The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 4

Back in the house, Han Feng lit a candle and looked at his hands, only to find that there wasn’t a trace of blood on them.

He then picked up the Ice Dagger and inspected it as well—no bloodstains there either.

Curious, Han Feng took the lamp and went outside to check the spot where Boss Ma had died. To his surprise, there was no sign of blood on the ground.

He had originally planned to cover the bloodstains with some dirt, but it seemed there was no need.

Returning to his room, he pondered for a moment and came to the conclusion that it must have been the Ice Dagger’s cold energy. When he stabbed Boss Ma, the icy power must have frozen the blood at the wound, preventing any bleeding.

Looks like this dagger is pretty useful—at least it kills without leaving a mess.

Han Feng set down the lamp and lay on the bed, his mind beginning to turn over various thoughts.

Because he had used some spiritual energy to kill Ma earlier, Han Feng now felt that he could absorb the surrounding spiritual energy to replenish what he’d spent.

As he absorbed the energy, his mind raced. Thanks to Jiang Surou, he had now completely offended Ye Longyuan.

Ye Longyuan himself wasn’t all that frightening—just a small-time cultivator at the eighth layer of the Qi Refining Stage—but his family was powerful, with even a Nascent Soul expert backing them.

Ye Longyuan had already sent Ma after him. Since Ma had failed, it was only a matter of time before Ye Longyuan sent someone else to cause trouble.

Han Feng was definitely facing a crisis.

But…

What could he do about it?

Work hard?

Don’t be ridiculous. No matter how hard he worked, he couldn’t advance in cultivation. Unless Jiang Surou made a breakthrough, he couldn’t either.

Help Jiang Surou break through? Yeah, right. He was so poor that the only valuable thing he owned was a rusty dagger. What help could he possibly offer?

So…

Might as well keep lying flat, tending his flowers, soaking up the sun, and enjoying his simple life.

Han Feng lay flat on the bed, but his thoughts were still spinning.

Now that Ma was dead, what if someone came looking for him? Sure, he had buried the body, but he’d heard that Foundation Establishment cultivators could scan their surroundings with their divine sense, seeing everything within a few hundred meters, both above and below ground.

If the body’s in his herb garden, even a fool could guess who killed him. It seemed he’d need to deal with it further—dig up the body and toss it somewhere far away.

As for Ye Longyuan accusing him of killing Ma? That would be laughable. How would Ye Longyuan know that Ma had tried to kill Han Feng, only to be killed in return? Was it his own doing? Without evidence, Ye Longyuan shouldn’t go around making wild accusations.

Does he think the sect’s law enforcement elders are just sitting around doing nothing?

Han Feng stood up, put on his shoes, grabbed his shovel and lamp, and headed outside.

Walking to the edge of his herb garden under the moonlight, Han Feng froze.

There was now a pit in the ground, and faint rustling sounds were coming from inside.

Someone had discovered it already?

Cautiously, Han Feng moved toward the pit, shovel in hand, and looked inside. The sight that met his eyes sent a chill down his spine.

A small white creature was crouched on top of Boss Ma’s body, busy with something.

What kind of animal was this, feeding on a corpse?

After watching for a while, Han Feng realized it was a small white fox. It wasn’t eating the body—it was absorbing the residual spiritual energy left within it.

Moments later, the fox finished absorbing all the energy, lifted its little face, and let out a satisfied burp.

The instant their gazes met, the fox was startled and its fur bristled.

It bared its fangs and glared at Han Feng fiercely, its eyes glowing an eerie green.

At the same time, a massive, shadowy figure faintly appeared above the pit. The apparition was as large as a mountain and resembled a giant fox. Its eyes were blood-red and filled with savagery, and within its pupils were vast starry skies, like galaxies. Behind the fox, nine enormous tails swayed gently, emitting an aura that seemed capable of destroying the world.

Unfortunately, Han Feng had his head down at that moment and didn’t see the phantom above him. The shadow lasted for only half a second before it vanished.

Strangely, despite the size and terrifying presence of the spectral figure, none of the strong cultivators within the Yin-Yang Sect noticed it.

“Are you… a spirit beast that escaped from the Beast Peak?” Han Feng asked curiously.

“Nope, I’m wild,” the little fox replied seriously, its tone no longer hostile as it sensed no malice from Han Feng.

“What are you doing here?” Han Feng continued.

“I was hungry.”

The little fox jumped out of the pit and sat on the edge of the dirt, blinking its round, bright eyes at Han Feng.

“Aren’t you afraid of me?”

“Aren’t you afraid of me?”

Both Han Feng and the fox asked simultaneously.

“Why should I be afraid of you?” Han Feng asked, puzzled.

“I can talk! I’m a talking spirit beast!” the fox replied, as if that should explain everything.

“So…?” Han Feng, a mere servant disciple, had no idea that a talking spirit beast was something extraordinary.

He asked again, “Then why aren’t you afraid of me? I’ve got a shovel here—one swipe and I could flatten you.”

“You don’t have any killing intent or malice toward me. I can sense the threat and ill will from others. The greater the malice, the more sensitive I am to it. But you don’t have any of that.

Other humans want to kill me for my meat or catch me to sign a master-servant contract. But you don’t, so I’m not scared of you.”

The little fox’s voice sounded like that of a child, soft and gentle.

Hearing this, Han Feng laughed. “You’re kinda cute. Are you full yet?”

“No.”

“I saw you absorbing spiritual energy from the body earlier. Do you feed on spiritual energy?”

“Yes, but absorbing spiritual energy from the world takes a long time, so I came here to absorb what was left in the corpse.”

Seeing the little fox’s pitiful look, Han Feng took out one of his spirit stones and handed it to the fox.

The fox quickly grabbed the spirit stone, opened its tiny mouth, and crunched it up before swallowing it down.

Han Feng was stunned.

That was a spirit stone! It’s supposed to be harder than spiritual weapons—so tough that even Nascent Soul cultivators can’t easily crush it.

And this little fox just crunched it up like it was nothing?! How strong were its teeth?

“Are you full now?” Han Feng asked.

“No. Can you give me one more?”

Han Feng took out another spirit stone and handed it over.

He had received twenty spirit stones today, but they weren’t of much use to him.

The little fox took the second spirit stone, but instead of eating it, it stashed it behind itself before letting out another satisfied burp.

It noticed Han Feng’s suspicious look and turned its head away guiltily, explaining, “I’m afraid that if I get hungry again, you won’t give me any more.”

Han Feng didn’t say much. He was being kind to the little fox simply because he found it likable.

Looking down at the body in the pit, Han Feng sighed and said, “You’ve had your fill and even taken a spare. What am I supposed to do about the body, though? Now there’s blood everywhere because you dug it up. If I try to carry it away, I’ll leave a trail of blood all over the place.”

The little fox glanced at the body, then at Han Feng. After a moment of hesitation, it took a deep breath and exhaled a puff of white mist.

The mist enveloped the body, and before Han Feng’s eyes, the body began to dissolve, eventually turning into a small red orb.

The little fox jumped into the pit, grabbed the orb, and handed it to Han Feng.

“This is the essence of the person’s blood and energy. If you eat it, it will help your cultivation.”

Han Feng took the orb, but the thought of consuming Ma’s blood and flesh made him nauseous.

Besides, he was unable to cultivate on his own, so it wouldn’t be of any use. He casually tossed the orb aside.

The red orb rolled under a herb plant and was absorbed as energy by the plant, though Han Feng didn’t notice.

He picked up the shovel and filled in the pit, replanting the herbs to cover the scene.

That should do it. No one would be able to tell now.

Once everything was back in order, Han Feng grabbed his shovel and started walking back. The little fox said,

“Alright, now that the problem’s solved, let’s go get some rest.”