The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 51

Jiang Surou’s father, standing to the side, clenched his teeth in frustration.

“I never imagined that after working with the Ye family for so many years, they’d turn out to be such a den of snakes and rats.

Han Feng is doomed now. He’s being swarmed. How is he supposed to hold his ground against so many people? He should just exit while he still can.”

Jiang Huayang shook his head.

“Father, honestly, if your closest friend had been harmed by an enemy like that, would you be able to exit without avenging them first? Han Feng is consumed by rage right now. He won’t back down. At least not until he’s defeated Ye Longyuan.”

“A good kid, no doubt. It kills me that we didn’t realize his talent sooner. We couldn’t provide him with resources or treasures to help him succeed.

Look at his opponent—protective artifacts, healing pills, attack treasures, and so many allies.

But what does Han Feng have? Nothing.

Even Surou doesn’t have much on her, so how could he possibly have more? If he had those resources, he wouldn’t have to face such an unfair battle.”

Hearing his father’s words, Jiang Huayang sighed as well.

“I blame myself. I knew for a while that he was extraordinarily gifted. But I didn’t say anything.”

“When we return, you can kneel in the ancestral hall for three days to atone.”

“Me?!”

….

Han Feng was in severe pain, surrounded by more than a dozen swords aiming straight for him. Sword beams roared toward him from all sides.

Without hesitation, Han Feng pulled the sword out of his abdomen and retreated as quickly as possible. He dodged with all the speed he could muster, but the sword beams were faster, closing in on him.

Suddenly, the little fox leapt out from behind him, placing herself between Han Feng and the incoming attacks. The dozen sword beams struck her small body, and she let out a pained cry, spitting blood before being flung back into Han Feng’s arms by the impact.

As he flew away to create some distance, Han Feng looked down at the injured little fox in his arms. Seeing her weak and bloodied state, his heart filled with pain.

“You silly little thing, you don’t even have any cultivation! Why would you shield me like that? You could’ve died!” Han Feng’s voice was a mix of anger and heartbreak.

The little fox, barely hanging on, looked up at Han Feng and spoke weakly.

“It’s okay. You’re my best friend. You’re the only human I’ve ever met who didn’t harbor any malice toward me. For you, I’m willing to take the hit.

Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. Just feed me fifty spirit stones when we get back, and I’ll recover.”

“You have my word. I’ll give you all the spirit stones you want!” Han Feng said, full of remorse.

“Deal! Don’t break your promise!” The little fox suddenly perked up, jumping onto Han Feng’s shoulder as if nothing had happened.

Han Feng looked at her, stunned. She didn’t seem injured at all.

What a little actress…

—

Outside the secret realm, the disciples watching the projection burst into laughter, their tension momentarily broken. They couldn’t help but remark on how mischievous, clever, and outright adorable Han Feng’s little fox was.

—

Standing on Han Feng’s shoulder, the little fox quickly said, “Listen to me. You need to use your advantages. They outnumber you, so fighting them head-on is the dumbest thing you can do.

You’re faster than anyone else, and no one can catch you. Their cultivation levels vary, so their speeds do too. All you need to do is create enough distance. Eventually, they’ll spread out.

Ignore Ye Longyuan, the fastest one. Focus on isolating the stragglers. Take them down one by one. Once you’ve taken out a few, the rest will be too scared to keep chasing you.”

“Not bad, little fox. You’re smarter than you look.”

Following her advice, Han Feng began leading the Ye family disciples in circles throughout the area.

Just as the little fox had predicted, the varying speeds of the disciples caused them to gradually spread out, with several falling far behind.

Ye Longyuan, still the closest, continued hurling insults at Han Feng, who ignored him entirely. Instead, Han Feng observed the battlefield carefully.

Suddenly, he accelerated sharply, targeting one of the more isolated disciples.

Han Feng’s speed was terrifying. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the disciple, who immediately shouted in alarm.

“Han Feng is here! Get over here and help me!”

But the disciple quickly realized two things.

First, the nearest allies were hundreds of meters away.

Second, he was only at the sixth layer of Qi Refining.

With the force of a thunderclap, Han Feng slammed into the disciple, sending him coughing up blood. He didn’t let the disciple be flung away, though—he grabbed him.

Gripping the disciple by the neck with his left hand and his sword in the right, Han Feng stabbed the sword into the disciple’s dantian and twisted it violently, shredding it.

Another one down.

The disciple, terrified, immediately shouted, “I EXIT!”

A teleportation array appeared in the sky, rushing down toward him.

Han Feng, not wanting to be taken along, released the disciple and quickly retreated.

The teleportation array whisked the disciple away. Outside, Ye family members rushed to catch him and begin treating his injuries.

Inside the secret realm, Han Feng scanned the battlefield. He saw the other disciples converging on his position, but he had a brief window before they arrived. Enough time to take down another.

He flew toward a disciple on the right. Both were flying toward each other, their speeds incredible. In a flash, they collided.

Han Feng grabbed the disciple and attempted to stab his dantian.

However, a glowing barrier appeared, blocking his sword.

“Didn’t expect that, did you? I have a protective artifact!” The disciple sneered, raising his sword to strike Han Feng.

Han Feng’s anger surged. He deflected the disciple’s sword with a powerful swing, then struck him three times in quick succession, shattering the protective barrier. Not giving the disciple a chance to retrieve another artifact, Han Feng stabbed at his dantian again.

The disciple, panicked, shouted, “I EXIT!”

The teleportation array descended once more, but Han Feng was faster. His sword pierced the disciple’s dantian, and before the array could take him away, Han Feng twisted the blade and injected a burst of spiritual energy, completely destroying the dantian.

The array whisked the disciple away amid his screams.

The remaining Ye family disciples were horrified. They had known Han Feng was ruthless, but they hadn’t expected him to deal with them so brutally.

Han Feng turned to face them, a cold smile on his lips.

“Still chasing me? I’ve warned you before—if you don’t want to end up as cripples, stay the hell away. But you ignored me, so don’t blame me for being ruthless.

Keep chasing me, and I’ll cripple every last one of you. Your lives as cultivators will be over!”