Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 86 Misfortune and Fortune Arrive at the Door (Twenty-Sixth Update)

After Wang Zhiyue left, the Jiang family went on high alert, with everyone on high alert, waiting for the arrival of those with ill intentions.

The first group of people arrived faster than expected.

The next morning, a sharp cry shattered the tranquility of the mountains.

"Hey——!"

It's the Fiery Eagle.

It folds its wings from high above, like a burning flame, and swoops straight down.

Jiang Fu'an was engrossed in drawing talismans in the talisman room when he heard the eagle's cry. He didn't care about wasting talisman paper, so he immediately threw down his pen and rushed out of the room.

In the courtyard, Yue'er was already standing there.

The fiery eagle folded its wings and landed on her outstretched arm, chirping urgently as its beak opened and closed.

A moment later, Yue'er suddenly turned around, her face pale, and said quickly and urgently, "Father! There are four people flying towards Qinglu Mountain from the west. They are moving very fast, and their auras are very strong!"

Jiang Fu'an's heart sank.

To the west lies the direction of Moon Spirit Market.

His biggest worry was that the unaffiliated monks near the market would be the first to smell the scent and come over, and to his surprise, he guessed right.

Su Wanqing and Miao Ruolan turned pale upon hearing this.

If we can't stop them, today might be the day our entire family is wiped out.

Only Shi Tou, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

Jiang Fu'an remained calm. He turned around, his gaze sweeping over his anxious family members, and said in a steady voice, "Don't panic. Most of the people who come are at the late stage of Qi Refining or higher. They might not even look at a low-grade first-order spiritual vein."

"Besides, our Golden Light Array isn't just for show. Below the Foundation Establishment stage, breaking through it won't be easy—"

Before he could finish speaking, several black dots appeared on the horizon.

The black dot rapidly enlarged, and in the blink of an eye, it became four figures standing in mid-air.

They hovered above the courtyard, looking down at Qinglu Mountain below, pointing and gesturing as if discussing something.

From a distance, one could only make out that it was an old man wearing a wide Taoist robe and three middle-aged cultivators of different builds.

Their specific appearance was completely obscured, and not a single word of their voice could be heard.

Jiang Fu'an and his family held their breath and looked up.

The four people remained in the sky for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Finally, they moved—

Instead of landing, it changed direction and flew back westward at a leisurely pace, following the path it had come from.

"Gone—gone?"

Yue'er blinked, her voice filled with disbelief and surprise: "Father, they really look down on us here!"

Miao Ruolan frowned and asked in confusion, "That's strange. Even if they don't need it themselves, they can still make a fortune by selling it or leaving it to their descendants."

"Why didn't you even try?"

"It must be because of the rice seedlings."

Jiang Fu'an gazed at the horizon where the four had disappeared and slowly said, "He Miao is a disciple of the Miaoyin Sect. She reached the late stage of Qi Refining at the age of eighteen and has a great chance of Foundation Establishment."

"Those people probably don't want to make an enemy of such a promising cultivator for the sake of a low-grade first-level spiritual vein."

Miao Ruolan nodded, suddenly realizing what she meant.

But then she realized something: "Wait a minute, how do they know so much about the seedlings?"

These words brought a slight smile to Jiang Fu'an's lips.

It was naturally the rumor he spread.

Although He Miaoren was in the sect, he had already spread the news over the past few months that "the Jiang family has produced an 18-year-old Qi Refining late-stage genius."

Wang Zhiyue hated him to the bone, but never actually made a move, mostly because of this.

In the following days, a constant stream of cultivators came to "visit" the foot of Qinglu Mountain.

There were solo travelers and groups of two or three, but most of them just wandered around the foot of the mountain a few times before shaking their heads and leaving.

No one ever made a move against the Jiang family mansion.

Slowly, even the stone relaxed, muttering, "It seems our spiritual vein is of too low a grade; they don't even look at it."

But Jiang Fu'an remained uneasy.

Cultivators with high cultivation levels and strong foundations might be wary of the reputation of He Miao and Miaoyin Sect.

But those low-level rogue cultivators who live on the edge and don't know what tomorrow will bring don't have many scruples.

Even if He Miao were only at the late stage of Qi Refining, or even if she were a Nascent Soul cultivator, she probably wouldn't be able to control those desperate criminals if they weren't in front of her.

However, before the trouble could truly arrive, "good fortune" came first.

【Name: Fortune】

[Quality: Blue (Note: From lowest to highest: white, green, blue, purple, orange, red)]

[Content: At dawn, a team of ten people set off from Moon Spirit Market and headed straight for Clear Dew Mountain.]

The group consists entirely of cultivators at the early and mid-stages of Qi Refining. Their plan is to sneak up the mountain path at midnight tonight and launch a surprise attack on the Jiang family residence.

[Hint: With your current strength, if you set up an ambush beforehand, you have a 70% chance of defeating this team. It is recommended to take the initiative and ambush them along the way.]

After receiving all the information from "Fortune", Jiang Fu'an fell into deep thought.

A 70% chance of success is not low.

"Fu Yuan" even suggests taking the initiative.

But a battle is still a battle; swords have no eyes, magic is merciless, and even the highest odds of victory can be subject to unexpected events.

If he had a choice, he would naturally want the kind of sure-fire, risk-free way to win.

But he also understood that this battle was one he could not avoid.

Even if you don't take the initiative, the other party will still come knocking on your door.

At that time, they will simply rely on the "Golden Light Formation" to defend themselves. Although this is a safer option, it also means they will lose the initiative.

not to mention----

This "fortune" was actually of blue quality, even better than the opportunity that led him to discover the cave dwelling of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

This means that the items those ten people were carrying were probably extremely valuable, possibly even exceeding the wealth of a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

After much deliberation, a resolute glint flashed in Jiang Fu'an's eyes.

If this attacking force can be wiped out cleanly and efficiently in the wild, the news itself will serve as a powerful deterrent.

The troubles ahead may be reduced by more than half.

It's done!

At the same time, hundreds of miles away from Qinglu Mountain.

A dirt road winds its way forward, with wild grass growing lushly along its sides.

A group of cultivators were riding half-spirit horses, traveling at a leisurely pace.

The leader was a female cultivator.

She had an ordinary face and would disappear into a crowd in the blink of an eye.

But her figure was extremely alluring, wrapped in a tight-fitting outfit that accentuated her curves.

If Jiang Fu'an were here, he would recognize him at a glance.

This was the same leader of the treacherous cultivators who had chased him for several hours back then.

In the caravan, an elderly man with a thin face, dressed in a gray robe, spurred his horse and quickened his pace, riding alongside the beautiful woman.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute, his tone somewhat polite: "Fellow Daoist Bai, there is something I've been thinking about and would like to ask you about."

The beautiful woman turned her head, a kind smile blooming on her face, her voice gentle as water: "Senior Chen, you are too kind. Please feel free to ask me anything, and I will answer to the best of my knowledge."

The old man in gray stroked his sparse goatee, his eyes filled with confusion: "As far as I know, Qinglu Mountain is only a low-grade first-order spiritual vein."

"It's not of much use to people of our cultivation level."

"I really don't understand why Fellow Daoist Bai is so determined to get this mountain."

"They even felt they weren't confident enough, so they specifically asked me to join forces with them."

Upon hearing this, the gentle smile on the beautiful woman's face instantly faded.

She narrowed her eyes, gazing in the direction of Qinglu Mountain, her voice icy: "Senior Chen, you may not know this, but Qinglu Mountain should have always been mine."

"Going there today is simply to reclaim what is rightfully mine."

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