The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 48

The disciples at the Patriarch’s statue were outraged, furious that they had encountered Han Feng here.

Hundreds of them were ready to swarm him.

Seeing the crowd surrounding him, Han Feng hoisted Ye Longquan into the air and shouted, “If you’re not afraid to die, come at me. Let’s see who wants to end up like this!”

These domineering words sent shockwaves through the crowd.

The disciples turned their eyes to Ye Longquan. His tongue was gone, his body was covered in injuries, his dantian was bleeding profusely, his hands were reduced to shattered bones, and he was missing a leg. The sight was horrifying.

Sure, there were enough of them to overwhelm Han Feng. After all, even the mightiest fighter couldn’t fend off so many at once.

But Han Feng’s strength was undeniable. Even if they could defeat him, anyone who rushed in first would undoubtedly suffer brutal retaliation.

Was it worth risking their lives over a couple of Spirit Crystals? It wasn’t as if they had deep grudges against him. Everyone here had either been robbed of a Spirit Crystal or had stolen one from someone else at some point.

The disciples hesitated, then began retreating.

Jiang Surou stood frozen, staring at Han Feng. Despite the brutality of his actions, she didn’t find him repulsive. Instead, she felt a strange admiration for his strength. The way he had silenced hundreds of disciples with a single sentence—it was domineering and awe-inspiring.

Women admired strength, and Jiang Surou was no exception.

Seeing someone her age displaying such arrogance and power, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of respect.

The crowd dispersed, but the Ye family was enraged.

The moment they saw the person in Han Feng’s grasp, they recognized him—it was Ye Longquan.

Ye Longyuan, seeing his cousin, someone he had grown up with, reduced to such a pitiful state, was filled with rage. Pointing at Han Feng, he roared, “Who are you? Do you even know who you’re holding? That’s a member of the Ye family! How dare you offend the Ye family? Do you have a death wish? In this sect, you’ll have no way to survive!”

“Those same words were said by the man in my hand,” Han Feng replied coldly. “And yet, look at him now.”

“Who exactly are you?” Ye Longyuan narrowed his eyes, a sense of familiarity creeping over him.

Han Feng chuckled. “Haven’t you been looking for me all this time? Haven’t you been desperate for a duel? What’s the matter? Now that I’m standing in front of you, you don’t recognize me?”

As he spoke, Han Feng removed his bamboo hat and face veil, revealing his face.

“Han Feng?”

“Han Feng?!”

Ye Longyuan and Jiang Surou spoke simultaneously, their voices filled with disbelief. The surrounding disciples, including members of both the Jiang and Ye families, were equally stunned.

What was happening?

The powerful bandit who had robbed hundreds of disciples, the same person who had effortlessly kicked Ye Longyuan and silenced an entire crowd with a single sentence…

…turned out to be the ‘useless’ servant disciple, Han Feng?

Had the world turned upside down? Had the sky flipped over?

The hundreds of onlookers, including members of the Jiang and Ye families, felt like their understanding of reality had shattered. Who could have imagined that such a powerful figure would be the same Han Feng everyone had looked down on?

Jiang Surou furrowed her brows as she looked at Han Feng. Her usually cold and graceful face was now filled with disbelief. “Han Feng? It’s really you? What’s going on? How are you this strong?”

“Senior Sister, I’ll explain everything once we’re out of here. For now, please take a look at Wang Mian. Do you have any healing pills on you?” Han Feng asked.

“I do,” Jiang Surou replied, kneeling beside Wang Mian to assess his injuries. When she saw the state of his dantian, her face darkened. “This is bad. His dantian is completely destroyed.”

Han Feng felt like he’d been struck by lightning. Staring at Wang Mian’s pained, helpless face, he asked, “Completely destroyed… what does that mean?”

“It means his dantian isn’t just injured—it’s gone. His cultivation is beyond recovery. There’s almost no chance of fixing this.

He… he won’t be able to cultivate ever again in his lifetime.”

Jiang Surou took out a pill and fed it to Wang Mian. Saddened, she added, “I can only use this pill to stabilize his condition. He’ll still be able to move freely in the future, but… he’ll be nothing more than a cripple who can’t cultivate.”

“A cripple who can’t cultivate…” Han Feng repeated, his voice trembling as tears filled his eyes.

Memories of his time with Wang Mian flooded his mind. The moments they’d shared, the dreams they’d talked about.

“Han Feng, someday I’ll become a peerless expert, a sect elder! I’m going to cultivate hard and live forever!”

“Han Feng, you can’t cultivate, but that’s okay—I can. Once I reach Foundation Establishment, I’ll protect you. No one will dare bully us anymore. Let’s beat up Boss Ma first—you can throw the first punch!”

“Han Feng, we’re almost eighteen. No one chose me at the matchmaking event, but I’ll try harder next time. I need to cultivate diligently—I can’t stay weak forever. Otherwise, my future Dao partner will definitely look down on me during dual cultivation.”

“Han Feng, you go till the field. I’m going to cultivate. If I don’t get stronger, how can I protect you?”

“Han Feng, I had a dream last night. I dreamed I became an immortal.”

Han Feng knew how hard Wang Mian worked to cultivate. Unlike himself, who had spent years lying flat, Wang Mian had poured his heart and soul into becoming stronger.

He knew how much Wang Mian wanted to rise above, to stop being bullied, to stop seeing Han Feng being bullied.

But now… it was all gone. Everything was gone. His dantian was completely destroyed.

Even with Jiang Surou’s knowledge, there was no way to fix it.

Wang Mian’s path to immortality had been severed.

For the rest of his life, Wang Mian would have to live as an ordinary mortal.

Tears streamed down Han Feng’s face, falling onto Wang Mian’s cheeks. He untied the rope binding Wang Mian’s tongue, which Ye Longyuan had used to prevent him from calling for an exit.

Wang Mian looked at Han Feng and, with great difficulty, whispered, “Han Feng… don’t cry… run… just run…”

Han Feng clasped his hand tightly. “Wang Mian, I’ll take care of you for the rest of your life. But first, I’m going to avenge you!”

Han Feng gently picked up Wang Mian and handed him to a Jiang family disciple. “Brother, please take care of him.”

The disciple nodded and retreated with Wang Mian.

Han Feng turned back, his gaze falling on Ye Longquan at his feet.

Tears still streaked his face, but his eyes burned with a bloodthirsty hatred.

“Ye Longyuan,” Han Feng said, his voice trembling with rage. “I captured Ye Longquan because he helped you try to kill me.

But Wang Mian… Wang Mian had no quarrel with you. Why would you do this to him?”

“Why?” Ye Longyuan sneered. “Why don’t you ask yourself? If it weren’t for you, would he be in this state?”

Ye Longyuan laughed coldly. “Kid, I’ll give you one last chance. Release my cousin, and I might leave you with an intact corpse—”

“Stop! What are you doing?!” Ye Longyuan’s face twisted in horror mid-sentence.

Han Feng had picked up the Windborne Spirit Sword and thrust it into Ye Longquan’s dantian. With a sharp twist, he shattered it completely. Then, with a forceful flick, he carved out a fist-sized chunk of Ye Longquan’s dantian and threw it to the ground.

The swift, ruthless act stunned everyone present.

Han Feng had just torn out the dantian of a living person.

It was terrifyingly brutal!