The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 42

As everyone reeled in shock, a disciple exclaimed,
“What? Did I hear that right? He has a Heavenly Spirit Root, and it’s a rare mutated Wind Spirit Root? And he’s at the peak of the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining?”

“Does such an extraordinary genius truly exist? Wind Spirit Roots are rare enough—our entire sect barely has a handful. But a Wind-Attribute Heavenly Spirit Root? We’ve never had even one!”

“And he’s at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining, the strongest level in the secret realm, and he’s only eighteen?”

“Impossible! He’s just a servant disciple! He doesn’t even have access to cultivation resources or spirit stones. Are we supposed to believe he reached the peak of Qi Refining in five years just by breathing and meditating on his own?”

“What kind of unparalleled prodigy is this?”

“And Ye Longyuan, that so-called prodigy, has the audacity to mock Han Feng as a waste? To call him pathetic? Ye Longyuan only just broke through to the Ninth Layer recently, didn’t he?”

“With all the resources Ye Longyuan has from his family, he barely made it. But Han Feng? He’s just a servant disciple!”

“Ye Longyuan wanted to pick on someone he thought was easy prey, but it looks like he ran straight into a brick wall this time.”

“I can’t wait to see Ye Longyuan and Han Feng fight. I really want to know who’s stronger.”

The disciples’ initial shock soon turned to excitement, and many began to gloat over Ye Longyuan’s miscalculation.

The Sect Leader of Yin-Yang Sect watched the projection with sharp eyes. Turning to the head of Luoxia Peak, he demanded,
“Si Yu, what kind of Peak Master are you? A Wind-Attribute Heavenly Spirit Root—do you have any idea what a rare gem that is? This is a once-in-a-millennium talent!

How could someone like him end up as a servant disciple under your watch? Such a brilliant disciple, and you failed to notice him? You nearly let him go to waste!”

The Peak Master of Luoxia Peak, Si Yu, was a stunning beauty with a graceful figure. Her flowing robes accentuated her mature and alluring curves, swaying gently in the breeze. However, no one had ever seen her face. A white veil always covered her features, leaving only her captivating peach blossom eyes visible, eyes that seemed to pierce straight through one’s soul.

Speculation about her veil abounded. Some believed that while Si Yu had a perfect figure and beautiful eyes, her face was flawed, forcing her to cover it. Others claimed that her face was so breathtakingly flawless that she wore the veil to avoid being overwhelmed by suitors.

It was worth noting that Si Yu had joined the Yin-Yang Sect as a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator and was not subject to the sect’s Dao partner selection process at age eighteen.

Hearing the Sect Leader’s criticism, Si Yu inclined her head slightly and replied,
“Sect Leader, I had never heard of Han Feng before. He has always been a servant disciple, hiding his true abilities so well that no one was aware of his cultivation or talent. As such, I was unaware of his potential.

I oversee tens of thousands of disciples on Luoxia Peak. It’s impossible for me to personally check each one.”

The Sect Leader sighed heavily, frustration evident on his face. “An oversight is still an oversight. Such a brilliant unpolished gem, nearly buried and lost.”

Si Yu’s peach blossom eyes narrowed sharply, and she snapped back,
“A true gem will always shine eventually. He’s only at the Qi Refining stage now—there’s still time to nurture him.

And you, you old nag, if you keep whining, don’t blame me when I slap you!”

The Sect Leader’s face turned awkward, and he quickly muttered under his breath, “Alright, alright, I won’t say anything more. There are so many people here—can’t you cut me some slack?”

Clearing his throat, he continued,
“Once the Ancestor’s Ceremony is over, take him in as your disciple. After all, he’s a talent from Luoxia Peak. If you don’t, the other Peak Masters are already salivating over him. Be careful they don’t snatch him away.”

“Let them try. What’s mine is mine. No one can take him from me,” Si Yu declared arrogantly. “Once he’s out, I’ll personally assess his talent. If he truly has a Wind-Attribute Heavenly Spirit Root, I’ll immediately make him an outer disciple.

When he reaches Foundation Establishment through his own efforts, I’ll take him as my personal disciple.

And as for Luoxia Peak’s matters, they’re none of your business.”

Si Yu’s domineering attitude drew no objections from the other Peak Masters. The reason was simple—her strength was unmatched. No one could oppose her.

—

In the Ye family’s section, Ye Longyuan’s father wore an expression so dark it seemed like a storm was brewing.

“This brat’s been playing the fool, pretending to be weak while actually being strong. He’s baiting Longyuan into making a fool of himself.

Han Feng, this so-called waste of a servant disciple, actually has such strength and talent? By revealing himself now, he’s caught the attention of all the sect’s powerhouses. The sect is bound to pour resources into him.

It’ll be much harder to deal with him in the future.”

Beside him, a beautiful woman, her face a picture of worry, said anxiously,
“How can you worry about the future at a time like this? Find a way to warn Longyuan! That boy is strong—Longyuan can’t afford to suffer a loss!”

Ye Longyuan’s father sighed helplessly.
“What are you even saying? This is the Ancestor’s Ceremony. The Sect Leader and all the Peak Masters are present, and it’s in another dimension. How am I supposed to contact him? No one can enter now.

Besides, I’ve already given Longyuan plenty of protective treasures—artifacts that can withstand even a full-power attack from a Foundation Establishment cultivator. How many hits would a Qi Refining cultivator need to break through those?

If Longyuan can’t turn this to his advantage, then perhaps he deserves to lose.”

—

In the Jiang family’s section, the mood was completely different.

The Jiang family members were energized by Han Feng’s reveal, their eyes glued to the projection.

Jiang Surou’s father spoke with a tone of admiration,
“We misjudged him. We all did.

The Ninth Layer of Qi Refining. Wind-Attribute. Heavenly Spirit Root. Eighteen years old. Combine those attributes, and he’s practically one in a million within the sect.

And look at him—he’s clearly known about his talent for a long time.

Everyone thought he was a waste, mocking and insulting him relentlessly. But he didn’t argue, didn’t fight back, didn’t even try to prove himself.

To have such composure at his age, despite possessing such talent—it’s extraordinary.

He chose to reveal himself now, during the Ancestor’s Ceremony, where all eyes are on him. He’s making a statement.”

Jiang Huayang, his expression wry, added,
“Father, let’s be honest—if it weren’t for the Ye family, he’d probably still be hiding his abilities. He’s been concealing his strength for so long, only to expose it now because of his friend and his sense of loyalty.

He’s hidden himself for years, but for the sake of his friend, he’s willing to break his cover.

That kind of person? I respect him. I’d be proud to call him a brother.

It’s a good thing he’s my brother-in-law. I can call him my little brother now. Hahaha.”

Jiang Surou’s father chuckled as well.
“I’ve been too harsh. I never gave him a second glance. But now that I’ve seen him, I believe he’s worthy of Surou. She didn’t settle for less.”