Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 78 Became a Grandfather (18th Update)

As the morning mist dissipates, the golden rays of the rising sun shine through the sparse pine branches on the mountaintop and onto the mountain path.

Jiang Fu'an was pulling Jiang Xiangqian along as they walked down the stone steps.

Today is the first day of the twelfth lunar month, the day he had arranged to teach talismans to the two guest masters of the Wang family.

He figured that Xiangqian would soon be able to try drawing talismans, so he might as well teach him today as well.

As the two walked to a pine forest halfway up the mountain, a clear voice suddenly called out from the other side of the forest: "Dad, do you want me to take you down the mountain?"

Jiang Fu'an turned his head and saw a boar as big as a calf standing at the edge of the woods, with two curved tusks as long as an arm.

Yue'er was riding steadily on its back, her hands raised high, waving in this direction.

This wild boar was one of the three piglets captured during the last hunt.

To prevent them from becoming unruly and hurting people.

Jiang Fu'an originally planned to keep them in captivity and breed them with ordinary wild boars in the future.

After taking care of it for a while, Yue'er found that the boar had no hostility towards her and was particularly obedient.

She then boldly let them out of their enclosure early in the morning when there were fewer people, and then put them back in when the sun was higher.

Jiang Fu'an had encountered these wild boars a few times on the road.

Usually, as long as you don't get too close to them, they ignore you and stroll around slowly with their heads down, looking quite leisurely.

But Jiang Fu'an knew in his heart that just because they were willing to let Yue'er ride them didn't mean they would be so docile towards him.

A monster is still a monster; its wild nature remains.

If Xiangqian were to get gored by those long fangs, it would be no laughing matter.

He immediately waved his hand, raising his voice slightly: "No need. Just keep a close eye on them, don't let them hurt anyone."

After descending the mountain, just as I reached the gate of my own house, I heard the clattering of horses' hooves approaching from afar.

Jiang Fu'an looked up and saw two half-horse trotting over, with the two guest elders of the Wang family, Lu Changfeng and Xia Qingshan, riding on them.

This time, the two were quite polite. As soon as they dismounted, they bowed to Jiang Fu'an and said, "Greetings, Uncle Jiang."

Jiang Fu'an nodded, and without further ado, asked directly, "Which type of talisman would you like to learn to draw today?"

The tall and thin Lu Changfeng spoke first: "It's a miasma-repelling talisman. To be honest, Uncle Jiang, I've tried to trace the patterns on the manual many times, but I just can't get it right."

"Alright, let's start with the miasma-dispelling talisman."

As Jiang Fu'an spoke, he walked into the courtyard, took out a boxwood table from the house, laid out talisman paper, and arranged cinnabar and talisman brush.

Although he learned to draw talismans entirely by himself by studying the secret manual, he also understood that such a method was only suitable for a very small number of exceptionally talented people.

If an ordinary cultivator has no one to guide them, they might not be able to get started even after ten years just by looking at those winding patterns and annotations.

"I'll draw slowly, so watch carefully. This step—"

Jiang Fu'an picked up the talisman brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and slowly moved the brush while explaining the key points.

The pen tip landed on the yellow talisman paper, leaving trails of red.

Although he was distracted while explaining, his hand remained perfectly still, displaying a calm and composed demeanor as he wrote with flowing strokes.

In less than fifteen minutes, the talisman was covered with intricate patterns.

At the very moment the final stroke was completed, the entire talisman glowed slightly, with a faint flow of spiritual energy within it.

Jiang Fu'an put down his pen and looked at the two of them: "Well, did you understand?"

Lu Changfeng's expression was somewhat unpleasant, and his voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction: "Uncle Jiang, what you just said is almost the same as what's written in the manual. I still didn't understand."

"Besides, I think no one would understand what you're saying."

"Exactly!"

Xia Qingshan immediately chimed in, his tone even more aggressive: "Listening to your explanation is no better than us going back and looking up the secret manuals ourselves!"

"If you're not willing to demonstrate your true abilities, just say so. Why waste each other's time?"

Jiang Fu'an frowned slightly.

When he was explaining, he deliberately slowed down because he knew that Xiangqian was listening, and he explained every detail without holding anything back.

Are these two deliberately trying to cause trouble?

Just as he was about to speak, a childish voice rang out from beside him: "I understand! It's clearly your own fault for being stupid, so why are you blaming my dad?"

Jiang Xiangqian looked up, his face full of dissatisfaction at the two men's questioning of their father.

Lu Changfeng chuckled and looked down at the child who was not even as tall as his waist: "We're stupid? Then tell me, how do you draw talismans according to your father's instructions?"

Why does my spiritual energy always get out of control and all my efforts go to waste when I get to the "flowing cloud pattern" in the middle?

He hadn't expected the child to be able to answer.

There was almost no fluctuation of cultivation on the other party, obviously he had not even reached the entry level of Qi Refining, so how could he know the ins and outs of drawing talismans?

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xiangqian tilted his head and thought for a few breaths before answering crisply, "It's probably because you slowed down your brush when you got to that part."

"If the pen moves too slowly, too much spiritual energy will be injected, and the runes will not be able to bear it, so they will naturally explode."

Lu Changfeng was taken aback.

This answer not only hit the nail on the head, but also pointed out a habit he himself was unaware of.

Whenever he drew flowing cloud patterns, he would unconsciously slow down his brush, afraid of drawing them crooked.

He refused to believe it and asked a few more questions about the difficulties he had encountered in his practice.

Jiang Xiangqian sometimes pondered for a moment, and sometimes almost blurted out his words. Although his language was immature, every sentence was to the point.

After exchanging a few words, Lu Changfeng's face turned from pale to red, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Seeing this, Xia Qingshan couldn't help but ask his own question.

As a result, Jiang Xiangqian answered two questions, and his expression was even more unpleasant than Lu Changfeng's.

Xia Qingshan abruptly flicked his sleeves, didn't say a word of politeness, turned around and strode out of the courtyard gate.

"Feel sorry!"

Lu Changfeng hurriedly bowed to Jiang Fu'an and chased after him.

The courtyard suddenly fell silent.

Jiang Fu'an looked down at his son, his eyes full of surprise.

He had long known that Xiangqian had a talent for talismanic arts, but he never expected it to reach this level.

After only one explanation, the key to the miasma-repelling talisman was analyzed so thoroughly.

This is hardly the work of a beginner; he is clearly more knowledgeable than many seasoned practitioners who have been drawing talismans for years.

The combination of "quick-witted and eager to learn" and "the body of a talisman saint" is so powerful?

Xiangqian became somewhat uneasy: "Father, did I say something wrong—did I make them run away?"

"Let them run, I'm too lazy to teach them anyway."

Jiang Fu'an rubbed his head: "Come on, let Daddy explain some other talisman drawing methods to you. Once you reach the first level of Qi Refining, you'll be able to try drawing them yourself."

He guessed that the two men probably felt inferior to a little child and lost face, which is why they left in such a sorry state.

Jiang Fu'an didn't care about this.

It would be best if they never came again, so as not to waste his time.

However, Jiang Fu'an did not expect that Lu Changfeng and Xia Qingshan would never visit again after that day.

A month later, at the appointed time, he still hadn't shown up.

Jiang Fu'an couldn't help but mutter to himself, "What if the Wang family comes back to ask me for those twenty spirit stones as an apprenticeship fee?"

The idea had barely surfaced for half a month when, sure enough, people from the Wang family arrived.

It wasn't those two guest advisors who arrived, but Ma Ping and Shi Tou.

Before the stone man even entered the courtyard, his booming voice boomed in: "Dad! I've come to tell you some good news—you're going to be a grandfather!"