Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 65 Choice is More Important Than Effort (Fifth Update, Seeking First Subscription)

Qinglu Mountain Top.

Ma Ping pointed to the mountainside, where dozens of gray-tiled houses were scattered. He introduced them to Jiang Fu'an beside him: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, please look. Those are all mortals who depend on our Wang family."

"They are responsible for managing the orchards on the whole mountain and the thousands of acres of fertile land at the foot of the mountain on weekdays."

"After you take over, it's best to continue using them."

"After all, our Wang family promised them that they could live here in peace for generations to come."

Jiang Fu'an immediately replied, "Fellow Daoist Ma, rest assured, everything will remain the same after I take over."

He agreed readily; there was really no need to offend the Wang family over such a trivial matter.

Moreover, even if these ordinary people who are loyal to the royal family were truly dismissed...

Where can they find another group of loyal people in such a short time?

Ma Ping nodded and turned to walk towards the houses in the center of the mountaintop.

As he walked, he continued to introduce the site: "This is the ancestral home of our Wang family. The house occupies a large area, with five courtyards in total, more than 300 rooms, and three gardens."

"That sacred spring is in the garden to the west. I'll take you there to see it."

Jiang Fu'an nodded and led the three children after them.

The group passed through two moon gates, went around a screen wall, and suddenly the view opened up before them.

It is a garden that is about half an acre in size.

The scene in the garden, however, was startling:

The soil was turned upside down, as if it had been repeatedly tilled by a hoe. The place that should have been planted with flowers and grass was now just a mess of dung pits.

Ma Ping sighed: "This place was originally a spirit field, where rare spirit herbs were planted."

"What a pity—it was all ruined by those thieves."

As he spoke, he led the group deeper into the garden until they stopped at a place simply enclosed by gravel.

Jiang Fu'an took two steps forward and looked down.

In the middle of the fence was a small, shallow pool with a dry and cracked bottom. In the center was a stone cave about half a meter square, from which water shimmered and was crystal clear.

"This is it."

Ma Ping pointed to the cave entrance: "About three catties of spiritual spring water can gush out each day. If Fellow Daoist Jiang wants to use this water to irrigate the spiritual fields in the future, remember not to water too much land at once, otherwise it definitely won't be enough."

Jiang Fu'an nodded and replied, "Thank you for the reminder, Fellow Daoist Ma. I will remember it."

He agreed verbally, but he had no intention of using the spiritual spring water to slowly nourish the land.

Once the underground spiritual veins are formed, the surrounding land will be nourished by spiritual energy day and night, and will naturally become spiritual fields in less than two years. Why bother with this effort?

Ma Ping patted his sleeves: "Alright, the handover is now complete."

"From this day forward, Qinglu Mountain belongs to your Jiang family."

He paused, then turned to look at Stone, who had been following them: "Now that we're engaged, we're no longer outsiders. Stone, when do you plan to come to our Wang family to cultivate?"

Stone didn't say anything, but simply looked up at his father.

Jiang Fu'an pondered for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Fellow Daoist Ma. Once we've settled in, I'll have Shi Tou go and bother you."

He planned to send Shi Tou to the Wang family to cultivate for a few years first, and then call him back when the spiritual vein of Qinglu Mountain appeared.

Anyway, Qinglu Mountain is not worth much in other people's eyes now, and I don't think anyone will want to take it in the next few years.

Seeing that everything was settled, Ma Ping decided not to linger any longer: "Then I'll take my leave."

Jiang Fu'an remembered something else and said, "I'll see you off."

The two walked out of the courtyard side by side. Jiang Fu'an asked, "Fellow Daoist Ma, I wonder if you've managed to collect the Spirit Gathering Pills?"

Both he and Shi Tou were of average talent, and it would be extremely difficult for them to break through to the mid-stage of Qi Refining through their own cultivation alone.

However, given the current situation, they cannot afford to slowly hone their skills; they must improve their strength as soon as possible.

This needs to be planned as soon as possible.

Upon hearing this, Ma Ping's face immediately fell with worry, and he sighed heavily: "Alas—no connections, no spirit stones, it's difficult!"

"These breakthrough pills are always in high demand; you can't buy them in shops at all, you can only bid for them at auctions."

"I've been there twice before, and the transaction price was over three hundred spirit stones, which I simply can't afford."

Jiang Fu'an remained silent.

Three hundred spirit stones was an astronomical price for them.

Even if you manage to raise enough money, you're likely to be targeted when bidding, which increases the risk.

He thought for a moment, then asked, "Didn't your daughter prepare one for you?"

Ma Ping shook his head with a wry smile: "My daughter and her mother did bring a Spirit Gathering Pill with them when they came home last time," but Wang Zhiyue used it.

As he spoke, he changed the subject: "Your daughter is so filial, she always thinks of you."

"If you really want to get the Spirit Gathering Pill, instead of going out and looking for ways, why don't you let your daughter think of a way?"

"I heard that inner disciples of the Miaoyin Sect can exchange their contribution points for these pills."

As they talked, the two walked to the stable outside the gate of the house.

Ma Ping led out his half-spirit horse, nimbly mounted it, and bowed to Jiang Fu'an, saying, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, that's enough for now!"

Jiang Fu'an returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "Be careful on the road."

Jiang Fu'an stood there, watching Ma Ping's figure gradually disappear at the end of the winding mountain road as he rode away.

He turned around, looked down at the mountains that had just changed hands, and couldn't help but sigh softly, "Sometimes, choice really is more important than effort."

Wang Zhiyue was unwilling to be confined to Qinglu Mountain and went to great lengths to capture Quelin.

Unexpectedly, a beast tide followed, causing the loss of two of the Wang family's already small number of cultivators.

Later, she trusted the wrong person again and was swindled out of thousands of spirit stones.

Nowadays, in order to make ends meet, even the ancestral mountain has to be sold off at a low price.

If she hadn't made such a fuss back then, none of these things would have happened.

In another seven or eight years, the Wang family will still be able to possess a spiritual vein.

I wonder what Wang Zhiyue's feelings will be when she understands all of this in the future.

"father!"

Just as I was lost in thought, I heard the clear sound of rice seedlings behind me.

Jiang Fu'an turned around and saw that his daughter had packed her bags and was standing not far away with the half-spirit horse.

"Now that the handover of Qinglu Mountain is complete, I should return to my sect."

As He Miao spoke, there was a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

Two days ago, thanks to the good luck brought by Yue'er, their "mascot," they successfully hunted five mountain boars and completed the sect's mission.

"Alright, be careful on the road. I won't see you off any further."

Jiang Fu'an said gently.

The half-spirit horse he had borrowed earlier had already been returned, so he had no intention of sending his daughter down the mountain.

He Miao pursed her lips and then instructed, "Father, be careful here."

"Once I learn how to set up the 'Golden Light Array,' I'll come back and set it up immediately!"

The array artifact that Jiang Fu'an obtained from the cave of the deceased cultivator was called the "Golden Light Array." It was a first-grade high-quality defensive array, capable of withstanding attacks from cultivators below the Foundation Establishment level and demonic beasts below the second level.

Unfortunately, I was in such a hurry to come back and buy the hillside that I didn't have time to study how to plant the rice seedlings.

Jiang Fu'an nodded: "Dad will be careful. You need to be extra careful while you're out there alone."

He Miao hummed in agreement and then suddenly stepped forward to gently hug her father.

The hug was brief, and her eyes were a little red when she let go.

Without saying another word, she deftly mounted her horse, flicked the reins, and the half-spirited horse galloped down the mountain.