The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 45

Yes, Ye Longquan decided to escape by flying on his sword.

He was decisive, and after exchanging just two blows, he had already gauged Han Feng’s strength. He realized that Han Feng was at least at the peak of the ninth layer of Qi Refining, while he himself was only at the seventh layer. His spirit beasts were also at the seventh layer. If the fight continued, he would lose everything—his spirit beasts, his strength, and possibly even his life.

Though spirit beasts were the heart and soul of any beast tamer, he knew that losing them was better than being captured, beaten to a pulp, and crippled. If he could use his spirit beasts to buy time, he could alert Ye Longyuan and the others. Together, they could turn the tables on Han Feng.

Of course, they wouldn’t kill him outright, but they would cripple him, strip him of his storage pouch, and take his Spirit Crystals. Han Feng was clearly powerful, so his belongings were bound to be valuable. The loot would more than make up for the loss of five spirit beasts.

As soon as Ye Longquan took off, he pulled out his communication jade slip to contact Ye Longyuan.

But he never got the chance to activate it. Three feather-shaped blades of wind shot up from below, piercing his abdomen and ankles. Losing his balance, he crashed to the ground.

Before he could recover, Han Feng grabbed him and slammed him to the dirt. A sickening crunch followed as Han Feng’s foot came down on Ye Longquan’s outstretched hand, shattering both the jade slip and the hand holding it.

“AHHH!” Ye Longquan howled in agony, his scream echoing through the forest.

Without hesitation, Han Feng stabbed his sword into Ye Longquan’s dantian, crippling his spiritual flow.

Although the injury neutralized Ye Longquan’s ability to gather spiritual energy, it wasn’t permanent. He could recover with enough time and medicinal pills after leaving the secret realm. For now, Han Feng simply wanted to disable him.

With Ye Longquan incapacitated, Han Feng turned his attention to the remaining four white wolves. He unleashed a series of wind blades, swiftly cutting the spirit beasts down.

Only after ensuring that all the threats were eliminated did Han Feng stride back to Ye Longquan.

From the moment Han Feng decided not to run, he had made up his mind. He wasn’t just fighting Ye Longquan for survival—he planned to use him as leverage against Ye Longyuan.

If Ye Longyuan loved using Han Feng’s friends as hostages, then Han Feng would repay him in kind.

Blood for blood, tooth for tooth!

Clutching his ruined dantian with one hand, Ye Longquan glared at Han Feng with venomous eyes. His voice was laced with both rage and hatred as he spat, “You bastard! Do you even know who I am? I’m from the Ye family! You dare destroy my spirit beasts and cripple my dantian? The Ye family won’t let you go! You’ll be hunted down and torn apart, piece by piece!”

Han Feng smirked coldly. “Ah, yes, the Ye family. Masters of shadowy assassinations and underhanded tactics to deal with fellow disciples. How honorable.”

He bent down, removing his bamboo hat and face veil, revealing his identity.

Ye Longquan’s pupils shrank in disbelief. “You… you’re Han Feng? But you’re supposed to be a waste! How can you be this strong?!”

“A waste, huh?” Han Feng sneered. “If I’m a waste, what does that make you? Something even lower than a waste?”

His tone icy, Han Feng crouched down, casually slapping Ye Longquan’s face as if mocking him. “If anyone else tried to rob me, I might’ve just walked away after beating them. But you? You’re from the Ye family. You’re Ye Longyuan’s kin. You’ve got no one to blame but yourself. Blame your cousin, Ye Longyuan, for this.”

“Hah! Why would I tell you anything?!” Ye Longquan spat, blood and defiance mixing in his voice.

Han Feng dodged the spit and smiled coldly. Slowly, he grabbed Ye Longquan’s left hand and pressed it against the ground.

Then he raised his foot—and stomped.

Bones cracked and shattered underfoot as Han Feng methodically crushed Ye Longquan’s wrist and palm.

Ye Longquan’s screams filled the air, raw and guttural. It took several moments before he could catch his breath, trembling and gasping. Through gritted teeth, he choked out, “Han Feng… you dare do this to me? Are you declaring war on the Ye family?”

“Declare war?” Han Feng’s voice was calm, almost amused. “Isn’t that funny?”

His tone turned icy as he continued, “Hasn’t the Ye family already declared war on me? Three times, you’ve sent assassins to kill me. Once, you tried to frame me. Over and over, you’ve tried to destroy me.

The first time was the very night Jiang Surou chose me as her Dao partner. Ye Longyuan sent Boss Ma to kill me. Boss Ma told me himself, right before I killed him.

The sect’s rules are clear—if someone tries to kill you and you kill them in self-defense, you’re not guilty of murder. So I killed him.

The second time was when I went to Spirit Beast Peak to register the little fox. The moment I left the peak, I was attacked by two assassins. At the time, I wondered how the Ye family had found my location so quickly.

Now I know—it was you. You’re the one who registered me. You sold me out to Ye Longyuan and told him where to send the assassins.

Am I wrong? Do you feel innocent?” Han Feng asked, his tone dripping with mockery.

Ye Longquan’s face twitched, but he forced himself to deny it. “I have no idea what you’re talking about! Don’t try to pin your baseless accusations on me!”

Han Feng didn’t know that the outer world could hear everything happening inside the secret realm, but Ye Longquan did. He couldn’t admit anything—doing so would be an open confession of guilt, implicating both himself and Ye Longyuan.

“Then tell me,” Han Feng continued, “how did Ye Longyuan know exactly where I was? You don’t have to admit anything. After all, everyone knows the Ye family is full of schemers, always engaging in shady dealings.

The third time? Two more assassins came to my house to kill me. Fortunately, the Enforcement Hall caught them, though they killed themselves before they could be interrogated.

Three assassination attempts. Five assassins. Your Ye family must think very highly of me to go to such lengths.”

Stepping closer, Han Feng’s voice grew colder. “And now you talk about me declaring war on the Ye family? How laughable.”

Ye Longquan glared at him, his fury boiling over. He had had enough of Han Feng’s humiliation and opened his mouth to shout, “I want to le—”

Before he could finish the word, Han Feng’s fist smashed into his jaw, dislocating it and causing his teeth to sever his tongue.

“Now you want to leave? Don’t you think it’s a little too late for that?” Han Feng said, picking up the severed tongue and pressing it against Ye Longquan’s face.

“Ye Longyuan wants to kill me, so I’ll find a way to kill him first. And you? As his accomplice, you’re part of this blood feud.

You should be grateful this secret realm forbids killing. Otherwise, you’d already be a corpse.”

Terror filled Ye Longquan’s eyes as he whimpered incoherently. He could feel the malice radiating from Han Feng and knew that worse was yet to come.

But Han Feng didn’t seem to care about Ye Longquan’s fear. Instead, he spoke as if they were having a casual conversation.

“I’m just a servant disciple,” Han Feng said. “My greatest wish was to live a peaceful life, planting flowers and tending to herbs.

But that day, Jiang Surou chose me.

Did she do anything wrong? No. The sect rules required her to choose someone.

Did I do anything wrong? No. I didn’t ask for this.

So who’s at fault here? Tell me—who?”

Han Feng’s gaze turned piercing. “The one at fault is Ye Longyuan, isn’t it?

I had never even met him, yet his jealousy drove him to target me repeatedly, trying to end my life.

He’s the Ye family prodigy, standing high above everyone else. And me? I’m just a lowly servant disciple.

Does that mean I deserve to die? Do servants deserve to be trampled on by you so-called elites? Do the sect’s bottom-tier disciples exist just for you to slaughter at will?”