Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 92 The Seedlings Return Home (Seeking First Subscription)

In the days that followed, several more incidents of outsiders invading Qinglu Mountain occurred.

However, the scale is never large, with only one or two people each time.

They mostly tried to sneak into the Jiang family's residence quietly under the cover of darkness.

Unfortunately, at night, the entire mansion is enveloped in a "golden light array," resembling an overturned golden bowl, completely separating the inside from the outside.

Those people would often linger outside the formation for a long time, but in the end they could only leave disappointed.

Two of them were particularly unlucky and were spotted by Stone, who was on night watch.

Without saying a word, Shi Tou picked up his long sword and chased after him.

He returned in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

He just had two more storage bags in his hands.

And so, three months passed in a cycle of vigilance and calm.

On this day, He Miao finally rushed home, covered in dust.

"Father, are you alright?"

At the entrance of the courtyard, He Miao, pale-faced, grabbed Jiang Fu'an, who had come out to greet her, her voice filled with anxiety.

She hurried along the way, and only when she stepped into Qinglu Mountain did she realize with surprise that the spiritual vein had appeared ahead of schedule.

The news sank her heart, and she was filled with wild thoughts all the way home, fearing that something terrible had happened to her family.

Jiang Fu'an smiled and said in a relaxed tone, "It's alright! Although a few fools tried to take advantage of our family, they were all driven away by the stones."

As he spoke, he carefully examined his daughter's face, noticing a pallor that hinted at weakness. He quickly asked with concern, "But you, were you injured during the sect competition?"

Hearing that everything was alright at home, He Miao breathed a sigh of relief.

She raised her face, striking a confident pose: "What could possibly happen to me?"

"Father, you have prepared so many cultivation resources for me. Among my fellow disciples, how many can threaten me?"

As she spoke, she reached into her storage pouch at her waist and took out a small white porcelain bottle, her eyes gleaming with joy: "Father, look—I got the Spirit Gathering Pill!"

"Thank you for your hard work. Please come inside and talk."

Jiang Fu'an took the porcelain bottle and then led his daughter into the yard.

In the instant he turned around, a thought struck him, and he quietly summoned the seedling's attribute panel:

Name: Jiang Xianghe

Age: 19

[Cultivation Level: Qi Refining Level 7]

Lifespan: 83 + 42

Hidden injuries: 1 (reducing lifespan by 4 years)

When Jiang Fu'an saw the new hidden injury on the panel, his heart felt a pang.

Four years of lifespan —

It turns out that the daughter was injured during the competition.

He paused for a moment, his throat tightening slightly: "He Miao, you—Dad thanks you for winning this elixir for me."

He wanted to ask, "Where is the injury? Is it better?" but he swallowed the words back.

Even if he knew now, what ability would he have to heal his daughter's hidden wounds?

She chose to keep it a secret because she didn't want him to worry.

Then let's pretend we don't know for now.

After sitting down in the hall, He Miao noticed that her father was surrounded by a radiant aura, and his aura had reached the perfect state of the third level of Qi Refining.

She was taken aback, her eyes widening slightly: "Father, how did you cultivate so quickly? It's only been a few months—"

Jiang Fu'an had anticipated his daughter's question and smiled as he pointed towards the spiritual spring: "The spiritual energy over there has been concentrated for many years, and it's almost no different from cultivating on a first-grade low-level spiritual vein."

"In addition, over the years, Stone and I have ventured into the Misty Mountains and gained quite a lot."

"On one occasion, we even picked quite a few Green Spirit Fruits."

"Green Spirit Fruit?"

He Miao raised her voice a little, and a look of surprise appeared on her face: "That's the main ingredient for refining Qi Nourishing Pills! I heard that one pill can be worth several spirit stones."

"Dad, you guys are really lucky."

Jiang Fu'an then learned the purpose of the Green Spirit Fruit.

If I had known how to refine pills back then, the profits would probably have been several times greater.

He shook his head and smiled, his tone tinged with emotion: "It's a pity that my father didn't recognize this fruit back then, and there was nowhere to sell it."

"Seeing that it could aid in cultivation, I ate it all."

He Miao didn't feel it was a pity at all; instead, she laughed and said, "This is fine too. The Qingling Fruit itself doesn't contain any poison, so it doesn't matter how much you eat."

"It's just too expensive, and I'm not exactly flush with cash right now."

"Once my daughter successfully completes her foundation building, I will buy it for you to eat every day."

Her eyes sparkled as she said this, full of anticipation.

As her father's cultivation level increases, his lifespan will be extended, giving her more time to accompany him and fulfill her filial duties.

This made her happier than anything else.

After saying that, she remembered something and her tone became serious: "Father, now that you have reached the peak of the early stage of Qi Refining and have the Spirit Gathering Pill, why don't you take advantage of these next few days to break through?"

"I happen to be home, so I can protect you."

This suggestion perfectly reflects what Zhongjiang Fu'an was thinking.

I've heard that breaking through to a higher realm takes anywhere from one or two days to several days.

He was indeed a little worried that only Shi Tou had been guarding the place for so long.

If there are seedlings in the later stages of Qi Refining to take charge, then I feel much more at ease.

He immediately nodded: "Okay, then I'll go into seclusion for the next two days. I'll leave the household to you."

The return of the rice seedlings made the atmosphere in the whole courtyard much more relaxed.

Jiang Fu'an was in a great mood. He personally went to the backyard to slaughter a half-spirit pig and scooped out a few blue-shelled turtles from the pond before rolling up his sleeves and heading to the kitchen.

He relied on the cooking techniques from his past life, and added the tips and tricks he had learned from those spiritual cooking books in the past few days.

After braising, stewing, steaming, and stir-frying for most of the hour, a table was filled with a variety of tempting dishes.

As soon as the dishes were served, Yue'er sniffed and came over, grabbing a piece of fish with her chopsticks and putting it in her mouth.

After chewing a couple of times, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked up in surprise, saying, "Dad, when did you start cooking so well?"

Jiang Fu'an felt smug and deliberately asked, "Then tell me, between Father and Zhaoyun, who cooks better?"

"Of course it's Dad!"

Yue'er's cheeks were stuffed full, and she could only speak indistinctly, but her chopsticks never stopped.

Upon hearing this, a hint of doubt flashed across Stone's face.

My wife is a proper chef.

He couldn't argue, so he silently reached out with his chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork, and put it in his mouth.

The meat chunks were tender and flavorful, with a salty-sweet taste and a hint of umami, definitely more delicious than what Zhaoyun usually makes.

He nodded and honestly commented, "It tastes even better than Zhaoyun's."

Jiang Fu'an understood the meaning behind his words:

It tastes good, but its benefits to cultivation and body refinement are ultimately not as good as what Zhao Yun made.

He Miao took a few bites, a look of surprise in her eyes: "Dad, when did you learn to cook?"

"I had some free time the other day, so I read a few books related to spiritual cooking —"

Jiang Fu'an explained with a smile.

It turns out that he had gone through all the books in those spoils a few days ago, especially the ones about cooking.

As I watched, I tried to incorporate the cooking techniques I knew from my previous life, and unexpectedly, I discovered some different ways to cook.

The taste was surprisingly good.

The family thoroughly enjoyed the meal.

Everyone ate half a bowl more rice than usual, and only put down their chopsticks when the plates and bowls were completely empty, still feeling unsatisfied.

Two days later, everything was ready.

Under the watchful eyes of several children, Jiang Fu'an entered the cultivation room.

But he was unaware that during his seclusion, the Jiang family was about to face the greatest crisis since the emergence of the spiritual vein.