The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 55

“Eh?”

Jiang Surou froze, her expression momentarily blank and somewhat adorable. Then, her face flushed bright red as she smacked the little fox on the head.

“You little troublemaker, what nonsense are you spouting?”

Her cheeks were rosy with embarrassment. This little fox actually suggested that she kiss Han Feng?

In front of so many people, how could she possibly do such a thing?

Wait, that wasn’t the main problem. The main problem was, how could she even think of kissing Han Feng? He wasn’t even her…

Wait a second, wasn’t he technically her Dao partner?

No, no, that wasn’t the point either. Since when had she started accepting that? Why was she so concerned about Han Feng? When did she start caring about him?

It must be because she felt responsible for dragging him into this mess. That’s why she cared about his safety. It wasn’t because she genuinely cared for him.

Yes, that must be it.

Convincing herself with this reasoning, Jiang Surou adjusted her mindset, trying to calm her reddened face.

Meanwhile, Han Feng had also regained his composure, pulling himself out of his earlier frustration and disappointment.

It didn’t matter if he couldn’t destroy Ye Longyuan. If he had truly succeeded, Ye Longyuan would never dare step out of the sect again, making it even harder to eliminate him.

But with his cultivation intact, Ye Longyuan would inevitably leave the sect one day, giving Han Feng the opportunity to strike from the shadows.

This was a grudge that could never be resolved.

If Han Feng and Ye Longyuan were previously just romantic rivals, their relationship had now escalated to mortal enmity. After Ye Longyuan orchestrated assassination attempts, destroyed Wang Mian’s cultivation, and after Han Feng retaliated by ruining Ye Longquan and other Ye family disciples, the hatred between them was set in stone.

From now on, Han Feng’s battle was no longer against Ye Longyuan alone—it was against the entire Ye family.

Having caused so many losses to the Ye family, Han Feng’s mere existence had become an unbearable humiliation for them. The Ye family would stop at nothing to kill him.

But Han Feng felt no regret. On the contrary, he felt it wasn’t enough.

“Thank you for your concern, Senior Sister. I’m fine. How about you? Are your injuries serious?” Han Feng asked, looking at Jiang Surou with genuine concern.

“I’m fine—just a minor internal injury. I’ll recover quickly with a pill. But you… your wounds are far too severe. Take this pill first.”

Jiang Surou handed him a Revitalizing Pill.

Han Feng accepted it and swallowed it immediately. It wasn’t the time to admit he had already taken one from Ye Longyuan.

“Thank you, Senior Sister Jiang, and thank you to the Jiang family brothers as well. I’ve caused you all so much trouble.”

A Jiang family disciple laughed and said, “Come on, we’re family. Why talk so formally?”

Han Feng’s display of combat prowess and decisiveness had thoroughly won over the Jiang family disciples. A prodigy like him, destined for greatness, was someone they would gladly align with.

Han Feng was no longer the rejected “waste” he once was.

“How is Wang Mian?” Han Feng asked.

“He’s stabilized somewhat, but… his dantian is beyond saving.”

“I’ll go see him.”

Han Feng stepped onto his flying sword and swiftly flew to Wang Mian’s side.

At that moment, Wang Mian was half-sitting, leaning against the Patriarch’s statue.

“Wang Mian.”

Han Feng knelt beside him, his eyes full of sorrow.

Wang Mian grinned and said, “Not bad, Han Feng. I saw that fight. You’re no waste—you’re incredible.

When I get out of here, I’ll be able to brag that I have a prodigy of a brother!”

“Wang Mian… I’m sorry. This is all my fault. It’s all because of me!”

“Don’t say that. It wasn’t you—it was Ye Longyuan. Blame him, not yourself.

Besides, you’ve already destroyed several Ye family members. We’ve not only broken even, we’re ahead. Those Ye family disciples won’t blame Ye Longyuan for their losses, and I won’t blame you for mine.

But let’s get one thing straight—I’m useless now. I can’t cultivate anymore. From now on, I’ll be counting on you to protect me.

Han Feng, you need to live. Even if it’s just for me.”

Han Feng nodded solemnly. Supporting Wang Mian by the arm, he helped him stand.

“Brother, you haven’t made your wish yet, have you? Come on, let’s kneel before the Patriarch and make our wishes. Let’s ask the Patriarch to heal your injuries!”

Supporting Wang Mian, Han Feng knelt before the Patriarch’s statue with a heavy thud. He then took out two Immortal Spirit Crystals from his storage pouch.

“These are the last two I have. One was given to me by Senior Sister Jiang, and the other I snatched from the little fox. We’ll each use one.”

“One is enough. That little fox is too greedy, haha,” Wang Mian laughed heartily.

The two placed their Spirit Crystals on the ground and made their wishes with utmost sincerity.

Together, they spoke.

“Patriarch above, your descendants below humbly ask for your help. Please show your power and heal my brother Wang Mian’s injuries. The path of cultivation means everything to him.”

“Patriarch’s statue, your descendant humbly asks for your blessing. Please let Han Feng live a safe and peaceful life.”

Their simultaneous prayers resonated with the disciples around them, as well as those watching from outside the secret realm.

Everyone was moved.

The Ancestor’s Ceremony was a once-in-a-lifetime event. It was a coming-of-age ceremony, a formal step onto the path of cultivation, and the key to obtaining one’s first great opportunity.

It was the most unforgettable moment in a person’s life—a chance to gain something without regard for background, family status, aptitude, or resources.

Yet these two individuals, without any prior agreement, had chosen to use their one and only opportunity to pray for each other.

Such brotherhood, such sincerity, moved everyone deeply. This was what true friendship looked like.

At that moment, Han Feng and Wang Mian’s bond touched countless hearts.

The Patriarch’s statue, identical to the one outside the secret realm, glowed faintly. In its hand were eight orbs, which lit up and cast beams of light onto Han Feng and Wang Mian.

This sight was familiar to many. Most people had experienced it and had seen it happen countless times.

The light shining on Wang Mian entered his forehead and faded after three seconds, much like what others had experienced.

“Granting you the Ancient Innate External Body Refining Technique—Indestructible Vajra Art. No need for a dantian. Temper your body, absorb spiritual energy into your meridians and flesh, converting it into innate internal force. Strengthen muscles and bones, develop your body to its limits. Achieve an indestructible, imperishable body.”

Wang Mian opened his eyes. Though his injuries remained, his gaze was filled with shock and a faint hint of joy.

He recalled a legend: before the Immortal Dao Patriarch created the path of cultivation, this universe had been a martial world. At its peak, martial practitioners could sanctify their bodies.

Could this ancient body refinement technique be a deliberate choice by the Patriarch, passing on a technique from that era?

He turned to share his joy with Han Feng, only to see that the beam of light illuminating Han Feng hadn’t faded.

Instead, Han Feng, eyes closed and seemingly unaware, began to float as the light enveloped him, his body relaxing and rising steadily.

This scene left everyone stunned. For the first time, they realized that the Patriarch’s light could actually lift a person into the air.