Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 134 The Council of a Hundred Races

After that, every morning, Jiang Fu'an would set aside some time to come to the martial arts training ground that had been opened up at the top of Qinglu Mountain.

He taught the Jiang family cultivators the tricks of casting spells, methods of responding to enemies, and how to control the magical artifacts in their hands.

Although he didn't have much experience fighting against cultivators, his understanding of the Five Elements spells was extremely thorough.

In addition, there is the hunting experience of traversing mountains and forests and dealing with wild animals over many years.

It is more than enough to teach these young men and women who have hardly ever left Qinglu Mountain since they began their cultivation.

For several days in a row, he caught glimpses of Yue'er standing quietly at the edge of the crowd, staring intently in his direction.

Jiang Fu'an knew perfectly well what his daughter was thinking.

However, cultivation ultimately depends on talent, and no matter how much he loved her, he was powerless to change the fact that she had no spiritual roots.

That day, the explanation came to an end, and the cultivators dispersed in twos and threes to practice and exchange techniques.

Jiang Fu'an looked up and saw Yue'er silently turn around and slowly walk down the mountain path.

She kept her head down, her shoulders slumped slightly, exuding an indescribable sense of loneliness.

Just then, a brilliant idea flashed into Jiang Fu'an's mind.

He quickly took a few steps to catch up: "Yue'er, wait."

Yue'er stopped and turned around, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Jiang Fu'an asked with a smile, "Would you like to participate in the clan's mini-competition in six months?"

"Can I participate too?"

Her face was filled with disbelief, and then the light that had just appeared dimmed again: "Even if I go, I'll only be at the bottom. What's the point?"

"Why not?"

Jiang Fu'an said firmly, "But it doesn't mean you have to go out and fight yourself."

"You can command the spirit beasts we raise on Qinglu Mountain to compete."

"I remember that the crocodile in the fishpond and the two mountain boars were both at the mid-stage of the first rank, right?"

"Train them well these next few months and let them fight for you."

Upon hearing this, Yue'er's eyes widened suddenly.

But she was still a little uneasy: "But what if Xuan'er and the others are unhappy that I'm using a spirit beast in the battle?"

She worried that her father was making an exception because he loved her, fearing that other members of the tribe would be resentful, and even more so that it would put her father in a difficult position.

"What's there to be unhappy about?"

Jiang Fu'an waved his hand and said with a smile, "Spirit beasts of the same level are usually not as strong as cultivators, so you didn't gain any advantage."

"Besides, the purpose of the small competition is to give everyone more practical experience."

"You bringing your spirit beasts into the arena will give them some experience in fighting spirit beasts."

"Wouldn't we have a better chance of success if we encounter wild monsters or beast tamers in the future?"

As Yue'er listened, her eyes grew brighter and brighter, and her hesitation vanished in an instant.

She said impatiently, "Then I'll go and call out the water crocodile right now!"

"Dad, you have to teach me how to train them to fight later!"

"Okay, no problem!"

Jiang Fu'an answered readily.

As he watched his daughter walk briskly into the courtyard gate, he suddenly felt something and looked up at the southern sky.

A white streak of light shot through the air and arrived above Qinglu Mountain in the blink of an eye.

The visitor was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

While still in mid-air, he bowed respectfully towards Jiang Fu'an's direction, saying, "Greetings, fellow Daoist. I am Lu Xuanshi. I apologize for the intrusion; may I ask which of you is Jiang Fu'an of the Jiang family?"

Lu Xuanshi? A member of the Lu family of Qixia?

Jiang Fu'an felt a chill run down his spine as the grudges he had previously accumulating with Lu Xuanfeng and Lu Xuanchen flashed through his mind.

However, his expression remained unchanged. He simply returned the greeting with a bow and said loudly, "I am Jiang Fu'an. May I ask what brings Fellow Daoist Lu from afar?"

As he spoke, Lu Xuanshi had already controlled his flying sword to land slowly.

He cupped his hands again, his attitude even more humble than when he was in the air: "My apologies. I had heard before I came that Chief Jiang was only at the early stage of Qi Refining, but I did not expect that you have already made progress to the middle stage. Congratulations!"

"I have come here specifically to convey the decree of all races."

"We request that Chief Jiang travel to Qixia Mountain in five days to participate in the council meeting."

"The Decree of the Hundred Races?"

Jiang Fu'an frowned slightly. He was wary of the Lu family and naturally cautious about this sudden "parliament": "Forgive my ignorance, Fellow Daoist Lu, for your explanation."

Lu Xuanshi immediately apologized, saying, "It was my oversight; I forgot that this should be the first time the Jiang family has received such an order."

He quickly explained in detail: "This Hundred Clans Order was jointly issued by the Xuan Dan Valley and the four major sects of the country."

"It is required that all immortal cultivation families and sects within the Song Kingdom that occupy spiritual veins must send representatives to participate in the council."

"As for the specific matters discussed in the council, I was only responsible for communication and relaying information; I am truly unaware of the details."

As he spoke, he produced an ancient-looking iron token in his hand: "Chief Jiang, please keep this safe. You will need this token to participate in the council."

It turns out that the Lu family was not in charge; they were merely using the territory of Qixia Mountain.

Jiang Fu'an felt a slight sense of relief, took the token, and invited with a smile, "I see. Fellow Daoist Lu, you've had a hard time sending the message. Please come to my humble abode for a cup of tea and a rest."

"Thank you for your hospitality, Chief Jiang."

Lu Xuanshi bowed and declined, saying, "I have a mission to complete and need to hurry to the next location, so it is inconvenient for me to stay any longer."

"I won't drink any more tea. Farewell, see you at Qixia Mountain."

Having said that, he said no more. With a flick of his finger, the azure flying sword once again shone brightly, lifting him into the air and transforming into a streak of light as it sped southward.

Jiang Fu'an stood there, watching the streak of light disappear into the horizon, lost in thought:

A parliament in which all factions must participate —

Could it be related to the Xia Kingdom to the south?

Three days after Lu Xuanshi left, Qinglu Mountain welcomed another visitor.

A pale yellow figure rode the wind and arrived at the foot of the mountain in the blink of an eye.

Wang Zhiyue was dressed in a neat and smart outfit, with her long hair tied up high, exuding a heroic aura.

Before she even landed, her gaze had already swept over the martial arts arena atop the mountain.

More than ten members of the Jiang family were practicing their spells in pairs.

Suddenly, her gaze settled on a girl dressed in a fiery red dress.

The girl was about ten years old, but her skills were already quite proficient. She wielded a fire snake technique with great agility, forcing the boy opposite her to retreat repeatedly.

"That's... Xuan'er?"

Wang Zhiyue was slightly taken aback, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes: "How old is she? She's already at the mid-stage of Qi Refining?"

Just as he was hesitating, Jiang Fu'an's voice came from below: "So it's Fellow Daoist Wang. What brings you to this remote place, Qinglu Mountain, today?"

Wang Zhiyue suppressed her doubts, manipulated her magical artifact to land slowly, and said directly to Jiang Fu'an who came to greet her, "I've come to find you to go to Qixia Mountain together."

After saying that, her gaze drifted to the girl in red in the martial arts arena: "How can Xuan'er's cultivation speed be so fast? What kind of spiritual root does she have?"

Jiang Fu'an has always deliberately downplayed Xuan'er's spiritual root aptitude, and has never deliberately publicized it, even within the Jiang family.

When asked, he always gave vague answers.

Unexpectedly, Wang Zhiyue had such sharp eyesight that he recognized Xuan'er in the crowd at a glance.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it any longer, Jiang Fu'an could only vaguely reply, "Hehe, Xuan'er is indeed a bit more talented than her parents."

"In addition, she herself was willing to work hard and cultivate day and night, which is why she was able to break through to the middle stage a few months ago by luck."

Wang Zhaoyun has mixed spiritual roots, while Shi Tou has pseudo spiritual roots.

Upon hearing that she was only "a little better than her parents," Wang Zhiyue subconsciously deduced that Xuan'er must have a three-attribute true spiritual root.

A look of satisfaction appeared on her face, and she nodded, saying, "That's truly rare. I hope she can become a Foundation Establishment cultivator like her aunt someday."

She suddenly remembered something, looked at Jiang Fu'an, and suggested, "I remember that the spiritual vein of Qinglu Mountain is still a first-grade low-level one, right?"

"Cultivating here for too long might hinder Xuan'er's progress. Why don't we let her come with me to the Sparrow Forest to cultivate?"

"Speaking of which, Xuan'er was born in the Sparrow Forest, and she has never been back since."

A hint of regret flashed in her eyes as she spoke of this.

The falling out with the Jiang family back then meant that this niece grew up in the Jiang family, so her memory of the Wang family is probably vague.

"It's alright for now. The concentration of spiritual energy around that spring is comparable to that of a mid-grade spiritual vein, which is enough for Xuan'er's cultivation."

Jiang Fu'an was unwilling to discuss this topic further, so he stepped aside and changed the subject: "Fellow Daoist Wang, please move to the main hall and sit for a while."

"I have some matters concerning the council and would like to ask you for some advice."

"Alright."

Wang Zhiyue nodded, glanced at Xuan'er one last time, and then followed Jiang Fu'an toward the main hall of the residence.

In the arena, Xuan'er vaguely heard someone mention her name.

Looking up, I saw my grandfather talking to a strange female cultivator.

She blinked, and seeing that she didn't recognize him, she looked away and continued to focus on refining the spell in her hands.

She was thinking about the competition six months later and was determined to win first place, so she dared not slack off in the slightest.

Inside the main hall, the two took their seats as host and guest, respectively.

After the maid served tea and left, Wang Zhiyue realized that Jiang Fu'an's aura was already at the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

He couldn't help but exclaim, "Chief Jiang is indeed a person of unwavering will and tireless diligence."

"Entering the Dao so late, yet being able to break through to the mid-stage of Qi Refining in such a short time with mixed spiritual roots, is far superior to the one in my family."

Jiang Fu'an smiled faintly: "Fellow Daoist Wang, you flatter me. Fellow Daoist Ma is actually quite commendable; at least towards you, his sincerity is always rare."

"sincere?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhiyue's lips curled into a cold smile: "If he truly had any sincerity, he wouldn't be secretly entangled with a mortal woman from my Wang family."

"What's even more hateful is that he dared to bring her into my bedroom and commit such a despicable act!"

Jiang Fu'an was slightly taken aback. Ma Ping had never mentioned a word about this to him.

He had only heard that Wang Zhiyue wouldn't let Ma Ping into the room, and he really thought it was because Wang Zhiyue was arrogant and looked down on him.

Sure enough, when people talk about their own affairs, they always tend to pick out what is in their favor.

Although they were somewhat curious about this gossip, it was ultimately a private matter between the two of them.

Jiang Fu'an felt extremely uncomfortable discussing the matter with Wang Zhiyue face to face.

After offering a few words of comfort, he quickly steered the conversation back to the main topic: "Fellow Daoist Wang, have you ever participated in the council convened by the 'Hundred Races Decree' before?"

"Twenty years ago, on the eve of the beast tide, I participated in one."

Knowing that he wanted to know more about the situation, Wang Zhiyue explained in detail: "That meeting was held at the Kang family in Zhushan. Although it was called a meeting, in reality, people from small clans like ours had no right to speak."

"From beginning to end, all I heard was an old man from Xuandan Valley recounting the situation of the beast tide and its affected area. At the end, he warned each family to guard their spiritual veins and to seek help in time if they were unable to cope."

Jiang Fu'an nodded thoughtfully: "In that case, Xuan Dan Valley will only issue this Hundred Clans Order when a major event occurs that involves the entire cultivation world of the Song Kingdom."

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"good."

Wang Zhiyue asserted, "Based on my speculation, this council meeting is most likely related to the Xia Kingdom. There is a possibility that war is about to break out between the two countries."

She paused briefly before frankly revealing another purpose of her visit to Qinglu Mountain: "If war really breaks out, our two families, being located on the border, will become as close as lips and teeth."

"I hope that at that time we can rely on each other, and if one of us is in trouble, the other will come to our aid immediately."

When the matter was brought up, Jiang Fu'an's expression became serious: "I also have this intention. To be honest, I have already thought of a way to make contact."

"A group of semi-spirit birds—Fiery Eagles—are raised on Qinglu Mountain."

"From now on, our two families will use this hawk to deliver urgent messages, shall we?"

The two houses are not far apart; with the speed of the Fiery Eagle, it will arrive in less than fifteen minutes.

Moreover, this eagle is inexpensive, and even if it is intercepted and killed en route, the loss will be limited.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhiyue's eyes revealed admiration: "This method is excellent! The Fiery Eagle flies at an extremely fast speed."

"It is very difficult to intercept cultivators below the Foundation Establishment stage without special means."

Next, the two spent the better part of an hour carefully discussing the details of watching over each other and the various possible situations.

Because he didn't want Wang Zhiyue to have too much contact with Xuan'er, Jiang Fu'an took the initiative to suggest: "Fellow Daoist Wang, I've heard that the market town at the foot of Qixia Mountain is much larger than the Yueling Market Town."

"Jiang happens to need to purchase some cultivation supplies, why don't we set off now?"

Wang Zhiyue readily agreed: "That's exactly what I was thinking too. If the situation changes after this council meeting, the prices of all kinds of supplies may skyrocket, so we should take this opportunity to stock up."

Jiang Fu'an immediately got up and went to find Madam Su Wanqing and Madam Miao Ruolan to tell them that he would be going out for several days.

Then they found Jiang Xiangqian and carefully instructed him to keep a close watch on the house.

Then he turned and walked towards the stable.

Unexpectedly, Wang Zhiyue spoke up, saying, "Clan Chief Jiang, wouldn't it be faster if I carried you away in the air?"

Jiang Fu'an paused, a slight hesitation creeping into his heart.

Wang Zhiyue also did not have a large flying artifact. If the two of them rode together on her flying fan, the distance would be too close, which would inevitably be awkward.

The last time He Miao drove him to Ping'an Town, it was her own daughter, so it didn't matter.

But the one before me is, after all, my friend's Daoist partner.

While he was still hesitating, Wang Zhiyue had already raised his hand and waved.

A magical artifact shaped like a palm-leaf fan, but measuring a meter square, appeared out of thin air and hovered about a foot above the ground.

With a light leap, she landed steadily on the fan, turning back to urge, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, hurry up. If we hurry, we can reach the Qixia Mountain area tonight."

"The night market at the foot of the mountain is even more lively than during the day."

Seeing her so frank and straightforward, Jiang Fu'an stopped being coy and said "thank you" before lightly leaping onto the fan and standing a step behind her.

As soon as it stood firm, the giant fan emitted a clear sound, slowly rose into the air, and then transformed into a streak of light, speeding southward.

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