Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 133 The Calamity of Dan Knocks on the Mountain

"Foundation Pill?"

Sun Zhiwei frowned slightly, a hint of wariness flashing in her eyes.

She looked up at Jiang Fu'an, her mind racing, wondering why he had suddenly brought this up.

Seeing that she had misunderstood, Jiang Fu'an quickly explained, "Your uncle is worried that you might be targeted by those who secretly covet the Foundation Establishment Pill when you go out."

"You left the sect suddenly, and those people may not have had time to react."

"But when you return, the journey will likely be fraught with danger."

"This—how is this possible!"

Sun Zhiwei's face was filled with disbelief, and his voice unconsciously rose: "My knowledge of the Foundation Establishment Pill is limited to a few fellow disciples."

"The rules of the Miaoyin Sect are strict; who would dare to make a move so easily?"

"Besides, why would I carry something so valuable with me at all times?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fu'an did not relax. Instead, he quickly analyzed, "Our fellow disciples may not take action themselves, but it's hard to guarantee that the news won't leak out from their mouths."

"You only know that you didn't bring the Foundation Establishment Pill with you, how can outsiders be sure?"

"Nephew, you have been cultivating in the sect for a long time, so you may not know how much of a storm a Foundation Establishment Pill can cause in the outside world."

"A few years ago, a Foundation Establishment Pill was auctioned in Moon Spirit Market, and it was eventually bought by the Mu family of Jade Moon Lake at a high price."

"On the return journey, the Foundation Establishment stage ancestor of the Mu family personally escorted us, and the security was extremely tight."

"But the result was that they were still kidnapped halfway, and the Foundation Establishment Ancestor was also seriously injured."

"They couldn't even protect a Foundation Establishment cultivator?!"

Sun Zhiwei suddenly stood up from her chair, her face pale and her eyes filled with panic.

"Uncle—what should I do now?"

Jiang Fu'an pondered for a moment, then gave his advice in a steady voice: "You didn't stay at Qinglu Mountain for long. Even if someone wanted to make a move, they wouldn't have time to make proper arrangements."

"In my opinion, you should set off immediately, head east first, make a big detour, and then return to Miaoyin Sect."

"Yes—yes!"

Sun Zhiwei's eyes lit up, and she chimed in, "I didn't tell anyone when I came out, so they're definitely not ready yet!"

As she spoke, she turned and walked towards the door, her robes billowing in the wind.

"Wait a minute!"

Jiang Fu'an called her back, picked up the stack of talismans, and stuffed them into Sun Zhiwei's hand: "Take these for self-defense. After returning to the sect this time, don't go down the mountain lightly."

Sun Zhiwei did not refuse this time.

She bowed deeply to Jiang Fu'an, said no more, turned and walked out the door, her steps quick and light.

In just a few breaths, a pink figure swept across the sky on the east side of Qinglu Mountain and sped off towards the east.

Jiang Fu'an's decision to have Sun Zhiwei leave immediately stemmed not only from concern for her safety, but also from another underlying reason:

Don't bring trouble to Qinglu Mountain.

He was not afraid of ordinary late-stage Qi Refining cultivators, but that was in a one-on-one situation.

But if the other party sends three to five people, or even more, he has no way to deal with it.

Jiang Fu'an didn't delay any longer. He immediately stepped out of the courtyard, facing down the mountain, and channeled his spiritual power, his voice ringing out: "Yue'er, Fellow Daoist Ning, come to the mountaintop immediately!"

The sound echoed through the valley, startling several roosting birds.

The reason for calling the two people up was to prepare for any eventuality, so that they could hide inside the golden light array in advance.

This is to prevent those who covet the Foundation Establishment Pill from coming to Qinglu Mountain to interrogate Sun Zhiwei if they cannot find him.

As for mortal servants like Boss Xu, cultivators usually respect their status and, unless there is a deep-seated grudge, they generally will not deliberately target them.

A moment later, a rustling sound came from the bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain, mixed with the heavy thud of hooves.

Then Yue'er rode the wild boar up the mountain.

"Father, what happened?"

"Today's mountain patrol will be suspended."

Jiang Fu'an said succinctly, "We might have some unpleasant guests coming later. You should go home first and not linger outside."

Upon hearing this, a hint of fear flashed across Yue'er's face.

Over the years, she had seen monks with malicious intentions on the mountain more than once, and she knew the seriousness of the matter.

Suddenly remembering something, she looked up at the sky and hurriedly said, "Should we call back the Firehawk that's patrolling in the sky?"

Jiang Fu'an was reminded by her that there was a group of loyal spirit beasts guarding Qinglu Mountain.

He immediately ordered: "Not only the Firehawks, but all the Mountain Boars should hide deep in the bamboo forest."

"No matter what noise you hear later, you must not show yourself without orders."

"good!"

Yue'er nodded emphatically, pulled a bone whistle from her collar, brought it to her lips, and blew hard with a "whoosh."

A clear, slightly sharp whistle pierced through the clouds.

High in the sky, several fiery red figures that had been slowly circling suddenly stopped, then folded their wide wings and swooped down like several red arrows.

She leaned down again and whispered urgently into the big ear of the wild boar.

At this moment, Ning Zhiyuan also ran up the mountain path.

"Chief Jiang, why did you summon me so urgently? It's because—"

Jiang Fu'an didn't have time to explain and raised his hand to interrupt him: "Fellow Daoist Ning, please enter the formation first, and we'll discuss the details later."

As he spoke, he turned and walked towards the courtyard.

After Yue'er finished giving her instructions, she jumped off the pig's back, and the three of them quickly crossed the courtyard gate.

Jiang Fu'an waved his hand back, and a beam of spiritual light entered the array core.

The transparent, invisible light screen at the gate of the mansion flickered slightly, rippled with pale gold, and then slowly closed up.

At this point, the entire golden light array was completely sealed off.

The pale golden light shield, like an inverted giant bowl, completely protected the Jiang family mansion.

"Chief Jiang, what is the reason for this? Why do you look as if you are facing a formidable enemy?"

Ning Zhiyuan couldn't help but ask again.

Just as Jiang Fu'an was about to explain, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the southwestern horizon out of the corner of his eye.

Three black dots appeared in the clouds, flying toward Qinglu Mountain at an extremely fast speed!

He felt a chill: Was Sun Zhiwei really being targeted?

"Let's see what these people are up to. Hopefully, it's just a false alarm."

He gave a brief response to Ning Zhiyuan's question, then looked intently at the sky.

The three black dots rapidly magnified in the field of vision, gradually becoming clearer.

They were three men dressed in matching black outfits, their faces covered with iron masks to conceal their features.

Given this attire and the timing, it's highly likely they've come for Sun Zhiwei.

However, after carefully observing their flight speed, Jiang Fu'an felt a slight sense of relief.

Their escape speed was similar to that of late-stage Qi Refining cultivators such as Zhao Lintang and Sun Zhiwei.

This indicates that the person who came was at most at the late stage of Qi Refining.

It would be no easy task for just three people to shake this golden light array.

The three flew over Qinglu Mountain, and two of them continued eastward without stopping.

The remaining short, stout man in black turned and headed towards the Jiang family mansion below.

Before he had even fully landed, a rough, hoarse voice came through the mask: "Which of you is the head of the Jiang family? Come out and answer!"

His tone was arrogant and domineering.

Jiang Fu'an stepped forward, his expression calm: "What brings you here to my Qinglu Mountain, wearing a mask and hiding your true identity?"

The short, stout man hovered in mid-air, scoffing at Jiang Fu'an's question.

His gaze, hidden behind his iron mask, swept across the courtyard. He demanded sharply, "Enough with the nonsense! I'm asking you, what did Sun Zhiwei just say? And where did she go?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fu'an sighed inwardly:

Sun Zhiwei's whereabouts were indeed being monitored. From leaving the sect to arriving at Qinglu Mountain, his entire route had probably been figured out.

Hopefully, she will follow the plan to travel east and take a detour, thus successfully escaping their pursuit.

On the surface, however, he showed no emotion, only coldly uttering four words: "No comment."

"presumptuous!"

The short, stout man flew into a rage and swung his right hand violently!

A fireball the size of a fist instantly condensed in his palm, and then smashed down on Jiang Fu'an below!

The fireball had just flown to within ten feet of the courtyard when it seemed to have struck an invisible wall of bronze and iron, and exploded with a deafening roar!

Flames flew and heat waves rolled, but were steadily blocked by the pale golden light barrier.

Under attack, the previously invisible golden light array became fully visible.

A golden light shield completely protected the entire mansion.

Jiang Fu'an stared at the scattered sparks in the air, a hint of murderous intent flashing in the depths of his eyes, but it vanished in an instant.

The origins of the other party are unknown, and the number of their accomplices is also unknown. If we rashly kill them, the consequences could be unpredictable.

The short, stout man clearly recognized the formation. Looking at the golden shield of light, a surprised voice came from behind his iron mask: "It's the Golden Light Formation?!"

He clearly knew that this formation was highly defensive and had a cultivator presiding over it, making it extremely difficult for him to break through on his own.

Just then, the doors to the rooms throughout the courtyard began to open one after another.

Upon hearing the commotion, Jiang Xiangqian, Er Ya, Jiang Hexuan, and more than ten other Jiang family cultivators came out and gathered in the courtyard to check the situation.

Although everyone looked surprised and suspicious, they did not panic and all looked at the uninvited guests outside the formation.

The short, stout man's gaze swept over them and he saw that there were more than ten people on the other side, including four of them who were at the mid-stage of Qi Refining. He was immediately alarmed.

In battles between cultivators, the advantage of numbers should not be underestimated.

Even spells from the early stages of Qi Refining are no joke when they hit you.

More importantly, the Jiang family's serious and prepared stance precisely demonstrates that Sun Zhiwei is already on alert and has taken precautions.

There's no point in me staying here and getting entangled any longer.

"snort!"

He let out a heavy snort, said no more, turned his flying artifact around, and soared into the sky, chasing after the eastward direction where his two companions had disappeared.

Seeing that the other party had left, Jiang Fu'an turned around and waved to the gathered clansmen: "It's alright, everyone go back to your houses."

"For the next two days, do not leave the area of ​​the golden light array."

Seeing that the formation was secure and the powerful enemy had retreated, the crowd felt somewhat relieved and dispersed in hushed tones.

Before long, only Jiang Fu'an and Ning Zhiyuan remained in the courtyard.

Ning Zhiyuan's residence was not within the formation, and he didn't know where to go at the moment.

Jiang Fu'an still kept a sliver of attention on the sky, and casually asked, "By the way, Fellow Daoist Ning, how did the process of refining the Qi-Nourishing Pills with those Moonlight Grass and Spirit-Gathering Flowers I gave you the other day go?"

Three months ago, when the batch of medicinal herbs in the herb garden matured, he gave Ning Zhiyuan a ten percent share as agreed to test his skills.

Ning Zhiyuan was pondering whether to talk to Yue'er when he heard this and an embarrassment immediately appeared on his face: "This—I haven't practiced for a long time, my technique is rusty, and I always lack a bit of control over the heat—"

Jiang Fu'an understood immediately—those spiritual herbs had probably all gone to waste, and not a single pill had been successfully refined.

Considering Ning Zhiyuan's previous deceptive "All-Encompassing Pill," he basically concluded that this fellow Daoist Ning truly had no talent in alchemy.

He smiled and suggested, "In that case, Fellow Daoist Ning, why don't you focus more on taking care of the herb garden?"

"From now on, I will record your contribution for every batch of medicinal herbs harvested."

"Once you have enough contribution points, you can directly exchange them for Spirit Gathering Pills, how about that?"

Ning Zhiyuan's eyes immediately lit up.

He had been stuck at the peak of the third level of Qi Refining for some time and was worried about purchasing Spirit Gathering Pills.

Jiang Fu'an's suggestion was like a pillow being handed to someone who was sleepy.

He hurriedly replied, "Clan Chief Jiang is so generous! May I ask for details on the exchange of these contributions?"

"So I'll have a better understanding of the situation, and then I'll be more motivated to work, right?"

"nature."

Jiang Fu'an led him to sit on a stone bench in the courtyard and explained the rules for accumulating and exchanging contribution points, which he had already thought of.

The three masked men in black never reappeared after they left that day.

Qinglu Mountain was on high alert for several days. Except for necessary outings, all cultivators stayed inside the formation.

The situation remained calm until the fifth day.

Jiang Fu'an finally realized that he had temporarily escaped this trouble.

The next morning.

The mountaintop platform was bathed in the thin light of dawn, and dew still clung to the tips of the grass blades.

Jiang Fu'an stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a neat blue outfit.

Before him, all the cultivators of the Jiang family stood in neat rows.

Jiang Fu'an slowly swept his gaze over the crowd, cleared his throat, and said loudly, "I have gathered everyone here today to announce something."

"From this day forward, I will personally teach you practical combat techniques and skills."

"Six months from now, we will hold a small competition within Qinglu Mountain."

"The first place winner will receive one hundred spirit stones; the second place winner will receive sixty spirit stones; and the third place winner will receive thirty spirit stones."

Although the situation on the border between the State of Song and the State of Xia is still unclear and war may not actually break out, it is never wrong to prepare for a rainy day.

Jiang Fu'an plans to start improving the actual combat capabilities of every cultivator in the family from this moment on.

The purpose of using spirit stones as incentives is to motivate everyone.

These words immediately caused a stir in the queue.

The group looked at each other, their faces filled with barely concealed excitement and eagerness.

Xuan'er was the first to lose her temper, jumping out of the queue and running to Jiang Fu'an: "Grandpa! Teach me now! I'll definitely get first place in this competition!"

Her little fists were clenched tightly, and her tone was full of seriousness.

Jiang Fu'an was slightly taken aback, then burst into laughter.

I never expected that this little granddaughter, despite her young age, would have such a strong competitive spirit.

Her personality is quite similar to her father's.

However, upon further reflection, he realized that this was not necessarily a bad thing.

Xuan'er possesses the "Five Elements Body" and cultivates the "Purple Luo Extreme Flame Technique," which is known for its explosive power, making her potential far surpass that of her peers.

If this competitive spirit can be guided in the right direction, the future is promising.

By the mountain path, Yue'er leaned quietly against a clump of green bamboo, her gaze passing over the crowd and landing on her father.

As he explained things to his people, a look of envy and a touch of melancholy crossed his eyes.

Deep in her heart, she harbored a dream about cultivating immortality.

When she was seven years old, she cried and made a fuss when she learned that she had no spiritual roots and could not cultivate.

Her father, who always indulged her every whim, didn't try to get her to cultivate that time.

They simply bought countless candied fruits, candied hawthorns, and other snacks.

At that moment, young Yue'er vaguely understood that there were some things that even her omnipotent father was powerless to change.

So over the years, she has never mentioned this wish again.

She learned to manage household chores, care for spirit beasts, and patrol the mountains and forests, burying that longing deep in her heart.

Only when no one was around would he occasionally look up and stare blankly at the figures of cultivators passing through the sky.

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