The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 35

May 1st.

This day was the liveliest in the entire Yin-Yang Sect, more important than even the New Year celebrations. It was the birthday of the Immortal Dao Patriarch, and on this day, the grand statue of the Immortal Dao Patriarch, which the sect worshipped, would open the Ancestor’s Secret Realm, allowing disciples who had turned eighteen to enter and seize immortal opportunities.

Han Feng, with the little fox in his arms, was waiting at the gate near the foot of the mountain when he spotted Wang Mian approaching.

“Even Zhang Xiu can fly on her sword now. When are you going to put in some effort and reach the fifth layer of Qi Refining so I can fly with you?” Han Feng teased with a grin.

Wang Mian snorted, “Hmph! If not for you, I’d have let Zhang Xiu take me flying already. I saw you were walking, so I turned down her offer and came here to accompany you on foot.”

Han Feng blinked, confused. “Wait, I thought you preferred walking, so I came down specifically to join you. Otherwise, I was going to have Jiang Surou fly me up.”

The two stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.

After a brief pause, they both cursed each other, “You idiot!” before laughing and walking toward Yin-Yang Peak together.

Yin-Yang Peak was situated in the center of the twelve peaks of the Yin-Yang Sect, neither too far nor too close to Luoxia Peak.

As the name suggested, Luoxia Peak was the farthest to the west, while Zhaoxia Peak stood in the east.

The Ancestor’s Ceremony didn’t start until noon, so they had plenty of time to walk.

The little fox sat comfortably on Han Feng’s shoulder, unconcerned about whether sitting there for too long might give him a sore neck.

As the two young men chatted during their walk, the journey passed by quickly.

“Han Feng, how much do you know about the Immortal Dao Patriarch?” Wang Mian asked curiously.

“Me? I know absolutely nothing. I’m always cooped up in my house. I don’t wander around like you do.”

Wang Mian had been waiting for this moment. Seeing Han Feng’s lack of knowledge, he proudly began, “Well then, let me educate you. This Immortal Patriarch is a big deal, you know.

According to ancient records—”

“Which ancient records? You’ve never read any ancient records. This is all hearsay.”

Wang Mian huffed, “According to the ancient records others have read, a long, long time ago—like millions of years ago—there were no immortal cultivators in the world at all. Humans practiced martial arts instead. But even through martial arts, the peak practitioners could fly through the sky and split mountains with their strength.

The Immortal Dao Patriarch, it is said, also had the surname Han. People called him Han Xian Zun, the first and greatest of all immortal cultivators!

In a world dominated by martial artists, he blazed a new path, creating the Dao of Immortals and becoming the first immortal cultivator. Isn’t that amazing?

After becoming a powerful being, he swept through the martial world, unified the Nine Realms, and spread immortal techniques. He completely transformed a world that had been focused on martial arts into one centered around immortal cultivation.

Now, every cultivator in the world traces their lineage back to that one man.

Thanks to him, everyone has the potential to cultivate and achieve immortality.

That’s why he’s called the Immortal Dao Patriarch, the First Sage, and the Great Instructor—he’s revered by all cultivators.

It’s said that you can disrespect your teachers, your seniors, and even your ancestors—but you must never disrespect Han Xian Zun.

Anyone who dares to insult him will be hunted down by every cultivator, because Han Xian Zun is the common ancestor of all immortal cultivators.”

At this point, Han Feng nodded and said, “Huh, well what do you know? Han Xian Zun and I share a surname.”

“Shut up!” Wang Mian hissed, glancing around to make sure no one overheard. “You really have no filter, do you? Do you want to get yourself killed?”

After making sure they were alone, Wang Mian continued, “Han Xian Zun is not related to you. You’re the one related to him. And anyway, with how many people share the surname Han, you can’t claim anything.”

“Haha, I don’t care. It makes me better than you,” Han Feng laughed.

Good friends always found ways to joke around with each other, making even the silliest things sound funny.

Wang Mian laughed too, then asked, “Do you know why, out of all the sects and countless factions that worship Han Xian Zun, it’s only our Yin-Yang Sect’s statue that can activate the secret realm and allow disciples to receive blessings from the Patriarch?”

“Why is that?”

“It’s because only Yin-Yang Sect disciples can cultivate the Yin-Yang Harmonizing Technique. That technique is our sect’s fundamental cultivation method, and everyone here learns it. Dual cultivation is especially beneficial for advancing in cultivation.

Legend has it that the Yin-Yang Harmonizing Technique was personally created by Han Xian Zun himself.

So, it’s not that only Yin-Yang Sect disciples can enter the secret realm; it’s that only those who have cultivated the Yin-Yang Harmonizing Technique can enter. You get it?”

“Ohhh, I see. So, this technique was created by the Immortal Patriarch himself? Haha, looks like Han Xian Zun wasn’t such an upright figure after all. He made such a ‘shady’ technique!” Han Feng burst into laughter.

But as he laughed, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind—the voice of the Marriage Blessing.

[Han Xian Zun is the Supreme Deity, the omnipotent and most revered being, the savior of this world and its greatest protector, the creator of the Dao of Immortals. No one is worthy of tarnishing or slandering Han Xian Zun. You, least of all.]

“Uh… I was just joking! No need to take it so seriously, Ancestor Xin! Calm down!” Han Feng quickly replied in his mind, though he couldn’t help but note how protective the entity was over Han Xian Zun’s reputation.

With that strange exchange behind him, Han Feng and Wang Mian continued their lighthearted conversation as they made their way to the top of Yin-Yang Peak.

Yin-Yang Peak was the main peak of the Yin-Yang Sect and home to the sect leader and many powerful elders. At the very top of the peak, in front of the grandest hall, lay a vast plaza. In the center of the plaza stood an imposing statue—one that towered over everything around it.

The statue was painstakingly detailed and vibrantly colored, standing a hundred zhang tall.

It depicted a young man dressed in flowing white robes, his long black hair billowing in the wind. He was handsome and slender, with soft yet sharp features and a kind, gentle smile, like a loving elder teaching his juniors.

His left hand was placed behind his back, while his right hand was extended outward, holding eight colorful spheres.

This was Han Xian Zun—the Immortal Dao Patriarch, the First Sage, the common ancestor of all cultivators across the Nine Realms.

When Han Feng laid eyes on the statue, he felt an overwhelming sense of respect and reverence from deep within his soul. Given the figure’s significance, such feelings were to be expected. But what surprised him was the warmth and affection he felt—there was no fear, only a deep sense of kinship. It was as if he wanted to kneel before the statue and listen to the elder’s teachings.

Wang Mian stared up at the statue and remarked, “So this is Han Xian Zun. We could always see it from afar on Luoxia Peak, but today we finally get to see it up close.”