Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 83 The Birth of a Spiritual Vein (Twenty-Third Update)

Inside the main hall of the Wang family residence in Quelin.

Wang Zhiyue's gaze fell on Ma Ping, her voice filled with anxiety: "What exactly did Stone say when you went to Qinglu Mountain last time?"

"It's been over two months, why hasn't he come back yet?"

"Didn't we already report it last time?"

Ma Ping's tone was helpless, so he had to repeat himself: "Shi Tou said that the family's blue turtles haven't been finished yet, so they have to stay for a few more days."

"As you know, he needs a lot of flesh and blood to nourish his body during his physical training."

"No matter how much we eat, it shouldn't take two months to finish it all."

Wang Zhiyue was somewhat skeptical. After a moment's hesitation, she asked again, "Have you seen the Jiang family's fishpond with your own eyes? How many fish do they actually raise?"

Ma Ping shook his head: "I've never been inside. Ever since the house on the mountaintop was handed over to the Jiang family, I haven't stepped inside a single step."

"Every time I visited, Jiang Fu'an would host me at his old house at the foot of the mountain."

After hearing this, Wang Zhiyue frowned even more deeply.

It is said that the water in the Jiang family's fishpond comes from a spiritual spring.

Could it be that the amount of water flowing from the spiritual spring has suddenly increased in recent years, allowing them to raise a large number of fish?

This thought made her heart tighten.

She immediately instructed Ma Ping: "Go to Qinglu Mountain again and remind Shi Tou to come back and cultivate as soon as possible."

"Don't let your guard down just because you've just advanced to the mid-stage of Qi Refining. The path of cultivation is long."

"This time, you need to find a way to go into the mountaintop residence and check the condition of the fishpond and the spiritual spring with your own eyes."

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"yes!"

Ma Ping bowed and accepted the order, then turned and walked out of the hall.

He had just reached the threshold when Wang Zhiyue's voice came from behind him again: "Wait, I'll go with you."

She felt a vague unease, sensing that the Jiang family was hiding something from her.

I can't rest easy until I see it for myself.

After leaving the Wang family's gate, the two mounted their half-spirit horses and headed towards Qinglu Mountain along the country path.

It was early spring, and the crops in the fields were just sprouting tender buds, with the scent of soil mixed with the fragrance of green grass filling the air.

Ma Ping followed behind Wang Zhiyue, his gaze involuntarily falling on her back.

She wore a light blue long dress today, cinched at the waist, which showed off her still graceful curves.

The wind occasionally blew her long hair, revealing her fair neck.

As he looked at it, Ma Ping suddenly remembered something from many years ago.

At that time, they had a good relationship and often slept in the same bed at night.

Wang Zhiyue had promised him that once he advanced to the mid-stage of Qi Refining, they would resume their relationship.

But so many years have passed, and he still hasn't been able to buy the Spirit Gathering Pill. His cultivation is stuck at the third level of Qi Refining, and he can't break through anymore.

With only a little over ten years left to live, a strong sense of resentment suddenly welled up in his heart.

Before he died, he wanted to share a bed with her one more time.

"Master of the family."

Ma Ping himself didn't expect to speak up.

When the words came out, my voice was a little dry.

Wang Zhiyue was pondering the Jiang family's fishpond when she heard the sound and turned her head, her eyes asking questions.

Ma Ping gripped the reins tightly, his palms sweating slightly: "We're not young anymore, and you—you still won't restore our relationship?"

Wang Zhiyue was stunned for a moment before she understood what he meant.

She turned her head and looked at Ma Ping carefully.

His hair was gray, the wrinkles around his eyes were deep as if carved by a knife, and his back was somewhat hunched.

She suddenly smiled, a half-smile curving her lips.

"You want to share a room with me?"

Ma Ping met her gaze.

That face was breathtakingly beautiful in the sunlight, with skin as white as jade and eyes as gentle as water.

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily: "That's right!"

These words instantly wiped the smile off Wang Zhiyue's face.

She curled her lip, her sarcasm undisguised: "More than twenty years ago, when you were young, I wasn't interested in you. Do you think I would be interested now?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water, chilling Ma Ping to the bone.

But then, a surge of anger welled up inside him: "Wang Zhiyue! We're husband and wife! What gives you the right to look down on me?"

Wang Zhiyue turned her head away, looked straight ahead, and stopped answering.

In her opinion, the question was ridiculous—

On what grounds?

Of course, given his weak strength and exhausted potential, this is how his life will be.

After Ma Ping shouted that sentence, it seemed as if he had exhausted all his courage.

He lowered his head, stared at the horse's mane, and said nothing more.

The two remained silent the entire way, the only sound being the clatter of horses' hooves on the dirt road.

It was already afternoon when we arrived at the foot of Qinglu Mountain.

The slanting sunlight bathed the entire mountain in a golden hue.

Wang Zhiyue raised her head and looked at the mountain that she knew all too well.

She has lived here for more than ten years and remembers every single plant and tree clearly.

But today, she felt that something was different.

She urged her horse onto the mountain path, her gaze carefully sweeping over both sides.

The trees are still the same trees, the rocks are still the same rocks, but—

She suddenly turned to look at Ma Ping: "Don't you feel that the spiritual energy on this mountain is stronger than when we were here?"

Before he could finish speaking, the entire mountain suddenly began to shake slightly.

At the same time, a gust of wind rose from the ground, lifting Wang Zhiyue's skirt and revealing her fair calves.

But she didn't notice at all.

She was amazed by what was contained in the wind.

That wind was no ordinary wind; it was a rich flow of spiritual energy!

Ma Ping no longer cared about the view under the skirt he had been dreaming of.

Sensing the unique aura of the spiritual vein emanating from beneath his feet, his voice trembled: "Impossible—how could a spiritual vein possibly appear on Qinglu Mountain?"

The wind grew stronger, and a dense, almost visible spiritual energy emanated from all parts of the mountain, spreading out like a thin mist.

The spiritual energy flowed and gathered in the air, forming streams of milky white air that spread in all directions.

At the foot of the mountain, villagers working in the fields straightened up and stared in disbelief at this strange sight.

Someone raised their hand to try to touch the milky white air currents, and when their fingers passed through them, they felt a cool and refreshing sensation.

The faces of the experienced farmers changed.

An elderly man with a white beard murmured, "This is spiritual energy! Such dense spiritual energy—what happened at Qinglu Mountain?"

Further away, on a dirt road, a rogue cultivator dressed in a gray Taoist robe and riding a half-spirit horse happened to pass by.

He was walking with his head down when he suddenly reined in his horse and abruptly raised his head.

With his extraordinary sensitivity to spiritual energy, he immediately determined:

This is an unusual phenomenon caused by a surge of spiritual energy!

But he knew perfectly well that there were no spiritual veins in the entire Ping'an Town area.

Could it be that...?

He suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction from which the spiritual energy was surging.

A dozen miles away, the mountain shrouded in a light white mist appeared exceptionally clear in the sunlight.

"Qinglu Mountain————"

He murmured, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

On the mountain road of Qinglu Mountain.

Wang Zhiyue and Ma Ping stood there in shock for a long time until the strange phenomenon of the spiritual vein appearing in the world gradually subsided, and only then did they come back to their senses.

Wang Zhiyue's face was ashen, and her voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between her teeth: "No wonder Shi Tou no longer comes back to our Wang family. It turns out that the family has acquired a spiritual vein and no longer needs us."

With that, she flicked the reins and urged her horse to gallop up the mountain.

At that moment, she felt a sense of humiliation at being fooled.

It's not just because so many resources were invested in the stone, only to end up with nothing.

More importantly, this is clearly their ancestral land!

It had only been a short time since it was sold cheaply, and a spiritual vein appeared!

Ma Ping followed behind, his expression complex and hard to describe.

He originally thought that Jiang Fu'an was the same kind of person as him.

Average talent, mediocre luck, that's how my life will be.

But now————

Looking at the spiritually rich Qinglu Mountain before him, Ma Ping suddenly had a premonition.

Jiang Fu'an is about to turn his life around.