Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 135 The Beauty Trap

In the blue sky, a giant fan is breaking through the clouds and flying steadily forward.

On the fan, two figures stand one in front of the other.

The person in front had a tall and straight posture, and his light yellow outfit accentuated his narrow waist and long legs.

The person behind him was wearing a simple light gray cloth shirt, with his hands behind his back.

It was Jiang Fu'an and Wang Zhiyue.

At this moment, Wang Zhiyue, who was ahead, turned her head slightly, and her voice was carried by the wind: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, come closer and hold me. I'm about to accelerate!"

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Jiang Fu'an's gaze fell on her back, slowly sweeping over her from top to bottom.

The exposed shoulder and neck lines are smooth and gleam with a porcelain-white luster in the sunlight;

Her waist was cinched tightly with a belt, making her appear exceptionally slender.

For a moment, he didn't know where to put his hands.

Just as he hesitated, Wang Zhiyue suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm forward.

It was firmly placed on his side.

Her movements were decisive, and there was not a trace of hesitation in her voice:

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"We are all practitioners, so there is no need for us to concern ourselves with such details."

If you were told that you were riding on the same flying artifact and "don't worry about the details," Jiang Fu'an might believe you.

But at this moment, through a thin layer of clothing, I could clearly feel the warmth of the skin beneath my palm and the supple curve of her waist.

He simply wouldn't believe the claim that "the details don't matter."

He has known Wang Zhiyue for more than ten years, apart from those rumors that Ma Ping has already clarified in the early years.

I have never heard of her engaging in any immoral behavior.

This unusual intimacy today must have some ulterior motive.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fu'an felt a slight chill and became more vigilant.

The hand that landed on her waist was only loosely cupped, without applying any force.

Sure enough, after only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Wang Zhiyue spoke again: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, I am now quite proficient in drawing all kinds of first-grade low-level talismans, but the profit margin on these talismans is really too thin."

"Therefore, I would like to try learning how to draw mid-grade talismans. I wonder if you could offer me some guidance?"

Is it really necessary to resort to a honey trap just for this?

Jiang Fu'an's doubts remained, but he showed no sign of them on his face: "The mental strength required for a mid-grade first-level talisman is much higher than that for a low-grade one."

"However, fellow Daoist is already in the late stage of Qi Refining, so this amount of consumption should be nothing."

"Why don't you try it yourself first according to the methods recorded in the classics? If you encounter any difficulties, then you can come and discuss them with me."

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Jiang."

Wang Zhiyue thanked her, then changed the subject slightly: "However—I've also heard that the Jiang family's unique talismans are extremely popular in the market. I wonder if they are particularly difficult to draw?"

So that's where they were waiting.

Jiang Fu'an immediately understood her true intention and refused, saying, "The difficulty of drawing it is not extremely high. However, since it is called 'unique,' it means that it will only be passed down to members of the Jiang clan."

"Please forgive me, but I cannot agree to this."

"A member of the Jiang family?"

Wang Zhiyue suddenly turned her head and glanced at Jiang Fu'an almost imperceptibly: "If Fellow Daoist Jiang does not mind my plain appearance, tonight, I can become a member of the Jiang family."

Jiang Fu'an's heart skipped a beat.

His gaze involuntarily swept over the figure standing so close to him.

Because they were so close, he could clearly see the delicate skin on the back of her neck.

My gaze shifted slightly downwards, and the curves of her body, encased in her clothes, came into view.

If the Jiang family's unique talisman were only passed on to her, it seems—that wouldn't be impossible?

After all, manpower is limited, and the number she can draw is far from enough to affect the business of the Spirit Talisman Pavilion.

Moreover, the Wang family's talismans are currently sold at the Spirit Talisman Pavilion, so there's even less to worry about.

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If she learns it, she will definitely pass it on to other members of the Wang family.

Otherwise, why go to such great lengths, even resorting to such methods?

Thinking of this, Jiang Fu'an unconsciously tightened his clenched fingers, and said with a half-smile, "If you are willing to make a vow to your inner demons, guaranteeing that you will never pass on the talisman-making method, then I might consider teaching it to you."

Wang Zhiyue turned her head again, her tone hesitant: "But I am not capable enough to draw it all by myself."

"May I pass on this knowledge to a few more trustworthy members of the Wang family?"

"No."

Jiang Fu'an flatly refused: "Too many people will talk, and the risk is too great."

"Once it leaks out, the Jiang family's talisman business will probably plummet."

Wang Zhiyue fell silent.

She turned back and looked ahead again.

The giant fan continued to move steadily through the clouds, with only the whistling wind in one's ears.

After a long while, her voice drifted back on the wind: "Then just send the message to me alone."

After a slight pause, she added, clearly stating each word: "But only for one night."

Jiang Fu'an was taken aback.

His words were mostly made as a way of making excuses and as a joke; he hadn't expected her to actually agree.

After all, although her relationship with Ma Ping had long since broken down, they were still nominally Daoist partners.

If I were to have physical intimacy with her tonight, how would I face Ma Ping in the future?

Seeing that there was no response from behind for a long time, Wang Zhiyue turned her head again.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, why are you hesitating to answer? Could it be that you're just talking the talk but actually lack the courage to make this deal?"

She glanced at him casually, her tone light and airy: "No wonder, fellow Daoist, although you look young, you are actually close to fifty years old, aren't you?"

"Perhaps it's a case of having the will but not the strength."

How dare they underestimate me?

A surge of annoyance rose in Jiang Fu'an's heart, and his voice rose slightly: "Who dares to say that? It's settled then! Tonight I'll show you what I'm capable of."

Even after the words were spoken, the emotions that had been stirred up had not subsided.

The hands, which were originally resting quietly at the waist, were no longer content to stay in the same place.

My palm touched the thin fabric and began to move up and down.

Wang Zhiyue's body visibly stiffened.

Her neck straightened slightly, and a thin blush spread across her cheeks at a visible speed.

Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just bit her lower lip and silently let him do as he pleased.

Seeing that she didn't stop him, Jiang Fu'an became even bolder.

However, this beautiful scene lasted for less than fifteen minutes.

Suddenly, the giant fan beneath their feet, which had been flying steadily, trembled violently, abruptly lost its balance, and tilted sharply to one side!

The two people on the fan suddenly lost their balance and plummeted from hundreds of feet in the air into the dense forest below!

The wind howled in her ears, and Wang Zhiyue, whether out of shock or for some other reason, was so tense that she did not even use her magic power to stabilize the magical artifact.

Jiang Fu'an was shocked. Although his physical body was strong, falling straight down from such a height would definitely mean certain death!

In a flash, he abruptly pulled his hand out of the soft, warm fabric.

He grabbed the handle of the giant fan that was falling with him with one hand, and gripped Wang Zhiyue's wrist with the other.

The spiritual energy within his body surged wildly into the giant fan in his hand.

Suddenly, a burst of blue light erupted from the fan, halting its descent and finally bringing it to a leisurely halt in mid-air.

However, in order to maintain the current situation, his spiritual power continued to surge rapidly into the giant fan.

At this rate of energy expenditure, I can only last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn at most.

He hurriedly looked down at Wang Zhiyue, whom he was still holding onto: "Fellow Daoist Wang! What's wrong with you? Can't you still control your magical artifact?!"

At this moment, Wang Zhiyue's condition was extremely abnormal.

Her entire face and neck were flushed, her eyes were half-closed, and her body was trembling slightly.

Upon hearing the question, she simply shook her head very lightly, her voice barely audible: "I can't control it, I can't muster any strength in my body—"

Seeing her like this, Jiang Fu'an was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized what was going on, and a sense of surprise crossed his mind.

He dared not delay, and quickly concentrated, maneuvering the giant fan to descend slowly, finally landing in a patch of knee-deep weeds.

As soon as the fan hit the ground, he let it fall to the side, turned to look at Wang Zhiyue: "Fellow Daoist Wang—how long has it been since you last practiced dual cultivation with someone?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of embarrassment flashed in Wang Zhiyue's eyes, and she quickly lowered her head and remained silent.

But the fleeting embarrassment in her eyes and the barely concealed longing deep within them gave Jiang Fu'an the answer.

This can be combined with what Ma Ping said earlier, and her sensitive reaction just now.

Jiang Fu'an guessed the answer; it had probably been at least twenty years.

He took a step forward, about to reach out and pull her close to complete the "transaction" that had just been interrupted.

Wang Zhiyue suddenly shrank back and raised her hand to block his chest: "Not here."

She quickly scanned the surroundings: "Cultivators may pass by at any time. Let's go to Qixia Mountain first."

Jiang Fu'an didn't insist, he just nodded: "Okay."

When they set off again, for his own safety, Jiang Fu'an simply placed his hand back on her waist and dared not move it again.

Because of the previous delay, it was completely dark by the time they arrived at Qixia Mountain.

Under the deep blue, almost inky night sky, the outline of a massive mountain stands majestically.

Jiang Fu'an stared at the enormous black shadow, various rumors about this mountain flashing through his mind:

It is said that there is a third-grade low-level spiritual vein at the foot of the mountain, which is enough to support a cultivator to cultivate to the peak of the early stage of Core Formation.

The mountain is home to a variety of spiritual plants, among which the most famous and abundant is the second-tier spiritual tree, the "Crimson Cloud Tree".

It was a fire-attribute spiritual tree, its crown growing like fire and rosy clouds.

Especially at sunset, the view from afar resembles the evening glow settling on the mountain, hence the name Qixia Mountain.

Scarlet Cloud Wood is quite valuable. It is not only an excellent material for making second-tier talismans, but can also be used to refine spirit boats, fire-attribute magic weapons, and even array artifacts.

Every year, countless monks come to this mountain, either seeking wood or simply wanting to witness the magnificent sight of the mountain covered in "crimson clouds".

At this moment, on the east side of the dark mountain shadow, there was an area that was exceptionally bright.

Only when you get closer can you see clearly that it is a cluster of buildings built against the mountain, with houses stretching out in a row, brightly lit, and people can be vaguely seen moving back and forth in the streets.

It is the famous monks' night market at the foot of Qixia Mountain.

At this moment, Wang Zhiyue asked softly, "Are we going to the night market again tonight?"

Jiang Fu'an understood her unspoken meaning and immediately said seriously, "You must be tired after traveling all day. We can visit the night market another day."

Standing behind her, wisps of faint fragrance wafted over.

Jiang Fu'an had been patient all the way, and naturally he was unwilling to wait any longer.

Wang Zhiyue turned her head and glanced at him sideways.

In the darkness, the ambiguous smile on her lips was particularly clear: "In that case, let's find an inn to stay in first."

The giant fan slowly descended on the outskirts of the night market.

Before us stood a five-story pavilion, with several bright yellow lanterns hanging from the eaves, illuminating the black plaque with gold lettering above the door, which read "Juxian Inn".

Wang Zhiyue put away the giant fan and explained, "This is an inn specially set up for cultivators. It is surrounded by a spirit-gathering array, and the spiritual energy inside is much richer than outside."

"Each guest room is also equipped with a protective array, so you can cultivate with peace of mind."

"However, it's also more expensive, costing ten spirit stones for one night."

"It's fine, I won't be staying for more than a few nights anyway."

Jiang Fu'an naturally wouldn't skimp on this, especially with a beautiful woman by his side.

He was the first to step into the inn.

A rich spiritual energy immediately rushed towards me, as if I had stepped from the sweltering heat of summer into a cool autumn room, and every pore on my body involuntarily opened up.

Feeling the spiritual energy far more abundant than that of Qinglu Mountain, Jiang Fu'an nodded secretly:

The Spirit Gathering Array is really useful.

A maid dressed in a light green dress greeted them with a smile.

Her cultivation was only at the first level of Qi Refining, yet her demeanor was poised and elegant: "Fellow Daoist, welcome to Juxian Inn. How many rooms would you like?"

Jiang Fu'an instinctively wanted to say "one room".

Thinking about what was about to happen, Jiang Fu'an instinctively wanted to say "one room".

But the words caught in his throat.

As the head of the family, if my affair with Wang Zhiyue were to be leaked tonight and the news were to reach the Wang and Jiang families, where would I put my face in the future?

He pointed to Wang Zhiyue, who had just walked in, and said calmly, "Two superior rooms, preferably next to each other."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhiyue's eyes flashed with surprise, but after glancing at the maid beside her, she ultimately remained silent.

The maid's smile deepened, and she replied crisply, "Alright, please follow me upstairs to the second floor."

The guest rooms were decorated quite elegantly.

Carved wooden windows, plain-colored curtains, and in the corner, a pot of unknown grass with leaves that shimmered with a spiritual light.

Jiang Fu'an had no interest in looking closely. After a cursory glance, he waited quietly in the room.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he figured Wang Zhiyue should have settled in.

He got up, opened the door, walked to the door of the next room, and knocked lightly with his finger.

"Bang, bang, bang"

The door made a dull thud.

However, after knocking three times, there was still no sound from inside the door, and no one answered.

"Strange—could she have changed her mind at the last minute?"

Jiang Fu'an frowned.

This matter is based on mutual consent; if the other party is unwilling, he will naturally not force them.

But I couldn't help feeling a little empty inside, along with a hint of annoyance at being played.

He shook his head, turned around, and went back to his room.

It would be a waste to use an expensive hotel room only for sleeping.

Jiang Fu'an sat cross-legged on the futon, trying to clear his mind of distractions and immerse himself in a state of cultivation.

A dense aura of spiritual energy gathered from the surroundings.

Just as he entered a meditative state and his breathing gradually became steady, "thump, thump, thump."

A slow, deliberate knocking sounded at the door.

Jiang Fu'an opened his eyes as soon as a thought crossed his mind.

Could it be her at this hour?

He got up, walked to the door, and opened it.

The person standing outside the door was indeed Wang Zhiyue.

However, she had changed out of her pale yellow outfit and was now wearing a moon-white fitted long dress.

Her long, jet-black hair had clearly just been carefully combed and cascaded smoothly over her shoulders.

"I was taking a shower and couldn't answer the door right away."

Wang Zhiyue looked up at him and whispered an explanation.

Jiang Fu'an's slight displeasure vanished instantly.

He didn't answer, but took a step forward, and seeing that no one was around, he reached out and pulled her into the room.

The door closed silently behind him.

The distant hustle and bustle of the night market could be faintly heard, while in this small guest room, only the gradually intertwining breaths and the soft rustling of clothes remained.

The long night has just begun.