The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 2

Han Feng frowned, unsure what the voice in his head meant, but he had a feeling it was something significant.

Where did it come from?

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his mind.

That jade token?!

Yes, the jade token had been in his hand just moments ago. Then, after Wang Mian slapped him, his forehead hit the token, and it disappeared.

But what was this “Marriage Blessing”? And what’s all this about “love your wife, cherish your wife”? Was he supposed to become a bootlicker?

And giving me cultivation returns—does that mean I have to work hard at cultivating?

Ugh, how troublesome. Whoever wants a Dao partner can take one. Whoever wants to cultivate can go ahead. Lying flat is so much more fun.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from beside him, startling Han Feng.

Ye Longyuan had stood up, shouting angrily, “Junior Sister Jiang, what is the meaning of this?”

Seeing the outburst, the elder’s face darkened as he scolded, “Ye Longyuan, mind your manners. Do not shout. Fate is determined by the heavens. Everyone has the right to make their own choice, and we must respect that.”

Hearing this, Ye Longyuan struggled to contain his anger and cupped his hands, saying, “Elder Feng, I’m not trying to cause trouble. But I’ve admired Junior Sister Jiang for three years and given her my utmost devotion. She must have seen my sincerity. Yet, she chose someone else.

I’m not complaining out of spite; I just want an explanation. Please, Junior Sister Jiang, enlighten me.”

Hearing this, the elder turned to Jiang Surou and said, “Jiang Surou, since Ye Longyuan has questions, could you provide an explanation? Ye Longyuan has exceptional talent, a prestigious background, and a handsome appearance. I’m sure many are curious.”

Jiang Surou looked coldly at Ye Longyuan and said, “You talk too much.”

Her words left the disciples in shock.

It was true—Jiang Surou was known for being a cold beauty. She rarely spoke. Throughout this entire event, she had spoken just eight words.

As for Han Feng, he’d only said three.

Unlike Ye Longyuan, whose mouth never seemed to stop.

The elder sighed and tried to persuade her, “Surou, you must think this through. Han Feng is a ‘waste’ who cannot cultivate. Even if you dual cultivate with him, he may not open his spirit veins. He’ll be of no help to you.

Why don’t you reconsider? It’s not too late. I can make the decision for you.”

“I’m not reconsidering,” Jiang Surou replied flatly.

With no other choice, the elder, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, could only helplessly announce, “Very well, I hereby declare that servant disciple Han Feng of Luoxia Peak and outer disciple Jiang Surou of Luoxia Peak have successfully formed a Dao partnership!”

As soon as the elder finished speaking, the crowd erupted into an uproar. Many shouted that it was like a flower planted in feces.

Han Feng furrowed his brow.

Why are they only asking her if she regrets it? What about me? Does no one care if I regret it? Just because I’m a “waste” doesn’t mean I don’t have rights!

Sigh, now I’ve got a Dao partner. Troubles will keep coming. The blessing’s started too, and my carefree, laid-back life is over.

Wait… hold on. If she cultivates and I get stronger without effort, doesn’t that mean I can keep lying flat?

Fine, I’ll roll with it.

Han Feng stood up and prepared to head back to his peaceful life of farming and sunbathing.

“Hey! Wait!” Elder Feng quickly called after him.

“What’s up?” Han Feng asked, looking confused.

Elder Feng was dumbfounded by Han Feng’s clueless expression. “Your Dao partner, exchange tokens of affection!”

This guy isn’t just a waste—he’s probably an idiot too, Elder Feng thought to himself.

Reluctantly, Han Feng walked up to the stage. Jiang Surou approached him as well and handed him a pill bottle, saying, “Qi Condensation Pill.”

After thinking for a moment, Han Feng pulled out a rusty dagger from his waistband and handed it to Jiang Surou, saying, “A low-grade spiritual weapon. This is the most valuable thing I own. I dug it up from the herb fields.”

The crowd burst into laughter.

A low-grade spiritual weapon was the lowest of treasures, and Han Feng had the audacity to give such a piece of junk to someone as celestial as Jiang Surou. How shameless!

But Han Feng had no other choice. The only things he had were his clothes, underwear, and this dagger. The first two weren’t exactly appropriate to give as gifts.

After taking the pill bottle, Jiang Surou accepted the rusty dagger.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in Han Feng’s mind again.

[Han Feng has gifted a low-grade spiritual weapon to his Dao partner. He has been granted tenfold returns through the Marriage Blessing: one mid-grade spiritual weapon, the Ice Dagger. Would you like to claim it?]

Han Feng’s heart skipped a beat.

Wow, this thing is real!

He chose not to claim it for the moment.

Tucking the Qi Condensation Pill into his pocket, Han Feng cupped his hands toward Jiang Surou, then turned and left.

As for Ye Longyuan causing him trouble, judging by the way that guy was glaring at him like he’d swallowed a whole jar of rat poison, it was pretty likely.

But Han Feng wasn’t too worried. He’d figure it out later. For now, he just wanted to get back to lying flat.

The crowd watched in shock as Han Feng left Jiang Surou behind on the stage. He didn’t hold her hand, didn’t go off to dual cultivate—he just walked away.

And then they saw Jiang Surou follow him.

At that moment, a feeling called “jealousy” bloomed in the hearts of all the male disciples.

Once they reached a secluded place, Han Feng turned around and said to Jiang Surou, “Alright, no need to follow me. You can go back now.”

Jiang Surou frowned at his words, then smirked coldly. “Aren’t you curious why I chose you?”

“Are you blind?” Han Feng asked, testing the waters.

“I…” Jiang Surou’s beautiful eyes widened in surprise before she composed herself, lowering her gaze slightly and looking at Han Feng with an aloof expression. “Let me tell you the truth. It’s because my talent is exceptional. I possess a rare heavenly spirit root. I can rely on my own abilities to succeed. I don’t want to depend on a man.

The Ye Family’s influence is too vast, and Ye Longyuan is too ambitious. Being with him would feel too restrictive, and I don’t like that.

Moreover, he doesn’t just want to be my dual cultivation partner—he wants to be my man. How could I casually give my body to any man?

I chose you because the Yin-Yang Sect’s cultivation technique requires male and female cooperation. And you? You’re weak and powerless; you won’t hold me back.”

Hearing this, Han Feng finally relaxed.

Ah, now it makes sense. If she had genuinely been attracted to him and was enthusiastically eager to cultivate with him, then there could only be two possibilities.

Either she had ulterior motives—like wanting to dissect him—or she was a lunatic with a screw loose.

In either case, he would have run as fast as he could.

As for being called a “waste,” Han Feng couldn’t care less. He’d been insulted for so long that he was completely numb to it by now.

The Yin-Yang Sect’s basic cultivation technique was something every disciple learned upon entering the sect. Though he hadn’t opened his spirit veins and couldn’t circulate spiritual energy, he still knew the method.

Besides, dual cultivation didn’t necessarily require physical intimacy. Simply pressing palms together and allowing spiritual energy to flow between them could achieve the same effect, though intimacy would yield better results.

One of the reasons Jiang Surou refused to choose Ye Longyuan was that he wasn’t just interested in dual cultivation—he wanted to sleep with her.

Jiang Surou was an extraordinarily talented woman with high standards. Ye Longyuan was too domineering, and she disliked that, so she chose the weaker Han Feng instead.