The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 50

The disciples watching the projection outside were absolutely furious after witnessing the scene and hearing Ye Longyuan’s words.

“Isn’t the Ancestor’s Ceremony supposed to be about fair duels? What’s the point of ganging up on one person? And you still want to ‘perform’ in front of the Patriarch?”

“This isn’t a display of skill—it’s bullying! The Patriarch won’t reward something like this!”

“If you can’t win without relying on artifacts, why don’t you crawl into a turtle shell and hide there?”

“Seriously, can’t handle a fight? Then why bother showing up? Stay home and take a nap instead.”

“You said Han Feng wasn’t man enough to fight you one-on-one earlier. Well, now he’s here. Are you going to duel him or not?”

“If Ye Longyuan really beat Han Feng in a fair fight, maybe Senior Sister Jiang would actually look at him differently. But no, he doesn’t even dare to try.”

“What a coward. When he thought Han Feng was weak, he wanted to bully him. Now that Han Feng’s strong, he calls for backup. If you’re not good enough, train harder. If you can’t handle losing, don’t play the game!”

“The Ye family only knows how to use underhanded tactics—assassinations, gang fights, sneak attacks. They’re shameless!”

“This is supposed to be one of our sect’s ‘genius disciples’? A Heavenly Spirit Root owner? What an embarrassment. I’m ashamed to even be in the same sect as him!”

“I’m done with Ye Longyuan. From now on, I don’t know him. We’re not even acquaintances anymore.”

“Ye Longyuan! Shameless!”

One disciple shouted it first, and soon the entire crowd joined in.

“Ye Longyuan! Shameless!”

“Ye Longyuan! Shameless!”

In no time, the chant echoed through the skies, loud and clear.

There were two reasons for this overwhelming outrage. First, Ye Longyuan’s repeated shameless and despicable behavior had enraged everyone. Second, the chant was catchy, easy to say, and incredibly satisfying to yell with full force.

In the air above, the Sect Leader rubbed his temples, thoroughly exasperated by the scene.

He had been Sect Leader for over a hundred years and had presided over more than a hundred Ancestor’s Ceremonies. There had been plenty of chanting before, but it was always cheering for the disciples’ brilliant performances.

Never before had there been a ceremony like this, where one person—or an entire family—became the target of mass condemnation from tens of thousands of voices.

This had never happened before.

“Silence! Silence now! If you don’t stop disrupting the ceremony, I’ll… I’ll shut down the projection and not let any of you watch anymore!”

Even the Sect Leader, facing such an impassioned crowd, dared not issue harsher threats. The law couldn’t punish everyone, and it was impossible to go against the collective will of so many.

—

While the disciples outside cursed Ye Longyuan, inside the secret realm, Han Feng was fighting a bitter battle.

The dozen or so Ye family disciples besieged him, and Ye Longyuan would occasionally attack him from a distance, exploiting gaps in Han Feng’s defense. Before long, Han Feng’s body was riddled with injuries.

Clenching his teeth, Han Feng suppressed his anger, realizing that unless he dealt with these pests first, he wouldn’t have a chance to confront Ye Longyuan directly.

Spotting the closest Ye family disciple, Han Feng charged forward. Grabbing the disciple by the collar with his left hand, he drove his sword through the disciple’s dantian with his right.

Lifting the disciple into the air with his sword, Han Feng roared, “My fight is with Ye Longyuan! Whoever steps forward, I swear I’ll cripple their cultivation and leave them as a waste for the rest of their life!

I’ll take you all down with me if I have to! Let’s see who’s more ruthless!”

The Ye family disciples froze, their faces paling. They hesitated, their fear growing.

It was true that together, they could probably defeat Han Feng. But he was clearly unhinged, striking without hesitation and aiming directly to cripple his opponents. Whoever went first would undoubtedly be the first to lose their cultivation—a fate far worse than death.

At that moment, one of the Ye family disciples stepped forward and said, “Han Feng, give us the person you’re holding, and we’ll back off. We won’t interfere with your fight against Ye Longyuan. He’s still savable right now. But if you cripple him, you’ll force us to fight you to the death. And if that happens, there’s no way you’ll get your revenge on Ye Longyuan.”

“Shut up, Ye Wen! What nonsense are you spouting?!” Ye Longyuan shouted angrily, his face contorting.

“Shut your mouth, you bastard! Haven’t you caused enough harm to the Ye family already?” Ye Wen shot back before turning to Han Feng. “Han Feng, hand him over to me.”

Han Feng hesitated momentarily but eventually withdrew his sword and threw the injured Ye family disciple toward Ye Wen.

Ye Wen caught the disciple and, without missing a beat, tossed him backward. “Exit now!”

Then, in a flash, Ye Wen lunged at Han Feng, his sword aiming directly for Han Feng’s dantian.

Caught off guard, Han Feng’s eyes widened in shock. No matter how fast he was, the sword was already upon him. Dodging entirely was impossible.

He twisted his body as much as he could, narrowly avoiding a direct hit to his dantian. Instead, the sword pierced through the side of his abdomen, just grazing his dantian.

The searing pain of the wound forced a grunt out of Han Feng.

Ye Longyuan’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Good job, Ye Wen! Everyone, attack! Let’s finish him off!”

With that command, Ye Longyuan and the surrounding Ye family disciples charged at Han Feng together.

—

Outside, the disciples watching the projection had been holding their breath, captivated by the fight.

When they saw Han Feng agree to exchange the injured disciple for a promise that the Ye family wouldn’t interfere, they didn’t criticize him. It was the smartest choice. Han Feng’s goal was to settle the score with Ye Longyuan one-on-one, but the interference from the other disciples was making that impossible, increasing the risk of him losing.

Most thought the deal might proceed smoothly. But when Ye Wen betrayed Han Feng and launched a sneak attack, the crowd’s fury reignited.

“That bastard Ye Wen! Using deception to sneak attack Han Feng!”

“What a despicable, shameless scoundrel!”

“So many against one, and they still resort to lies and ambushes? Is the entire Ye family full of these kinds of bastards?”

“I was right all along! The Ye family is nothing but a den of snakes and rats! Not a single one of them is innocent!”

“What kind of vile, shameless family is this? Is deceitfulness in their blood?”

“They’re all the same! You can’t trust a single one of them. If you ever have to work with someone from the Ye family, be prepared to get stabbed in the back!”

“Work with them? I’m cutting all ties with the Ye family! I won’t even touch the pills they refine—I’m afraid they’ll poison me!”

“An intra-sect duel where they outnumber their opponent and still rely on lies and sneak attacks? Why don’t they just die already?!”

Seeing the crowd’s growing outrage, the Sect Leader decided it was best to let them vent.

Let them do whatever they want.

The main issue is that the Ye family is truly disgraceful. In a single Ancestor’s Ceremony, with one shameless act after another, they’ve dragged their entire family’s reputation to rock bottom, turning themselves into street rats that everyone wants to beat.