The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 54

To those watching outside, it seemed obvious that the pill Han Feng took came from his own storage pouch. No one would suspect it to be one of Ye Longyuan’s pills.

After consuming the pill, a surge of powerful medicinal energy coursed through Han Feng’s body, healing his wounds and replenishing his spiritual energy.

The high-grade pill, refined by a master alchemist, lived up to its reputation. The effect was extraordinary.

Han Feng’s injuries visibly healed at a speed noticeable to the naked eye.

Feeling his spirit energy replenishing and his body mending, Han Feng was reinvigorated. His attacks on Ye Longyuan became even more ferocious, completely overwhelming him.

Ye Longyuan grew weaker with each exchange, while Han Feng only grew stronger.

Finally, Ye Longyuan couldn’t hold on any longer. Using all his strength, he swung his sword at Han Feng, forcing him to retreat.

Taking advantage of the brief respite, Ye Longyuan pulled out another pill from his storage pouch, gritting his teeth as he snarled,
“Han Feng! You think you’ve won just because I ran out of Revitalizing Pills? Look at this! This is a Bloodthirst Pill, capable of increasing combat strength drastically in a short amount of time.

This is a high-grade Bloodthirst Pill, refined from herbs aged hundreds of years.

This is my trump card. This time, either you die, or I do!”

With that, Ye Longyuan swallowed the Bloodthirst Pill in one gulp.

In the distance, Jiang Surou’s expression changed drastically. She was well aware of the potency of the Bloodthirst Pill. While Han Feng had a slight edge now, once Ye Longyuan consumed the pill, his combat strength and speed would skyrocket for a brief period. In his current state, Han Feng would surely lose the advantage and be defeated.

She herself had used the White Lingluo Flower Han Feng gave her to refine some Bloodthirst Pills, but she hadn’t given any to him because she never anticipated he’d need to fight.

Without a second thought, Jiang Surou took out one of her Bloodthirst Pills and tossed it toward Han Feng, shouting,
“Han Feng! Catch!”

But before the pill could reach Han Feng, a sword beam sliced it apart.

The one who intervened was Ye Wulong.

“Junior Sister Jiang, I already told you—it’s best not to interfere.”

“But Ye Longyuan has pills, and Han Feng doesn’t!” Jiang Surou said angrily.

“That’s not my concern. I won’t assist Ye Longyuan either. Let’s keep this fair,” Ye Wulong replied calmly.

“Despicable… The entire Ye family is full of shameless scoundrels!” Jiang Surou gritted her teeth and cursed.

Meanwhile, Ye Longyuan laughed maniacally, believing victory was within his grasp.

But as he laughed, his expression suddenly froze.

“What? It’s not working again! These swindlers! These alchemists sold me fake pills! They deserve to die!”

Ye Longyuan’s face turned ashen.

Twice now, he had swallowed pills, thinking they would turn the tide in his favor. Twice, he had been humiliated.

Han Feng’s expression turned strange.

Could it really be…?

Was the Bloodthirst Pill Ye Longyuan just consumed one of the ten refined by Bai Nuo?

If so, then Han Feng still had eight of those pills left!

Was it possible that a careless act from before had once again backfired on Ye Longyuan?

Han Feng chuckled inwardly. Perhaps he should cut back on such careless dealings. After all, play with fire long enough, and you’re bound to get burned. Eventually, someone might catch him in the act.

But when he thought about how it had inconvenienced Ye Longyuan, he felt no guilt whatsoever.

Not a shred of remorse.

Instead, he felt grateful to his foresight from last month.

With a cold laugh, Han Feng pulled out a pill bottle from his storage pouch. Popping it open, he tipped a Bloodthirst Pill into his mouth. From the outside, no one could tell what kind of pill it was.

After putting the bottle away, Han Feng bellowed,
“Ye Longyuan! Don’t underestimate me! You think you’re the only one with pills? I’ve got them too! Sure, mine aren’t as good as yours, but at least I worked hard and saved up to buy them. That’s better than you, a useless, spoiled brat who takes everything from his family.

Unlike you, I admit when I rely on pills. But you? You take the pills, pretend they don’t work, and then blame the alchemists. You’re nothing but a hypocrite. Is this what all Ye family members are like? Shameless scoundrels!”

After deliberately confusing the situation, Han Feng immediately charged forward and launched a fierce attack on Ye Longyuan.

Ye Longyuan, shocked and horrified, hurriedly raised his sword to defend himself.

But with his spiritual energy depleted and his injuries severe, he was no match for Han Feng, who had fully recovered and was empowered by a Bloodthirst Pill.

From the start, Han Feng already had the upper hand in their fight.

With one powerful slash, Han Feng sent Ye Longyuan crashing to the ground.

Ye Longyuan hit the earth with a heavy thud, his bones fractured and his body seemingly on the verge of collapse.

Han Feng dove down, releasing three feather-shaped wind blades that struck Ye Longyuan’s arms, further worsening his injuries. He then followed up with a heavy sword strike.

Ye Longyuan struggled to rise, his sword raised defensively. But Han Feng’s sword, filled with immense power, struck Ye Longyuan’s blade with such force that it shattered, sending the broken weapon flying from his hands.

The strike left a horrifying gash across Ye Longyuan’s chest, deep enough to expose bone.

He was sent flying backward, crashing into the ground and leaving behind a massive crater. Blood poured from his mouth as he lay there, too injured to even stand.

Seeing this, Han Feng wasted no time. He flew over, pointing his sword downward, aiming directly at Ye Longyuan’s dantian.

This was the final blow. Han Feng intended to cripple Ye Longyuan for good.

Han Feng wasn’t one to show mercy, nor would he make the mistake of letting his enemy go due to hesitation.

However, Ye Longyuan was still conscious. He knew he was no match for Han Feng and that Han Feng wouldn’t spare him. If he stayed, he would be crippled and tortured endlessly.

As the saying goes, “A gentleman takes revenge, even if it takes ten years.”

In an instant, Ye Longyuan shouted,
“Exit!”

A beam of light descended from the sky, enveloping Ye Longyuan and lifting him upward.

Han Feng’s expression darkened as he realized what was happening. But it was too late. His sword strike only managed to sever Ye Longyuan’s left foot.

Ye Longyuan escaped, leaving behind a severed foot.

“AHHH!!!” Han Feng roared in frustration, his voice echoing across the battlefield. He slammed his sword into the ground, shattering the severed foot into pulp and carving a deep trench into the earth.

He couldn’t accept it. Such a perfect opportunity, and it was gone.

He had crippled many Ye family disciples, but none of them were as important as Ye Longyuan.

In the distance, Ye Wulong, seeing Ye Longyuan escape, immediately commanded,
“All Ye family members, exit!”

“Exit!” the Ye family disciples shouted in unison before disappearing in beams of light.

Over the past three hours, both the Ye and Jiang families had finished making their offerings.

Jiang Surou flew to Han Feng’s side, supporting his battered body. Seeing his injuries and the regret in his eyes, she said gently,
“It’s alright. Even if you crippled him, you wouldn’t have been able to kill him. We’ll wait for the right opportunity in the future to finish him off ourselves.”

Han Feng nodded, understanding her reasoning.

“How badly are you hurt?” she asked.

“He’s seriously injured,” the little fox interjected, jumping out with a concerned and serious expression. “Only a kiss from his Dao partner can heal him.”