The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 36

“Han Feng, come on, let’s move closer and take a look,” Wang Mian called back to him.

Han Feng shook his head firmly. “No, you should stay away from me.”

Wang Mian looked at him with confusion. “What? Why?”

“There are too many people here. Keep your distance. Go find Zhang Xiu. And once we’re inside the secret realm, don’t come looking for me. If you see where I am, stay as far away as possible. You don’t want the Ye family to notice you.”

Han Feng had offended the Ye family, and they were likely to target him inside the secret realm. He didn’t want to drag Wang Mian into the mess.

Wang Mian sighed, “What about you, then? What will you do?”

“I’ve got the Jiang family. They’re stronger than you, and they can protect me just fine,” Han Feng replied with a smile.

“Alright, fine. You’ve really latched onto a powerful branch this time. Too bad I’m too weak to help you out,” Wang Mian replied, a hint of regret in his voice.

Han Feng patted him on the shoulder. “Just focus on keeping yourself safe. Don’t get caught up in my mess—that’s the biggest help you can give me.”

With that, Han Feng turned and made his way toward the crowd.

As he made his way through the throng of people, Han Feng found the gathering of Jiang family disciples and approached them. It didn’t take long for him to spot Jiang Surou among them.

“Sorry, Senior Sister Jiang. I’m a bit late,” Han Feng said with a grin.

Immediately, all the 18-year-old Jiang family disciples turned their gazes toward Han Feng, scrutinizing him closely.

This guy? they thought. This servant disciple, this so-called “waste,” is the one who won the heart of the most beautiful flower of our Jiang family?

How? What does he have? Is it his unremarkable appearance, or his useless, non-cultivatable body?

At that moment, it wasn’t just the Jiang family disciples—everyone in the vicinity cast envious, jealous, and hateful glares at Han Feng.

Jiang Surou, the goddess of Luoxia Peak, wasn’t just famous on her own peak. Her reputation spread throughout the entire Yin-Yang Sect. Everyone knew she was a peerless beauty, the epitome of an ice-cold goddess, admired from afar but never touched.

Many disciples, both outer and inner, harbored quiet dreams of her. But with Ye Longyuan’s high-profile pursuit of Jiang Surou, most of these secret admirers couldn’t help but compare themselves to him. When they measured Ye Longyuan’s looks, family background, and cultivation aptitude against their own, they fell short and resigned themselves to defeat.

Even though Jiang Surou was breathtakingly beautiful, pursuing a Dao partner wasn’t just about looks—it was also about one’s own worth.

Between Ye Longyuan and Jiang Surou, everyone saw them as a perfect match. They were the embodiment of the golden couple, a union of looks, family prestige, and talent. Most people assumed they were destined to become Dao partners.

But no one, not even in their wildest dreams, expected that on the day of the matchmaking event last month, Jiang Surou would choose the unremarkable servant disciple, Han Feng, at the last minute.

It was unthinkable. Was the world blind? Or was Jiang Surou blind? How could a servant disciple like Han Feng get such a blessing?

Their dream goddess had been snatched away by this waste.

Losing to Ye Longyuan wouldn’t have been embarrassing—after all, he was qualified. But losing to Han Feng? That was unacceptable. Any man with a spine, even a spirit beast from Spirit Beast Peak, would be better than this guy!

Jiang Surou, seemingly unfazed by the attention, reached over and lifted the little fox from Han Feng’s shoulder. She cradled the fox in her arms with casual ease, as if she had done it countless times before. Gently stroking the fox’s fur, she asked calmly, “Why are you so late? The ceremony is about to start.”

“I had to climb the mountain, and I’m not exactly fast. I can’t fly like you guys do,” Han Feng replied with a laugh.

“You could have asked. I would’ve brought you here.”

“Better not. Look at the way everyone’s staring at me. I’d be torn to pieces if I flew in with you,” Han Feng joked.

Jiang Surou chuckled softly at his words, not even bothering to glance at their surroundings as she continued playing with the little fox.

Han Feng reached over and patted the little fox on the head. “Can it enter the secret realm too?”

“Of course. Otherwise, how would the disciples from Spirit Beast Peak participate?”

This casual interaction left the nearby disciples absolutely dumbfounded, their minds reeling in disbelief.

Did Jiang Surou just laugh? they thought. The ice-cold goddess of Luoxia Peak, who was always aloof and untouchable, just laughed—because ofhim?

And the two of them—they’re casually petting the same spirit beast?!

That little fox had been on Han Feng’s shoulder just moments ago, and now it was in Jiang Surou’s arms. Were they… raising it together?

What the hell? they thought. Just because you’re her Dao partner, you think that gives you the right to be this close to her?

Wait, no—that’s not okay either. Why are you her Dao partner in the first place?!

The male disciples around them were seething with jealousy. They wanted nothing more than to tear Han Feng apart.

And perhaps the one who wanted to tear him apart most of all was Ye Longyuan, standing not far away in the Ye family’s group, his fists clenched tightly.

Since Han Feng’s arrival, Ye Longyuan’s gaze hadn’t left him for even a second.

Before Han Feng appeared, Ye Longyuan hadn’t even looked at Jiang Surou. But now that Han Feng was here, his eyes were fixed on the servant disciple.

Was this love?

Of course not.

It was jealousy, raw and unabashed. It was pure, seething hatred.

Ye Longyuan’s feelings toward Han Feng had evolved from simple jealousy and disdain to something far more dangerous. After suffering repeated defeats at Han Feng’s hands and causing his family to lose face, Ye Longyuan had been subjected to scoldings and punishments. He blamed all of his misfortune on Han Feng.

If not for Han Feng, none of this would have happened. His hatred for Han Feng had surpassed his affection for Jiang Surou.

Now, it wasn’t about winning Jiang Surou back. Now, it was about revenge.

Yet, despite his burning hatred, Ye Longyuan didn’t approach Han Feng to mock him or start a confrontation. Despite the occasional mocking glances from surrounding disciples, Ye Longyuan pretended to ignore them.

He had learned his lesson. He knew that exchanging a few barbed words now wouldn’t help him. It would only make him look foolish.

Instead, he would wait until they were inside the secret realm. There, he would defeat Han Feng openly and utterly. He would cripple him, beat him senseless, and show everyone in the sect exactly what he was capable of.

Inside the secret realm, anything that happened would be projected to the outside. It was the most anticipated event of the year. Though only a few would participate, the majority of the sect would be watching.

When the time came, Ye Longyuan would defeat Han Feng in front of all the spectators, washing away his humiliation and restoring his honor.

Just the thought of it made Ye Longyuan’s blood boil.

Han Feng, for his part, didn’t spare Ye Longyuan a single glance. He continued playing with the little fox alongside Jiang Surou, not even bothering to greet the other Jiang family disciples.

He knew they didn’t like him, so why bother trying to earn their favor?

His indifferent attitude only made the Jiang family disciples dislike him even more. They already thought he was arrogant, but now they saw him as even more insufferable—a mere servant acting high and mighty.

Finally, a bell tolled, and the crowd fell silent, all eyes turning toward the grand hall.

The sect leader of the Yin-Yang Sect had arrived.