The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 13

The transaction between the two parties concluded smoothly, with both Chi Huaijun and Zhao Huaiyun vouching for the authenticity of the herb, leaving the Ye family with no doubts.

The Three-Needle Flower went to the Ye family, and the 4,500 spirit stones were handed over to the auction house.

With that, the auction came to an end.

Under the guidance of a young attendant, Han Feng headed toward the accounting office to settle his earnings.

The accountant, tapping away at his abacus rapidly, looked up at Han Feng and said, “4,500 spirit stones, with a 70/30 split. You get 3,150 spirit stones. Here, please check your balance.”

He handed Han Feng a storage pouch and then went back to his other tasks.

Storage pouches weren’t particularly rare; the auction house typically gifted one to anyone involved in a transaction exceeding a thousand spirit stones.

Normally, cultivators could scan the contents of the pouch with their divine sense to verify the amount, but unfortunately, Han Feng wasn’t at the Foundation Establishment stage yet and hadn’t developed divine sense. He couldn’t just scan the pouch with a wave of hand.

Not wanting to seem inexperienced, and trusting that a reputable auction house wouldn’t cheat him, Han Feng simply accepted the pouch and stepped outside.

Once outside, just like last time, he pricked his finger and dripped blood onto the pouch to claim it as his own. After opening it, he saw a large number of spirit stones, enough that he couldn’t count them immediately.

“Young Master Han, we’ve struck it rich! How much of this fortune are you planning to share with me?” the little fox’s voice piped up in his ear.

Han Feng turned and saw the fox had poked its head out of his collar, its large eyes staring eagerly at the pouch.

“I’m going to buy some things first. Whatever’s left will be for you to enjoy,” Han Feng replied.

“Make sure you don’t spend it all! Don’t forget, without me, you wouldn’t have made so many spirit stones.”

The little fox was ecstatic. Han Feng had originally planned to earn only 2,500 spirit stones, but now they had made over 3,000, all thanks to the fox’s intervention.

“Got it. Now stay quiet and don’t let anyone notice you.”

Han Feng tucked the fox back into his bundle and adjusted his hat, glancing back occasionally as he walked forward, checking to make sure no one was following him.

He looked incredibly suspicious—like someone up to no good.

Following his memory, Han Feng navigated through a few alleys and arrived at the marketplace strictly for cultivators.

Although this region of mountains was home to many mortals, the large population provided a steady flow of new disciples to the Yin-Yang Sect.

Han Feng himself had once been part of that world, growing up in a farming village at the base of the outer mountains of the Yin-Yang Sect. As a child, he lived a simple, happy life, working the fields alongside his parents. Occasionally, he would read a few books. His days were blissful and carefree, marked by a lazy, relaxed rhythm.

When he was thirteen, his parents had spent all their savings to buy him a spot as a servant disciple in the sect. After that, his parents mysteriously disappeared.

For a long time, he searched for them, returning to the village on every break he got, but they were nowhere to be found. His family’s house and fields were eventually abandoned.

After a while, he gave up. With no progress in his cultivation, he decided that when his five-year term was up, he would return home to resume farming, lying in the sun, living a carefree life.

But now, things had changed. Ye Longyuan had marked him for death, making it safer for him to remain in the sect.

His plan was to buy a defensive formation to protect his small courtyard and continue lying flat.

The formation didn’t need to be too powerful—just enough to hold off attackers until the sect’s enforcement team could arrive.

Han Feng arrived at the largest treasure shop in the market, called the Treasures Pavilion, and boldly stepped inside.

“Welcome, fellow Daoist! What type of treasure are you looking for? I’d be happy to assist you,” greeted a young cultivator dressed in the shop’s uniform.

“I’m looking for a defensive formation. Where can I find those?”

“Formations are on the second floor. Please follow me.”

As they walked, the shop attendant continued explaining, “Our Treasures Pavilion stocks many items from all over the realm. We also carry a wide selection of spirit weapons, treasures, and formations crafted by the disciples and elders from the Yin-Yang Sect’s Artifact and Formation Peak.

Rest assured, we offer the best quality at reasonable prices.”

Han Feng was familiar with Artifact and Formation Peak, which was renowned for its expertise in crafting weapons and inscribing formations, just as Danxia Peak was famous for alchemy.

Most of the herbs from Han Feng’s herb field were supplied to Danxia Peak.

Of course, despite the crafting specialties of certain peaks, they were still primarily cultivation-focused. Both Danxia Peak and Artifact and Formation Peak practiced alchemy and artifact-making as auxiliary skills.

As a disciple of the Yin-Yang Sect, Han Feng could have gone directly to Artifact and Formation Peak to purchase a formation, likely at a lower price. However, buying directly from the peak required him to register his name.

Given that Han Feng had become somewhat of a minor celebrity within the sect, he preferred not to draw too much attention to himself.

As they walked, Han Feng’s eyes wandered over the various treasures on display on the first floor.

They were currently passing by the sword section, where a dazzling array of swords was displayed.

The cheapest types were the spirit-grade swords on the outer shelves, which were the lowest quality. As they moved inward, the swords upgraded to treasure-grade.

Treasure-grade weapons were far more powerful than spirit-grade ones. As for the even more powerful magic-grade weapons, those weren’t on display here.

Each sword was crafted with exquisite detail.

As they walked past the racks, a pale blue sword suddenly caught Han Feng’s eye.

The sword emitted a faint blue glow, and intricate runes and formations were etched along its blade. Its streamlined shape was particularly striking.

A plaque below the sword read:

“Low-Grade Treasure: Windborne Sword.”

“Fellow Daoist, did this flying sword catch your eye?” the shop attendant asked with a smile.

“This flying sword is from outside the sect and is classified as a low-grade treasure. When used for windborne flight, it far surpasses the speed of ordinary flying swords.

If a cultivator with a wind spirit root wields it, it becomes even more compatible, allowing for greater control over wind-based spiritual energy. Both its speed and power are significantly enhanced.

However, wind spirit roots are extremely rare, so this sword has remained unsold for quite some time.

If you’re interested, the original price is 2,000 spirit stones. I can offer it to you at a 10% discount for 1,800 spirit stones. How does that sound?”

Han Feng couldn’t help but recall how graceful Jiang Surou looked when she flew away on her sword. If he owned a flying sword and mastered sword flight, he could escape quickly if anyone ever came after him.

Moreover, he had a heavenly wind spirit root, making this sword a perfect match for him.

Wait… if he bought this sword, gave it to Jiang Surou, and the Marriage Blessing returned a mid-grade wind-attribute flying sword, that would be incredible!

A mid-grade treasure was worth over ten thousand spirit stones…

But Han Feng only had a little over 3,000 spirit stones, and he still needed to buy a formation.

Reluctantly, Han Feng gritted his teeth and said, “Let’s take a look at the formations first.”