The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 5

Han Feng stopped in his tracks, turning to the little fox and slowly asked:

“We…?”

“Well, yeah?”

“Why are you following me?”

Han Feng was utterly confused.

“Where would I go?”

The little fox looked equally puzzled.

“Go home, of course.”

“I don’t have a home. I’ve always been hiding and running, afraid that if someone saw me, they’d catch me and make me their spirit pet.”

“And now that I’ve finally met someone who doesn’t want to hurt me and even gives me spirit stones—how could I leave a big, kind fool like you?”

“Did you just slip up and say something you shouldn’t have?”

Han Feng raised a suspicious eyebrow.

“No, you must’ve misheard.”

The little fox looked at him with a completely serious expression.

“Oh, you’re so powerful—you eat spirit stones and absorb spirit energy from corpses. Why are you afraid of humans?”

“Because I don’t have any cultivation.”

“If you don’t have any cultivation, why do you need to eat spirit energy?”

“Because if I don’t, I’ll get hungry! Don’t worry, I’m easy to take care of. One spirit stone every few days, and I’m fine.”

Han Feng thought about it. No cultivation meant no threat, and it was a handy little helper for dealing with corpses. Not too bad. Plus, keeping a pet while tending to the herbs didn’t sound so bad either.

“Alright, fine, you can come with me.”

Back inside the house, Han Feng kicked off his shoes and sprawled out on the bed, ready to sleep.

The little fox jumped to the foot of the bed and asked, “Hey, what’s your name?”

“I’m Han Feng.”

“Why didn’t you kill me, or force me to sign a contract to make me your slave?”

“Too lazy.”

…

He slept soundly that night. The next morning, Han Feng eventually got up, groggily washed his face, and then headed out to the courtyard, ready to lie down on his deck chair and soak up the sun.

This was his daily routine. Aside from tending to the herbs, he spent most of his time lounging in the chair.

A simple, carefree life.

But today, as he approached the deck chair, he saw the little fox lying there, belly up, sunbathing in complete comfort.

Han Feng walked over, picked up the fox, lay down in the chair, and placed the little fox on his chest. Together, they resumed their peaceful sunbathing.

A moment later, the little fox yawned and said, “Han Feng, I’m hungry. Go find me something to eat.”

Han Feng was startled. “Didn’t you say one spirit stone would last you several days? Yesterday, you absorbed so much spirit energy, and I gave you a spirit stone. I even gave you an extra one. How are you hungry again?”

“I’m a bit bored and felt like eating.”

“Then go find some food yourself.”

“I’m too lazy to move.”

The little fox replied matter-of-factly.

The two of them, one large and one small, lay lazily on the deck chair, basking in the comfort.

“Come to think of it, I’m getting a bit hungry too. Little fox, go cook me a meal.”

The little fox raised its head, looking at Han Feng in shock.

“Brother, I’m just a fox, you know.”

“If you can’t even cook, what’s the point of me keeping you?”

Han Feng stood up, grabbed the little fox, and headed to the herb field, planning to pick a few spirit vegetables from the edge to make a meal.

However, as he approached the herb field, he noticed a particular plant standing tall and proud—a Wood Spirit Three-Needle Flower.

Ordinary Three-Needle Flowers only grew about a foot tall, but this one was taller than his house.

Han Feng knew the plant well. The Wood Spirit Three-Needle Flower was a key ingredient in refining Rejuvenation Pills, which helped increase cultivation and quickly restore spiritual energy. It also had healing properties and matured every three months.

But this one… it had been growing for about thirty years, hadn’t it?

Han Feng knew every plant in his herb garden like the back of his hand, and this Three-Needle Flower definitely hadn’t been there yesterday. It must have sprouted overnight.

Suddenly, he recalled the blood essence orb he carelessly tossed away last night.

Could the flower have absorbed it?

Wow, Ma was in his thirties, and the flower had absorbed his life essence, making it thirty years old too?

How miraculous.

Was this the little fox’s innate ability?

“It must taste delicious!” The little fox’s eyes gleamed with hunger as it pounced toward the flower, but Han Feng quickly grabbed it mid-air.

An idea popped into Han Feng’s head—a way to maximize his benefit.

He could give this flower to Jiang Surou, and with the Marriage Blessing, he’d receive a Three-Needle Flower with a three-hundred-year medicinal age in return.

Wouldn’t that be a huge win?

But then he thought about having to face Jiang Surou’s sour expression. He instantly lost his motivation.

Whatever. I’ll stay lying flat for now. If I run into her, I’ll give it to her next time.

Han Feng pulled out the Ice Dagger and, under the little fox’s resentful gaze, cut down the giant Three-Needle Flower and stored it in his storage pouch.

It wouldn’t be good if someone else saw it—they’d definitely get suspicious.

Then, noticing the fox’s disappointed look, he casually cut a regular Three-Needle Flower and tossed it to the fox.

The little fox gnawed on the flower bitterly, as if venting its frustration on Han Feng.

After that, Han Feng returned to the deck chair with the little fox.

The fox, now full and satisfied, curled up on his chest and fell asleep.

One large, one small—they continued sunbathing, lying flat in complete peace.

Just then, someone came rushing toward them from outside.

“Han Feng! Han Feng! Stop sleeping, I’ve got some big news for you!”

Wang Mian ran over to Han Feng, his face full of excitement.

“Guess what I found out this morning?”

“Have you discovered the joys of dual cultivation? Realized how soft her body is and how fragrant Zhang Xiu smells?”

Han Feng looked at his good friend with disdain.

“Hey! You… You lonely old bachelor, are you jealous of your old man for finding a Dao partner?”

“Then what are you doing here? Zhang Xiu’s an outer disciple; she’s got her own place. Why aren’t you moving in with her already? Once you break through to the fifth layer of the Qi Refining Stage, you can also become an outer disciple.”

“I’m heading there now to move! No, wait, that’s not the point.”

Wang Mian’s excitement returned as he continued, “I heard something crazy! At yesterday’s matchmaking event, it came down to the final three—Jiang Surou, Ye Longyuan, and a servant disciple.

Everyone thought Jiang Surou would pick Ye Longyuan, but guess what? She picked the servant disciple instead!

Hahaha! I nearly died laughing!”

Han Feng stared at him with a blank expression.

“You have no idea! That guy must be an idiot! Jiang Surou didn’t like Ye Longyuan, so she picked him as a shield. But now Ye Longyuan has sworn to make that servant disciple suffer.

And with Jiang Surou’s personality, she’s definitely not going to dual cultivate with a mere servant disciple. This poor fool didn’t even get a Dao partner and still ended up offending the Ye family. He’s as good as dead. Hahaha!”

Han Feng continued to stare at Wang Mian, expressionless.

“Why aren’t you laughing? Do you never laugh or something?”

Seeing Han Feng’s blank stare, Wang Mian finally noticed something was off.

His grin slowly faded, replaced by shock.

“Wait… the servant disciple… don’t tell me… it’s you?”