The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 40

After forming his plan, Han Feng was determined to slip away quietly.

At that moment, Jiang Surou turned to him and said, “Don’t let him intimidate you. If he really tries to threaten you through your friend, we’ll fight him. People like him—treacherous and despicable—deserve to be taken down by anyone with a sense of justice!”

Han Feng felt a warmth in his heart at her words and smiled, nodding in agreement.

However, one of the Jiang family disciples nearby spoke up in a calm tone, “Let’s not be rash. If we can avoid fighting them, let’s do that. They outnumber us, and we’re here to make a wish, not to pick a fight with the Ye family. Of course, if they corner us, we’ll fight. We Jiang family members aren’t cowards.”

His words were clearly directed at Han Feng—indirectly pointing out that while the Jiang family could protect Han Feng, they weren’t about to risk everything for his friend.

Han Feng understood completely and held no resentment toward the Jiang family. They had already done more than enough for him.

This was his problem. Wang Mian was his friend, and it was up to Han Feng to save him.

“Enough chatter. Let’s spread out and search for more Spirit Crystals,” Jiang Surou instructed, reminding Han Feng to stay close.

Han Feng nodded in compliance.

The group dispersed, each member searching the area for Spirit Crystals. Meanwhile, Han Feng, carrying the little fox, pretended to search—but he gradually moved closer to the forest, edging away from the group.

Once he entered the forest, Han Feng immediately pulled out a bamboo hat and face veil from his storage pouch, covering his head and concealing his face. He then grabbed the little fox and sprinted swiftly, putting as much distance between himself and the Jiang family as possible.

After climbing over a hill, the little fox finally asked, “Why all the secrecy? Are you taking me to find some tasty Spirit Crystals?”

As Han Feng tucked her into the sack he carried, he replied, “We’re going to find Wang Mian. We need to find him quickly and protect him. Ye Longyuan is clearly after him, and both he and Zhang Xiu could be in danger.”

“Oh, that’s important. But can we at least look for some Spirit Crystals along the way? I can sense where they are,” the little fox suggested helpfully.

“No. We need to find Wang Mian first,” Han Feng said firmly, securing the little fox in the sack.

He pulled out his communication jade slip and sent a transmission to Jiang Surou. “Senior Sister, I’m going to find Wang Mian. Ye Longyuan is targeting him because of me, and I can’t let my friend get hurt because of my problems. Don’t worry about me—I can take care of myself.”

After sending the message, Han Feng put away the jade slip and dashed deeper into the forest.

On the other side, Jiang Surou read the message, and her face turned pale with worry. She immediately sent a transmission back. “Han Feng, come back! You have no cultivation! If Ye Longyuan finds you, you’ll be walking into your own death! Get back here now!”

Outside the Secret Realm, in the Grand Plaza…

Han Feng’s decision to leave the Jiang family group caused a stir among the spectators.

No one could understand what was going through his mind. Why would a “waste” like Han Feng leave the safety of the Jiang family to search for his friend? It seemed like suicide.

Jiang Surou’s parents, watching the projection, were visibly alarmed. Both straightened in their seats, their eyes fixed on the screen.

Jiang Surou’s father frowned deeply. “Ye Longyuan’s behavior is utterly disgraceful. It’s one thing to have external enemies, but to prey on a fellow disciple’s friend—is this really how the Ye family raises their children? Despicable.

And what is Han Feng thinking? He may be loyal to his friends, but he’s being far too reckless. He has no strength—how does he plan to stand against the power of the Ye family? He’s brave, but his impulsiveness will get him killed.”

Next to him, Jiang Surou’s elder sister, the one with the regal and alluring presence, smirked and said, “See? I told you he’s not fit for our little sister. Look at him—rushing off foolishly with no plan.”

Jiang Huayang chuckled. “Big Sister, aren’t you speaking too soon? Let’s wait and see what happens.”

Jiang Surou’s father sighed. “He’s a loyal young man, I’ll give him that—he doesn’t want to endanger the Jiang family, nor does he want to betray his friend. He only took this risk because he felt he had no other choice.

In the end, it’s because our daughter chose him that Ye Longyuan has been targeting him. But Han Feng hasn’t complained or shown fear, and he’s never asked to sever ties with Jiang Surou to protect himself. He bears the burden like a true man.

At worst, if things get dangerous, he can always shout ‘Exit’ and leave the secret realm. He won’t die in there.

Once he’s out, we’ll bring him to the Jiang family home and give him some resources to improve his constitution. He may lack talent, but he has decent character—”

Suddenly, Jiang Surou’s father stopped mid-sentence, his eyes wide in shock. “Wait—he’s flying? How is he flying so fast?!”

Projected on the screen for all to see, Han Feng, now wearing his bamboo hat and face veil, summoned a bright blue flying sword and shot off into the distance at incredible speed.

The sight caused a ripple of shocked gasps from the tens of thousands of spectators.

No one had expected this. Han Feng, the so-called “waste” who supposedly couldn’t cultivate, was flying—and at an astonishing speed.

Jiang Surou’s father, a powerful Core Formation cultivator with sharp insight, quickly analyzed the situation as he stared at the projection.

“Only someone at the fifth layer of Qi Refining can use the sword flight technique. Judging by his speed, he’s at least at the seventh or eighth layer of Qi Refining. It’s hard to determine his exact level without seeing him fight, but his cultivation is impressive.

For an eighteen-year-old to reach this level is rare. He’s easily stronger than at least eighty percent of the participants in the secret realm. He’s no ‘waste’—we’ve misjudged him.”

Jiang Huayang smiled knowingly. “That’s why I said we should wait and see. When he killed the two assassins that Ye Longyuan sent after him, he did it cleanly and without hesitation. One strike for each.”

“Oh? He’s that strong?” his father asked, intrigued. “Then why do people think he’s a waste? Has he been hiding his power all along?”

Jiang Huayang nodded. “He’s been keeping a low profile. With no family backing him, he needed to be cautious. If not for his conflict with the Ye family, I think he would’ve continued hiding his strength, even in the secret realm.”

Jiang Surou’s father nodded thoughtfully. “I see. He wasn’t being reckless—he’s confident in his abilities.

This young man has good character, a sound mind, and solid cultivation potential. He’s also been smart enough to hide his talents until now. He’s well-suited for survival in the cultivation world.

We can’t afford to let a talent like this slip away from the Jiang family.”

Jiang Huayang grinned. “You’ve got to admit—our little sister has a good eye for talent. She saw something in him that the rest of us didn’t.”

“But why does she keep insisting that he’s a waste with no cultivation? Does even Jiang Surou not know his true strength?”

“Uh…”

Jiang Huayang had originally thought Jiang Surou had chosen Han Feng because she had seen through to his cultivation and potential. But now, it seemed like there might have been some sort of misunderstanding.

Because of Han Feng’s display of sword flight, the disciples outside were all astonished, and almost all eyes were fixed on him.