Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 67 New Family Member (Seventh Update, Please Subscribe)

Four months later.

The Jiang family residence.

The courtyard was quiet, with only a few suppressed groans occasionally coming from the east wing.

Suddenly, a baby's cry broke the silence.

Not long after, the door creaked open, and the midwife poked her face out, her eyes crinkling with laughter, and announced loudly, "It's a boy! Mother and child are safe!"

Jiang Fu'an and Su Wanqing, who had been waiting outside the door, both breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Wanqing didn't have time to say anything more, so she lifted the curtain and went inside.

Every shout from inside reminded her of her own childbirth a few years ago, and a thin layer of sweat unknowingly seeped down her back.

Jiang Fu'an then took out a money pouch he had prepared earlier from his storage ring and handed it to the midwife, saying, "Thank you for your hard work. I hope you can share in my good fortune."

The midwife weighed the food in her hand, her smile widening. After thanking her profusely, she withdrew.

Jiang Fu'an, however, did not rush into the house.

With a thought, a semi-transparent light screen appeared before his eyes, visible only to him.

Five names were neatly listed on the screen: "Jiang Xianghe", "Jiang Xiangyue", "Jiang Xiangchun", "Jiang Xiangqian", and "Unnamed".

He raised his hand and lightly tapped "Unnamed" with his index finger.

The text on the screen then refreshed:

[Name: Unnamed]

Gender: Male

Lifespan: 78

[Destiny: None]

[Spiritual Roots: Five Elemental Spiritual Roots]

[Special physical condition: None]

"Spiritual Roots————"

Jiang Fu'an was stunned.

He remembered the eugenic effects of the "bedroom" and had never been associated with Miao Ruolan's room.

Logically speaking, the probability of this child possessing spiritual roots is no more than one in a thousand.

Could it be that I truly possess some extraordinary luck?

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, a chill ran down his spine.

If that's the case, then one must be extremely cautious about taking concubines and having children in the future.

If all of his offspring possess spiritual roots, and the news leaks out, it could cause a great deal of trouble.

Jiang Fu'an shook his head, suppressing his chaotic thoughts, and pushed open the door.

Miao Ruolan leaned against the headboard, her face somewhat pale, but her spirits were high. Her eyes brightened when she saw him enter: "Fu'an, you've finally arrived! Have you named our son yet?"

"not yet."

Jiang Fu'an walked to the bedside and answered truthfully.

He was so worried about being captured by some high-level cultivator and used as a breeding machine that he didn't have time to think about naming the child.

Miao Ruolan's lips curled up, her tone tinged with anticipation: "I've thought of someone—Jiang Xiangfu, what do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fu'an immediately refused: "This name won't do."

He understood her thoughts almost instantly—to revive the Miao people.

She's had this idea ever since she got married. It's one thing to talk about it casually, but now she actually wants to incorporate it into her child's name.

In this world, once a woman marries, she is considered to have left behind, and should therefore prioritize her husband's family.

Because of his beliefs from his previous life, Jiang Fu'an didn't discipline her much on a daily basis.

Unexpectedly, this gave her the wrong impression that he also supported the revival of the Miao people.

Thinking of this, his expression turned serious: "Ruolan, from now on, you are not allowed to let your son get involved in the Miao family's affairs."

"Our Jiang family has a weak foundation. The Miao family was our enemy back then, and we can't afford to mess with them."

Miao Ruolan's joy immediately faded.

She looked up at Jiang Fu'an and saw his serious expression, knowing there was no room for negotiation. She could only reply in a low voice, "Alright, from now on, I will discuss anything involving the Miao family with you first."

Jiang Fu'an nodded, saying nothing more, but sighed softly to himself:

As the family grew larger and more people joined, worries inevitably piled up one after another.

He turned around and took the baby wrapped in swaddling clothes from Su Wanqing's arms.

The little guy had just finished crying and was now squinting.

Jiang Fu'an carefully examined his wrinkled little face, and a name suddenly came to mind—Jiang Xiangshen.

"Let's name him Xiangshen. It will help him to be cautious in his words and actions, and to live a down-to-earth life."

Miao Ruolan had just given birth and needed to rest, so Jiang Fu'an couldn't stay long. He gave her a few more instructions and then quietly left the room.

Just as he closed the door and turned around, he bumped into Yue'er, who was running towards him like a gust of wind.

He quickly reached out and held his daughter's shoulder, gently scolding, "What's the rush? A young lady should be more careful."

Yue'er, however, paid no attention to any of that, her eyes sparkling: "Daddy! The egg has hatched!"

Jiang Fu'an's expression shifted: "Let's go take a look."

Without saying anything more, he strode towards the backyard garden.

Since bringing the giant egg back, Jiang Fu'an found it troublesome to change the water frequently because it needed to continuously absorb spiritual energy, so he simply placed it directly in the spiritual spring pool.

As he walked, he turned his head and asked, "What will it look like when it hatches?"

Yue'er gestured and said, "It has four claws, a long mouth, and a long tail. It lies on the ground and looks a bit like a lizard."

lizard?

Jiang Fu'an gently channeled his magic power and took out a thick "Illustrated Compendium of Spirit Beasts" from his storage ring.

This was bought by him and He Miao in Miaoyin City. It contains records of the appearance, spells, and bloodline rank of hundreds of common spirit beasts.

While not particularly profound, it's sufficient for broadening one's knowledge.

The two arrived at the Spirit Spring while they were talking.

Sure enough, a small creature was lying in the very center of the spring. It was pale blue all over and about three inches long. At first glance, it really looked like a lizard.

It had been floating motionless on the surface of the water, but as soon as it sensed Jiang Fu'an approaching, it suddenly moved its limbs and swam quickly to the edge of the pool. With a "splash," it climbed ashore and ran towards him on its short legs.

Jiang Fu'an knew that the spirit beast contract had taken effect.

In its eyes, it is the closest being.

He squatted down and placed his palms on the ground.

Without hesitation, the little beast crawled up his fingertips to his palm, raised its wet little head, and stared straight at him with its black bean-like eyes.

Jiang Fu'an also examined it carefully.

Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that it is indeed different from a lizard:

Its body is covered with fine scales that shimmer with a faint watery sheen;

The snout is more pointed and longer, and when closed, the fine teeth inside are faintly visible;

He opened the "Illustrated Compendium of Spirit Beasts" and compared it page by page.

After about half a cup of tea's time, his gaze settled on a certain page, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"The Water Crocodile is a spirit beast with dual water and earth attributes, possessing a mid-grade bloodline. It can reach the late stage of the second tier when it matures."

"Good at stealth, with strong scales and armor, especially adept at surprise attacks—"

Jiang Fu'an looked at the description in the illustrated guide and felt reassured.

A second-stage late-stage cultivator is equivalent to a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, and in this region, they are already considered a force to be reckoned with.

More importantly, crocodiles are naturally adept at stealth and deadly strikes, making them excellent helpers for guarding homes and property.

He finally understood why the egg hadn't hatched yet.

While crocodiles can move around out of water, their young cannot live without it.

The egg had been hidden in a dry cave, and when he retrieved it, he simply placed it in a corner and never let it get wet.

Until four months ago, he found changing the water too troublesome and simply put it directly into the spiritual spring.

Unexpectedly, this placement perfectly met the needs of incubation.

Jiang Fu'an stroked its cold, scaled back with his fingertips, secretly calculating in his mind:

With proper care and nurturing, it will grow quickly. With the help of the stones and ourselves, protecting Qinglu Mountain should not be a problem.