Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

"Father, do you want this cultivation technique?"

The sound of the rice seedlings was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

These words left Jiang Fu'an speechless for a moment.

What is the specific grade of this cultivation technique? Is it fast or slow to cultivate? He had no idea.

However, he naturally couldn't study this technique with his daughter.

He hesitated for a moment, then extended his hand:

"Leave it here for now. I'll take a closer look before deciding whether to cultivate it."

He Miao glanced at her father quickly, her gaze somewhat strange, but she still handed him the red booklet.

The atmosphere seemed subtly awkward.

Jiang Fu'an coughed lightly, put the booklet away, and then brought up the main matter:

"Alright, let's discuss how to divide these things."

"I don't need the spirit stones. There's no way I can spend them in Ping'an Town. You can have them all."

He Miao quickly recovered from her embarrassment and shook her head.

"Father, this won't do! You're the one who found the ring, how can I take it all?"

Jiang Fu'an's tone left no room for argument:

"Listen to me, there's no need to argue. All the spirit stones are yours."

"As for the pills, the 'Spirit Gathering Pill' used to break through the bottleneck, and these other pills I don't recognize, are all yours. The rest, we'll split equally."

"As for these magical artifacts, you don't need them now, but you'll definitely be the first to cultivate to the late stage of Qi Refining, so you can keep them for now."

"As for talismans, you probably won't use them much in the sect on a regular basis, so just pick some for self-preservation."

He Miao opened her mouth, wanting to say something more, but seeing her father's resolute expression, she knew that arguing further was useless, so she had no choice but to agree.

However, she handed the ring to Jiang Fu'an:

"Then you should take this storage ring, which is easy to hide, Father."

"Otherwise, it would be difficult for you to pack and take all this stuff with you."

Jiang Fu'an looked at the ring, somewhat hesitant:

"But I have no magic power at all right now, so I can't open this storage ring."

"As for when he will be able to cultivate it, it's still a long way off."

He Miao comforted her in a relaxed tone:

"Father, don't worry. With so many Qi-Nourishing Pills to help, you'll quickly develop magical power after starting your cultivation."

"Why don't you just try it now? I'm right here, so I can tell you the tricks of the trade."

"Moreover, this inn is close to the Miaoyin Sect's mountain gate, and the spiritual energy here is much richer than at home."

Jiang Fu'an's heart skipped a beat.

That makes sense, and he has long yearned for spiritual practice for a long time.

Without much hesitation, he took out the "Changchun Gong" booklet that his daughter had given him earlier.

"Then, He Miao, please tell me how to cultivate this technique."

He Miao frowned slightly:

"Father, this cultivation technique isn't of a high grade. Should we go out now and buy a better one?"

She had given her father this cheap book because she was short of money.

Now that they are financially better off, they naturally do not want their father to make do.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Fu'an's attitude was very firm:

"There's no need to buy this book; we only need to cultivate this one."

This "Changchun Gong" can prolong life, so it couldn't be more suitable for him.

He is now 110 years old and his lifespan is 30 years. Perhaps it is not yet apparent that he is old enough to live a full life.

But ten or twenty years later, when his peers begin to show signs of aging, he will still look the same.

Without this skill to cover it up, it would be really hard to explain.

As for buying better cultivation methods that can also prolong life?

That price must be exorbitant.

If the father and daughter were to flaunt their wealth during the purchase and attract the attention of malicious individuals, the consequences could be dire.

Thinking of this, his expression became serious. He looked at his daughter and whispered his instructions:

"He Miao, remember this. When using the resources in this storage ring in the future, be sure to be careful and discreet, and try your best not to let anyone find out."

"It should be understood that if a person possesses wealth that is disproportionate to his current strength, it will lead to disaster once it is exposed."

After listening, He Miao composed herself and nodded earnestly:

"Father, I've got it. Don't worry, I'll be careful."

"Moreover, Sister Jiang takes good care of me in the sect. With her around, no one dares to bully me easily."

"Sister Jiang?"

Jiang Fu'an looked puzzled.

He had never heard his daughter mention this person before.

He Miao exclaimed "Ah!" and quickly explained:

"Look at me, I almost forgot to tell you."

"Sister Jiang is the immortal master who took me to test my spiritual roots at the Wang family banquet that day."

"It turns out she's related to our family; she's a cousin."

She said that I looked a lot like her when I was a child, and she recognized me at a glance.

"I see."

Jiang Fu'an nodded.

At the time, he felt that the female cultivator might have some connection with his family, and now it has been confirmed.

However, seeing that his daughter seemed to trust this "Sister Jiang" quite a bit, he couldn't help but remind her:

"He Miao, it's been many years since we last visited each other."

"In terms of bloodline, it's probably more than three generations removed. You'd better not trust people too easily."

He Miao blinked, feeling that her father was being a little too cautious.

Sister Jiang treated her kindly and gently; how could she have so many ulterior motives?

However, she didn't refute it, but obediently replied:

"I understand, Father. I will be careful."

Having made the agreement, He Miao opened the book "Changchun Gong" and pointed to the opening text with her fingertip:

"Father, you should memorize the first level of the mantra first."

"Later, I will teach you how to sense spiritual energy and guide its flow. I will slowly explain some of the tips and tricks to you."

Jiang Fu'an took the booklet and examined it closely by the flickering candlelight on the table.

The mnemonic is obscure and difficult to pronounce, giving one a feeling of reciting classical Chinese texts in a past life.

Fortunately, it's not long, less than a hundred words in total.

He suppressed all distracting thoughts and began to memorize each word silently.

……

The next day, early morning.

A thin ray of sunlight filtered through the window paper and into the guest room.

The father and daughter sat side by side on a futon, their eyes gently closed and their breathing even and long.

Suddenly, Jiang Fu'an's eyelids twitched a few times, and he slowly opened them.

That night, following He Miao's instructions, he focused intently on circulating the Qi of the first level of the "Eternal Spring Technique" for seven full cycles.

At this moment, he was exhausted, as if his spirit had been drained.

Not only that, but my whole body felt sore and weak, especially along the main meridians, where there was a dull, throbbing pain.

Sensing the movement, the rice seedlings beside them opened their eyes, turned their heads to look at them, their eyes filled with concern:

"Dad, how are you feeling?"

Jiang Fu'an truthfully described all the discomfort he was experiencing.

Upon hearing this, He Miao smiled, a hint of relief on her face.

"Father, these are all normal. Cultivating for a long time is mentally and physically exhausting, and anyone would feel mentally drained."

"I've heard that only after one has formed their core and their soul is strong can they completely avoid this."

"As for the aches and pains all over your body, that's because it's the first time your meridians are channeling spiritual energy, and you're still feeling uncomfortable. Once you get used to it, it will naturally go away."

After explaining, she looked forward to asking:

"Now try the internal visualization method I taught you and see if you can sense any spiritual energy remaining within your body."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fu'an closed his eyes again and slowly focused his mind into his body.

At first, it was all darkness, but as his mind calmed down, at one point, he suddenly "saw"—

Within the dantian, wisps of cool energy were slowly flowing.

His heart skipped a beat, and then a sudden realization dawned on him.

This is magic power.