavior is largely consistent with the image he presents to you."

"Then this person is probably not too far-fetched in their disguise."