Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 66 Qinglu Jiang Family (Sixth Update, Seeking First Subscription)

In Xujia Village, at the Jiang family residence, a greeting was given: "Greetings, Master!"

Old Master Xu strode in from outside, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and bowed deeply.

Jiang Fu'an was bending over, tidying up the miscellaneous items in the box. His hands didn't stop moving; he just turned half his face to the side and asked, "What is it?"

Old Xu's tone was tentative: "Master, several families from the village just came over, saying they want to come with us to Qinglu Mountain—"

"Do you think we should bring them along?"

Jiang Fu'an pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Qinglu Mountain doesn't need too many people right now. We can call them over when they need people later."

He knew in his heart that the people in a village were not necessarily trustworthy.

Before long, Qinglu Mountain will show signs of the formation of a spiritual vein.

At times like these, the more outsiders there are on the mountain, the greater the risk of leaks.

After hearing this, Boss Xu felt somewhat disappointed.

He originally thought that since they were all familiar neighbors, they would know each other well and it would be convenient for them to work together in the future.

But since his employer had spoken, he didn't say much, only respectfully replying, "Yes, I'll go and refuse them right away."

After saying that, he took two steps back, turned around, and left.

At noon that day, a caravan of more than ten horse-drawn carriages slowly drove away from Xujia Village.

The wheels rolled over the dirt road at the village entrance, raising a light cloud of dust.

Miao Ruolan leaned on Jiang Fu'an's shoulder, gently stroking her pregnant belly with one hand, while lifting the side curtain of the carriage with the other, gazing at the receding outline of the village.

She suddenly sighed softly, "A few years ago, during our escape from disaster, my mother, aunts, and I didn't know where we were going, and we were constantly worried and anxious—"

"Who would have thought that just a few years later, we would be able to live back in the mountains again?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fu'an couldn't help but recall the first time he met the Miao people.

Several weathered women and old women, along with a few teenagers, were dressed in rags and their faces were smeared with mud and ash.

At first glance, they really look like a group of refugees fleeing famine.

He suddenly asked, "How big was Zhushan, where you used to live?"

Miao Ruolan's gaze drifted to the distant mountains outside the window, as if looking at a place in her memory: "Zhushan has seven peaks, and my mother and I live on Dazhu Peak."

"Because there is a mid-grade third-level spiritual vein at the foot of the mountain, the whole mountain is covered with black bamboo, which grows tall and dense. When the wind blows, it makes a rustling sound, and the whole mountain sounds like it is singing."

As she spoke, her voice gradually lowered.

Unfortunately, we can never go back.

Zhushan had long been occupied by their enemies, and almost all the Miao cultivators had died out. Only these mortals without spiritual roots managed to escape by sheer luck.

Jiang Fu'an noticed her low spirits, tightened his grip on her arm, and said gently, "Don't overthink it. From now on, let's treat Qinglu Mountain as Bamboo Mountain, and plant spirit bamboo all over it, so it can rustle and rustle."

Miao Ruolan raised her face and smiled faintly at him: "Okay. After the baby is born, I'll take him with me to plant it."

She knew in her heart that the spirit bamboo could not be grown on ordinary mountains, and these words were just her husband's way of comforting her and making her happy.

But she didn't say it aloud; she just kept it as a beautiful thought in her heart.

Little did she know that Jiang Fu'an's eyes were unusually serious when he said those words.

late at night.

The Jiang family mansion on Qinglu Mountain was shrouded in night, with only a few windows still letting out a dim candlelight.

After a busy day, Jiang Fu'an finally had some free time.

He picked up a cypress bucket and walked along the flagstone path toward the spring in the backyard.

The clear moonlight shone down, making the spring water sparkle.

He bent down and drew a bucket of spring water, carried it through the moon gate, and circled two corridors before stopping in front of an ebony door.

A wooden plaque hangs above the door, bearing the words "Talisman Room".

He pushed the door open, went in, and then closed it behind him.

This house was built specifically for drawing talismans, and the walls were constructed using a sound-absorbing grayish-white stone.

It's so much better than his old room, which was only soundproofed by blankets.

Bronze candlesticks were placed along the surrounding walls, their flames bright and steady, so that no shadows would be cast when drawing talismans.

Several bundles of sandalwood were neatly stacked in the cabinet against the wall.

This incense has a calming and concentration effect, so it must be used to increase the success rate of creating talismans.

Jiang Fu'an looked around, feeling a mix of emotions:

The level of sophistication in this talisman room was a hundred times better than his previous simple room.

But he was also a little puzzled:

The Wang family has prepared such a fine place, yet there isn't even a single first-tier talisman master in the clan.

This reminded him of a common saying: "Poor students have a lot of stationery."

He placed the wooden bucket in the corner, then carefully picked up the giant egg with which he had made a contract, and gently placed it into the bucket.

Watching it slowly sink to the bottom of the bucket, Jiang Fu'an silently prayed, "Hurry up and hatch! From now on, we'll have to protect Qinglu Mountain together."

Just then, he suddenly felt a warm current in his lower abdomen.

He immediately realized that the pork he had eaten that evening was beginning to be digested by his body.

Jiang Fu'an didn't delay any longer. He immediately sat cross-legged on the futon and closed his eyes to circulate the Body Tempering Technique.

As the technique was activated, the warm current was gradually guided to the limbs and bones, seeping into the bone marrow, muscles, and skin.

"Gurgle"

About half an hour later, after one cycle of Qi circulation was completed, Jiang Fu'an's stomach growled.

He opened his eyes and pressed his abdomen with a hint of helplessness:

Despite having eaten a full dinner, I was hungry again after this cultivation session.

"No wonder everyone says that body cultivation is more difficult than qi cultivation."

Keep in mind, he consumed the flesh of a first-tier spirit beast and possessed a "devouring body," allowing him to extract far more essence from its flesh than ordinary people.

Even so, one cycle is exhausted.

If it were an ordinary body cultivator, they probably wouldn't even be able to last half a cycle.

However, after this period of cultivation, the changes in his body were minimal, and the progress was almost imperceptible.

Jiang Fu'an shook his head, knowing that forcing himself to cultivate on an empty stomach would harm his health, so he got up and planned to go to his desk to study talismans.

During this trip to the Miaoyin Sect, He Miao bought him several books on talismanic arts.

As he passed the wooden barrel, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

wrong.

The bucket was clearly filled with spiritual spring water, yet no trace of spiritual energy could be sensed from it.

He bent down to examine it closely. The water was still clear, but the faint spiritual energy had vanished without a trace.

Looking at the giant egg at the bottom of the bucket, the surface of its shell seemed to be more moist than before.

"Could it be that it's absorbing all the spiritual energy?"

Jiang Fu'an had an idea, so he picked up the wooden bucket and went to the spiritual spring to fetch a new bucket of water.

After returning and putting it away, he went to his desk and lit the candle.

There were three or four newly acquired booklets on the table. He pulled out the top one, "Complete Explanation of Elementary Talismans".

The book records hundreds of first-tier talismans, each with its own unique style and purpose.

He turned to the chapter on "exorcising miasma talismans" and his gaze fell on the complex rune diagrams.

A while ago, when I was discussing partnering with Wang Zhiyue to make talismans, she mentioned:

These talismans are the most popular among independent cultivators and are never hard to sell.

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