The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 21

Han Feng had heard stories before—about how some families had powerful elders who could use the technique of “spiritual infusion” to forcibly raise the cultivation of their juniors. Although it had its downsides, it could nonetheless elevate one’s strength.

But that required the help of a powerful figure.

Han Feng, on the other hand, had nothing. He didn’t even have a family backing him. All he had was this mysterious thing in his mind.

It not only allowed him to raise his cultivation without effort, but also materialized treasures out of thin air for him.

This was getting pretty strange.

What exactly was this thing? Where did it come from? Why was it in his mind? And more importantly, what was its goal in helping him?

Han Feng vaguely remembered that this *Marriage Blessing* seemed like something that could communicate with him, right?

Clearing his throat, he asked in his mind, “Lord Blessing, are you there?”

[I am here. State your business.]

A cool, lively voice echoed in his mind—neither fully human nor fully ethereal.

“Uh… apologies for the impertinence, but who exactly are you? Are you a human? A celestial being?”

[I am both human and celestial. I can be a god, or merely a thought. I exist as both presence and intention. I can take any form.]

Han Feng’s mind was spinning.

“What does that even mean?”

[You can think of me as someone here to help you. Since you cannot cultivate on your own, you need this Marriage Blessing to aid your growth.]

“So… how did you end up in my mind?”

[You picked up the jade token. It’s a rule, a form of permission. I am not physically inside your mind, but I can communicate with you whenever necessary. I can monitor your condition and assist you at any time. What you sense is merely a part of my consciousness.]

“Alright, I see. You must be some kind of powerful being. But why would someone like you help me, a mere servant disciple? What’s in it for you?”

The voice paused for a moment before responding.

[You possess the potential of an old acquaintance, and you carry their bloodline.]

“My potential? And who is this old acquaintance of yours?”

**[That cannot be spoken.]**

“I see… Then, you’re helping me for a reason, right? Surely there must be something you need in return once I’ve become strong?”

[That cannot be spoken.]

“One last question, if you don’t mind. Since you’re so powerful, do you know where my parents are?” Han Feng sat up straight, his tone serious.

Though Han Feng lived with little ambition, there were only two things that mattered deeply to him in this world.

The first was his life.

The second was finding his parents’ whereabouts.

Originally, Han Feng thought that this powerful entity could help him track down his parents. However, the response he received was:

[That cannot be spoken.]

Han Feng deflated like a balloon, slumping back into his chair.

“Well… guess I’ll just keep lying flat.”

“One last thing—what should I call you?”

The voice was silent for a moment before replying,

[You may call me Ancestor Xin.]

“Xin… ancestor?” Han Feng repeated, confused.

[Xin, as in warmth. Ancestor, as in something to be revered. Remember, only you are to know this name. If you ever see my name somewhere else, don’t tell anyone.]

[Now, if you have any questions about cultivation, feel free to ask. Otherwise, do not disturb me unless necessary. I have important matters to attend to. I’ll notify you when the Blessing is available again.]

Han Feng nodded to himself, deciding not to bother Ancestor Xin any further.

As long as he knew that the entity was a sentient being and not something sinister planning to take over his body, that was enough for now.

Judging by the entity’s power, Han Feng didn’t seem to be worth possessing anyway.

Just as he was about to doze off, a familiar voice startled him.

Opening his eyes, he saw his good friend Wang Mian standing at the door, rubbing his nose and gazing curiously at the large formation surrounding Han Feng’s courtyard, with the little fox nestled in his arms.

Han Feng waved his hand, deactivating the formation and allowing Wang Mian to enter.

“Han Feng, you’ve outdone yourself! Where did you get this massive formation? You set this up yourself?”

Wang Mian asked, still nursing his nose where he had accidentally bumped into the barrier.

“Jiang Surou gave it to me for protection,” Han Feng lied casually.

“Wow, she treats you so well! I’m so jealous. If I had a Dao partner like her, I’d be laughing in my sleep,” Wang Mian said, setting the little fox down on the ground. The fox quickly jumped onto Han Feng’s lap, curling up next to him as they both resumed sunbathing.

“So, what brings you here?” Han Feng asked.

Wang Mian sat down on a nearby stone bench, slapped his storage pouch, and pulled out a light blue robe, tossing it onto Han Feng.

It landed right on top of the little fox, who kicked furiously in protest, irritated that her sunbathing had been interrupted.

“Hey! Don’t cover me up! I’m trying to enjoy the sun!”

Han Feng picked up the robe, puzzled. “What’s this for?”

“I got you some new clothes. Look at the old robe you’ve been wearing—it’s faded and practically falling apart. You’re still wearing those old servant disciple robes. Aren’t you ashamed?”

Han Feng laughed. “Well, well, look at you, living the high life now. You can just hand out fancy robes like this. Must be nice to have your Dao partner spoiling you.”

“Don’t exaggerate. This thing isn’t even worth a single spirit stone. One spirit stone could buy out half a store! But yeah, Zhang Xiu’s been pretty good to me—gave me spirit stones, pills to help with my cultivation, and even a place to stay. It’s really touching, to be honest.”

Wang Mian’s face was filled with smug satisfaction as he bragged, and Han Feng couldn’t help but laugh at his friend’s air of self-importance.

But the little fox wasn’t one to be outdone. She slapped her storage pouch, pulling out a jade slip and a flying sword, placing them both proudly on the table.

“We’ve got stuff too! These are gifts from Sister Surou to Han Feng. We’re not inferior to you, hmph!” the little fox declared, puffing up with pride.

Wang Mian stared in amazement at the items on the table. “Is that a spirit weapon grade flying sword? And what’s this? A technique? Well, damn. Spirit weapons, techniques, and even formations—Jiang Surou is really spoiling you, man! Makes the rest of us look bad.”

“…Did you just call her ‘little tender meat’?” Han Feng asked, his expression turning strange.

“What? Doesn’t ‘Surou’ sound like ‘tender meat’ to you?”

“Sure, sure, whatever you say,” Han Feng replied, laughing at the absurdity.

“Anyway, I came by to get you some new clothes. The **Ancestor’s Ceremony** is coming up on the first of next month. Even though it’s an annual event for the sect, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime event for us. We’ve got to look sharp. Wearing these old, worn-out robes will just embarrass you—and your ‘little tender meat.’”

“The Ancestor’s Ceremony?” Han Feng frowned, then nodded as he remembered.

The Ancestor’s Ceremony was an event held to honor the sect’s ancient Daoist ancestors. Every year on the first of May, which was the birthday of the sect’s founding ancestor, the sect would organize a grand ceremony where all the disciples who had turned eighteen would participate in a coming-of-age ritual.

It was a once-in-a-lifetime chance for each disciple. Some would receive incredible blessings during the ceremony—powerful techniques, awakened bloodlines, or significant improvements in cultivation. Even those less fortunate would still benefit from a body cleanse, making it easier to advance in their cultivation.

Both Han Feng and Wang Mian would be participating this year since they had both recently turned eighteen.

However, every year, the ceremony was also a battleground of fierce competition—a storm of conflict and rivalry.

—-

T/L Note :
The playful nickname “little tender meat” (小酥肉) is derived from Jiang Surou’s name, which can be broken down into characters that evoke imagery of softness or tenderness. 酥 (Su) means “crispy” or “tender,” while 柔 (Rou) means “soft” or “gentle.” This humorous nickname contrasts with her actual cold and stern demeanor, highlighting the irony in Wang Mian’s playful commentary.