The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 22

“You’re planning to attend the Ancestor’s Ceremony?” Han Feng asked.

Wang Mian looked at Han Feng like he had gone mad. “Dude, have you lost your mind? We’re talking about the Ancestor’s Ceremony here—the one chance in a lifetime to potentially gain something huge. Who wouldn’t go? Plus, it’s a matter of respect. The ceremony is for the Daoist ancestors, the First Sage of the Immortal Dao, the one who all cultivators honor as our ancestor. If you don’t attend, it’s considered disrespectful. If the elders find out, they’ll skin you alive!”

“Alright, alright. I guess I’ll go with you,” Han Feng replied, sounding somewhat disinterested.

The first day of the next month, huh? It was unfortunate because he had planned to take the exam to become an outer disciple on that day. The exam was only held once a month, and he couldn’t afford to miss it.

However, compared to the exam, the sect clearly prioritized the Ancestor’s Ceremony. Thousands would be attending, and the elders responsible for the exam might even be there themselves as part of the crowd.

It looked like he’d have to attend the ceremony first and take the exam later.

Wang Mian continued, “It’s not just the two of us going. Zhang Xiu will be there, and so will your ‘Little Tender Meat’—oh, and Ye Longyuan too. Everyone who’s turning eighteen this year will be there. It’s going to be a fierce competition. I wouldn’t be surprised if Ye Longyuan takes the opportunity to come after you in broad daylight.”

Wang Mian sighed, “So, during the ceremony, stick close to me. I’ll protect you. We’ll sneak around quietly and avoid getting into trouble.”

“Is the ceremony really that dangerous?”

Han Feng had heard that there would be combat involved but didn’t realize just how intense it would be.

“Of course it’s dangerous! Our sect has tens of thousands of disciples, and every year, there are a few thousand who turn eighteen.”

“All of those thousands of disciples will enter the secret realm for the ceremony, competing for immortal opportunities and fighting one another for them.

The more opportunities you seize, the better your chances of gaining something valuable. And another purpose of the ceremony is to showcase our talents. The Daoist ancestor will be watching, and the better you perform, the more favorably you’ll be viewed.

So, do you think people will just sit back and relax? No, they’re going to fight tooth and nail.

If it weren’t for the rule prohibiting killing, half of us would be dead by the end of it.”

Wang Mian shuddered as he spoke, clearly recalling just how brutal the ceremony could be.

Han Feng nodded, “It sounds rough.”

“It is.”

“And Ye Longyuan can take this chance to beat me up without worrying about the Enforcement Hall.”

“Exactly.”

“And with his family’s wealth and power, he could bring a whole group of people to gang up on me.”

“That’s right.”

“Then why should I stick with you? Can you protect me? I’d be better off sticking to Jiang Surou—the stronger one, don’t you think?”

Hearing Han Feng’s cold and blunt words, Wang Mian’s heart ached a little.

Han Feng shrugged. “Alright, I get it. I appreciate the heads-up. But from now on, you should avoid coming around me. Keep your distance.”

Wang Mian’s expression shifted slightly before he sighed and patted Han Feng’s shoulder. “You bastard. You think I’d just leave you hanging? Fine, I’m off. Time to go cuddle with my wife.”

With a wave of his hand, Wang Mian turned and walked away.

Despite his casual tone, Wang Mian understood exactly what Han Feng was trying to do.

Han Feng had provoked the Ye family, and with their influence and power, getting rid of him would be no trouble at all. By telling Wang Mian to stay away, Han Feng was trying to protect him, hoping the Ye family wouldn’t target him as well.

After Wang Mian left, Han Feng picked up the flying sword and jade slip that were sitting on the table.

The flying sword was merely a high-grade spirit weapon, but he put it in his storage pouch anyway. Then he picked up the jade slip and pressed it to his forehead to read its contents.

After all, in just over half a month, it would be the first of May, the day of the Ancestor’s Ceremony.

He couldn’t avoid going, and he would have to deal with Ye Longyuan’s hostility.

It was time to learn sword flight. With his Wind Spirit Root, even if he couldn’t win a fight, he could at least outrun his enemies.

He’d just keep running until they couldn’t catch him.

As for fighting over immortal opportunities and treasures… that sounded like too much hassle. Han Feng just wanted to lie flat and take it easy—he had no interest in fighting over anything.

Without divine sense, Han Feng had to manually read the jade slip by pressing it against his forehead.

Suddenly, he exclaimed, “Wait, what? ‘Swift Wind Feather Blade’? I thought this was supposed to be a sword flight technique?”

The little fox perked up and said, “Sister Surou said this is an even better version of sword flight. Not only can you fly, but you can also use it in combat!”

“Oh, that’s awesome. I’ll have to study this carefully.”

“First, you should thank me properly. I delivered your spirit treasure, and I made sure to praise you to the heavens. Plus, I brought back a profound-grade technique for you! Do you know how valuable a profound-grade technique is? It’s worth just as much as that spirit treasure you gave her.”

The little fox puffed out its chest, clearly fishing for compliments.

“Of course, of course. You’re the best. I knew you were reliable from the start. You always get the job done. You’re my number one helper,” Han Feng said, patting the fox on the head.

After praising the fox, Han Feng turned his attention to studying the technique.

The Swift Wind Feather Blade was a technique that was innately suited for wind attribute cultivators, though it could be used by anyone. It was just that wind attribute cultivators could wield it more effectively.

As someone with a natural wind attribute spirit root, Han Feng was perfectly suited for this technique, as well as for wind-type spirit treasures.

The technique allowed for sword flight and could also be used to attack enemies. It unleashed three wind blades shaped like feathers, which could target one or multiple enemies. The power of the blades was quite fearsome. This was a secret technique of the Jiang family, and even the Yin-Yang Sect’s Sutra Pavilion didn’t have it.

Han Feng spent the entire afternoon learning the technique.

Once he mastered it, he took out the flying sword that Jiang Surou had given him and began practicing the technique.

First, he infused the spirit weapon with his spiritual energy, levitating it in front of him. Then he flicked his fingers, causing the sword to follow his movements, gracefully slashing through the air.

Next, he picked up the little fox and jumped onto the sword, hovering in the courtyard.

He flew low to the ground, making sure none of the other servant disciples saw him.

“Whoo-hoo! We’re flying! We’re flying!” the little fox cheered, waving its tiny paws in excitement as they sailed through the air.

Fortunately, Han Feng’s formation had a built-in sound-dampening feature, so no one outside could hear them.

After getting a feel for sword flight, Han Feng realized that his speed was far superior to that of the assassin he had encountered the previous night.

Thanks to his higher cultivation level and his wind attribute spirit root, which naturally specialized in speed, Han Feng was much faster.

After practicing sword flight, Han Feng tested the wind blade attack.

The wind blades were shaped like feathers and shot straight forward. Since Han Feng didn’t have divine sense, he couldn’t control the blades to change direction mid-flight, so they could only move in a straight line.

However, their power was undeniable.