Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

The journey home also took six days, but Jiang Fu'an didn't find it long at all.

Chatting and laughing with my daughter along the way, before we knew it, the outline of Xujia Village appeared in the distance.

In order to avoid letting the Wang family know that they were particularly interested in buying Qinglu Mountain, the father and daughter agreed not to rush to discuss the deal, but to go home and stay for a few days.

The half-spirited horse had just stopped in front of the house when the gate creaked open.

A small head with two buns peeked out; it was the youngest daughter, Yue'er.

Her eyes lit up, and she grabbed He Miao's sleeve as she dismounted, looking up at her and asking repeatedly:

"Big sister! You're finally back! Did you bring me anything delicious?"

He Miao smiled and reached out to ruffle Yue'er's hair:

"You've grown so tall, and all you're thinking about is food."

"Come on, let's go pay our respects to Mother first, and then call your two younger brothers. I've brought you all some food."

Jiang Fu'an did not go inside with his daughters.

He deftly tied the reins, then turned and strode toward the inner courtyard.

Thinking of his pregnant wife, he quickened his pace.

The bedroom was quiet, with warm afternoon light streaming through the window.

Miao Ruolan was leaning back in her recliner, with a plate of bright red hawthorns on the small table beside her.

She picked up a pearl, took a bite, and then heard familiar footsteps. She looked up and saw her husband lifting the curtain to come in.

Her eyes lit up immediately:

"Why are you back so quickly?"

"I was thinking of you, so I didn't rest much on the way."

Jiang Fu'an knelt down beside her, his gaze falling on his wife's noticeably protruding belly, and asked softly:

"How have you been these days? Are you still feeling unwell?"

Miao Ruolan picked up another hawthorn, took a small bite, and squinted slightly at the sourness:

"I don't feel uncomfortable anymore, maybe I've gotten used to it."

"Lately, for some reason, I've been craving these sour and sour things..."

"Eat as much as you want, don't deprive yourself. Remember, you're eating for two now..."

Seeing that Ruolan was alright, Jiang Fu'an felt relieved and sat down beside her to chat about everyday things.

The return of the two brought the once quiet Jiang family mansion to life.

The children's chatter, the clatter of pots and pans adding extra food in the kitchen, and the laughter in the hall continued until the moon was high in the sky, when the house gradually returned to tranquility.

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Late at night, inside the talisman room.

The seedlings squatted on the ground, their expressions focused.

She was carefully inserting several small metal rods engraved with runes into the patterns drawn on the ground, arranging them into a small six-pointed star-shaped magic circle according to specific positions.

Jiang Fu'an stood to the side, holding a giant egg the size of a baby's head in his arms.

He obtained this egg four years ago from that monk's cave.

At the time, no one in the family practiced immortality, and he was worried that he wouldn't be able to tame it, so he kept it hidden and never thought of hatching it.

Now that he has embarked on the path of immortality, this thought has become active.

While in Miaoyin City, he mentioned this to Hemiao and asked if the egg could be hatched as soon as possible.

Upon hearing this, He Miao immediately said that the method was not difficult.

Simply soak the eggs in the spiritual spring water for a long time.

However, she also reminded that a contract must be signed with the spirit beast inside the egg before hatching.

Otherwise, once hatched, the unknown monster might become untamed and harm people instead.

"Father, it's done."

He Miao stood up, dusted off her hands, and pointed to the blank space in the center of the magic circle:

"Place it in the very center, gently."

Jiang Fu'an nodded and carefully placed the giant egg in the center of the six-pointed star as instructed.

The moment the eggshell touched the ground, the metal rods stuck in the ground around it trembled slightly, and the runes engraved on their surfaces lit up with a faint light.

Immediately afterwards, several soft rays of light shot out from the top of the stick, converging on the giant egg and forming a thin film of light that enveloped it.

He Miao pursed her lips, her eyes fixed on the changes in the magic circle.

This was also her first time practicing the contract method she had learned from the sect's scriptures, so she was inevitably a little nervous.

As the light membrane swirled, the giant egg seemed to move slightly.

He Miao's eyes narrowed, and she immediately whispered:

"Father, now! Drip a drop of blood onto the eggshell!"

Jiang Fu'an didn't dare to delay. He touched his storage ring with his left hand, and a dagger appeared in his palm.

He lightly traced the blade with his right index finger, and a bead of bright red blood immediately seeped out, which he accurately dripped onto the top of the eggshell covered by the light membrane.

The blood droplets fell, but instead of sliding away, they seemed to be absorbed and quickly seeped in.

At the same time, the light membrane shone brightly, then slowly receded, finally disappearing completely into the eggshell.

He Miao finally breathed a long sigh of relief, a smile spreading across her face:

"It's done! The contract has been signed."

"Once we buy Qinglu Mountain, you can keep this egg soaking in that spiritual spring."

"I estimate that it should hatch in two or three months at the earliest, and half a year at the latest."

Hearing his daughter's affirmative answer, Jiang Fu'an finally felt relieved.

Only then did he have time to ask the question that had been bothering him:

"He Miao, what kind of monster's egg do you think this is?"

The rice seedlings shook their heads:

"Based solely on the eggshell and the spiritual energy reaction, it can be confirmed that it is undoubtedly a demon beast."

"We'll probably only know what kind it is after it hatches."

"Alright, let's wait until they hatch."

Jiang Fu'an nodded, then turned to instruct his daughter:

"You must be exhausted from traveling these past few days. Go back to your room and rest early."

The reason he cared about the types of monsters was because He Miao had explained to him the different bloodlines of monsters on his way home.

From lowest to highest, they are divided into miscellaneous, low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, earth-grade, and heaven-grade, with the highest being the legendary true spirit bloodline.

Bloodline grade directly determines a monster's potential and cultivation ceiling.

For example, miscellaneous bloodlines, which are common semi-spirit beasts, cannot cultivate, but are stronger than ordinary wild beasts;

The pinnacle of cultivation for a low-grade bloodline is the peak of the first tier, equivalent to the late stage of Qi Refining in the human race.

Without a great opportunity, it will be difficult to break through to the second stage (foundation building stage) in one's lifetime.

The middle-grade, superior-grade, earth-grade, and heaven-grade bloodlines correspond to the Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, and Deity Transformation realms, respectively.

As for the True Spirit Bloodline, its potential is boundless, and legend has it that one can cultivate all the way to the Immortal Path.

Therefore, Jiang Fu'an couldn't help but have some expectations for this giant egg of unknown origin.

As he was pondering, the sound of the rice seedlings interrupted his thoughts:

"Father, when are we going to the Wang family to discuss the Qinglu Mountain matter?"

Jiang Fu'an had already planned this out:

"No rush, wait a few more days."

"Tomorrow I'll take you to the outskirts of the Misty Mountains to complete the sect's mission to hunt low-level monsters."

"If you go straight to the Wang family as soon as you return, they will inevitably become suspicious when the spiritual veins of Qinglu Mountain appear in the future, wondering if we know something in advance."

"Not only will it arouse suspicion, but if it leads to the existence of our ancestors, then we'll be in big trouble."

After thinking about it carefully, He Miao realized it made sense and nodded in agreement.

"Father is right. Let's go hunting then."

However, plans can never keep up with changes.

The next morning, Jiang Fu'an, along with He Miao, Yue'er, and Shi Tou, had just pushed open the gate of the mansion when they ran into Ma Ping and his wife Wang Zhiyue.