Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 80 The Girl Riding a Pig (Twentieth Update)

Now, the number of mountain pigs raised by Yue'er has grown from the initial three to a full ten.

Jiang Fu'an did not rush to slaughter them, but used them to breed the more cost-effective semi-spirit pigs.

These semi-spirit pigs are not picky eaters and have very low breeding costs.

Moreover, they grow quickly and have firm flesh, so they can be slaughtered and eaten after about a year of raising.

Over the years, most of the meat Jiang Fu'an needed for body cultivation came from the group of semi-spirit pigs raised at home.

The other part of their meat came from the hunting trips that Shi Tou and Yue Er took into the Misty Mountains every one or two months.

With Yueji's "lucky star" destiny, the two of them almost never returned empty-handed.

However, Jiang Fu'an did not allow them to go into the mountains frequently.

Stone should primarily focus on cultivation and shouldn't always be running around outside;

Moreover, he was also vaguely worried that if he hunted too many, he might alert the more powerful monsters deep in the Misty Mountain Range and cause unnecessary trouble.

On a flat open space at the top of the mountain, ten mountain-pushing boars, each the size of a water buffalo, were lined up in a row.

Yue'er, dressed in a bright red outfit, was riding on the back of the largest boar in the middle.

She gripped the pig's bristles with one hand and waved the other at Jiang Fu'an, who was standing not far away, calling out in a clear voice, "Dad, we're all ready, can we begin?"

As she spoke, her eyes sparkled, and her face was full of eager anticipation.

"Okay, let's begin."

Jiang Fu'an nodded, then raised his voice and warned, "Sit still and be careful not to fall!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly.

The ten boars started running forward at the same time, carrying Yue'er on their backs.

At first, he was a little clumsy, but soon he ran faster and faster, his hooves thundering and kicking up dust, as if a thousand horses were galloping past him.

Jiang Fu'an squinted at it, nodding inwardly:

Such a powerful impact would likely crush even a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator into a pulp if they were to collide head-on with it.

But he quickly noticed the obvious flaw.

These pigs are so bulky and their running routes are so straight.

If an experienced cultivator were to encounter them, they could simply cast a "Quicksand Technique" in front of them, and all ten of these giant creatures would likely be trapped and unable to move.

"If only we could be faster, so fast that the opponent wouldn't have time to cast a spell—"

Just as he was thinking this, a more intense clatter of hooves suddenly came from the field.

The ten mountain-pushing boars suddenly increased their running frequency, their four hooves flying, and they rushed forward like arrows released from a bow!

It was so fast that it almost left a trail of afterimages, and in the blink of an eye it had rushed twenty or thirty feet away.

"Brutal charge!"

Jiang Fu'an immediately understood that they had activated an acceleration spell.

At this moment, with this momentum, they can advance dozens of meters in the blink of an eye.

If you take advantage of the enemy's distraction and suddenly order the pigs to charge, the success rate will definitely increase significantly.

As he was pondering this, the herd of pigs had already rushed to the edge of the other side of the mountain.

Yue'er raised her arm high, waved it to the side, and shouted, "Turn in the direction I point! Turn around, then run back!"

The herd of wild boars seemed to understand, first slowing their pace in unison, then turning a wide right turn in an orderly fashion.

The hoofbeats didn't falter, the formation didn't break, and in no time they rumbled back to Jiang Fu'an.

Sitting atop the pig's back, Yue'er looked like a victorious little general, and asked excitedly, "Daddy, how did they do?"

Jiang Fu'an praised without reservation: "Very good! Just based on the momentum of this charge, cultivators below the Foundation Establishment stage would never dare to directly confront it."

"But ask them: if an enemy were to attack Qinglu Mountain, would they dare to charge towards them?"

He knew in his heart that regular drills were one thing, but when it came to the real battlefield where everyone was fighting for their lives, it was another.

The mountain boar is quite intelligent and can distinguish danger, so it may not be willing to fight to the death for humans.

Yue'er bent down, leaned close to the ear of the wild boar she was riding, and whispered something.

The boar blinked its small eyes, its gaze sweeping over Jiang Fu'an, making "snort-snort" sounds from its nose.

A moment later, Yue'er straightened up and reported to Jiang Fu'an: "They said they can help guard the mountain, but there are conditions."

"They want to live on this mountain forever. You can't hunt them or drive them away."

"no problem!"

Looking at the ten mountain-pushing boars in front of him, Jiang Fu'an solemnly made a promise: "If you can really help my Jiang family overcome this crisis, then from now on, Qinglu Mountain will be your home."

"I will establish clan rules that all members of the Jiang clan must not harm or drive away the mountain-pushing boars that have made their home on Qinglu Mountain."

Upon hearing this, the gaze of the boar beneath Yue'er shifted slightly, becoming less wary and more docile as it looked at Jiang Fu'an.

It made two short "humming" sounds from its nose.

Yue'er translated at the opportune moment: "They agreed!"

Jiang Fu'an made up his mind and then instructed, "Yue'er, then you take them and continue practicing on the mountaintop. Make sure you practice until you are proficient."

"Later, we might set up some wooden stakes and stones as obstacles to train them to dodge them flexibly when charging."

Yue'er patted her chest, full of enthusiasm: "Father, don't worry, leave it to me! Although I can't cultivate, I will definitely protect our family."

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Jiang Fu'an didn't linger any longer and turned to walk towards the house halfway up the mountain.

Pushing the wild boar is a good trump card, but it's not enough.

He needed to prepare his second trump card—a mid-grade first-tier talisman.

Generally speaking, cultivators in the early stages of Qi Refining can only draw first-grade low-level talismans.

To draw a mid-grade talisman, one must at least break through to the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

The reason is simple: the patterns and structures of mid-grade talismans are several times more complex than those of low-grade ones, and the mental and magical power consumed during their creation is significantly increased.

This is an almost unbearable burden for cultivators in the early stages of Qi Refining, and very few can avoid making the slightest mistake under such circumstances.

Jiang Fu'an originally thought he couldn't do it.

However, after he replicated his granddaughter Jiang Hexuan's "Five Elements Body", he unexpectedly discovered that this constitution was actually helpful in drawing talismans.

For example, when drawing a "fireball talisman", if you can convert the wood attribute magic power in your body into the fire attribute in advance, the writing will be much smoother and the talisman will be easier to gather spiritual energy.

Therefore, Jiang Fu'an decided to challenge his limits.

With the dual blessing of the "Five Elements Body" and the "Talisman Saint Body", will I be able to break through the limitations of my cultivation and create a mid-grade first-level talisman?

He pushed open the door to the talisman room, which was brightly lit with candles.

The second son, Jiang Xiangqian, was bent over his desk, intently wielding the talisman brush in his hand.

Now that his cultivation has reached the first level of Qi Refining, he is already adept at drawing first-grade low-level talismans, becoming an important help in the supply of talismans for his family.

Jiang Fu'an quietly closed the door, walked behind his son, and watched him carefully draw the talisman stroke by stroke without making a sound to disturb him.