The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 57

On the outside, the disciples were all speculating about why Han Feng’s blessing had lasted so long.

Theories ranged widely. Some said it was because Han Feng single-handedly fought off so many opponents without faltering, earning the favor of the Immortal Dao Patriarch.

Others believed his bond with Wang Mian had deeply moved the Patriarch.

There were also those who joked that it was because he shared the same surname, Han, as the Patriarch, so he received special treatment.

The last theory was met with widespread ridicule. After all, “Han” wasn’t a rare surname; countless people bore it, including many within the Yin-Yang Sect. If such preferential treatment existed, why hadn’t it happened to any of the other Hans before?

Unbeknownst to them, this seemingly absurd guess was actually the closest to the truth.

Regardless of the speculation, everyone was convinced that Han Feng had received an extraordinary opportunity.

They eagerly awaited the end of his blessing, hoping he would share what he had gained.

Finally, after another hour, the excruciating pain in Han Feng’s body began to fade, replaced by an overwhelming sense of relief.

It wasn’t particularly euphoric—just a return to normalcy—but after enduring four hours of torment, even “normal” felt like a heavenly blessing.

He noticed that his body felt far lighter than before. His connection to the wind element in the world around him had deepened dramatically. He could even sense the faintest gusts of air caused by nearby conversations and breaths.

Moreover, he found that he could now manipulate the power of the wind to some extent.

So this is the innate Wind Physique?

Not bad at all.

As Han Feng woke from his trance, the light surrounding him dissipated, and his body began to fall freely toward the ground.

Just as he was about to hit the earth, he landed softly and steadily on his feet.

“Han Feng, you’re finally done. We were all so worried about you.”

Jiang Surou frowned slightly as she spoke.

A nearby Jiang family disciple immediately interjected, “Hey, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. ‘We’ weren’t worried. Only you were.”

“HAHAHAHA…”

The crowd erupted into laughter, and Jiang Surou blushed once again.

Supported by someone, Wang Mian hobbled over to Han Feng and said, “Hey, Han Feng, what did you get? Let me tell you, I—”

“Shut up. Talk about it after we leave.”

Han Feng interrupted him decisively.

Wang Mian immediately understood and nodded in agreement.

With so many people around, Han Feng had no intention of revealing too much.

“By the way, where’s Zhang Xiu?” Han Feng suddenly asked.

After entering the secret realm, Wang Mian had likely been with Zhang Xiu. Now that he only saw Wang Mian, he realized Zhang Xiu was missing.

Wang Mian frowned and shook his head. “I don’t know. I was with her earlier, looking for Spirit Crystals. Then Ye Longyuan and his men showed up and captured me.

I don’t have a communication jade slip with her, so she’s probably still out there looking for me.”

As if summoned by his words, a figure flying on a sword appeared in the distance, shouting Wang Mian’s name.

Everyone turned to look and saw Zhang Xiu approaching, her face full of worry. She flew slowly, her Qi Refining fifth-layer cultivation limiting her speed.

“I’m here!” Wang Mian waved at her.

Zhang Xiu finally landed. Seeing Wang Mian’s battered state, her eyes immediately welled up with tears. She cried, “What happened to you? How did you end up like this? Was it those Ye family bastards? Your dantian… it’s ruined! Let’s leave and get you treated immediately.”

Wang Mian smiled bitterly and replied, “There’s… not much hope for recovery. Sorry, Zhang Xiu, I can’t keep my promise to cultivate with you and grow old together.”

“Don’t say that. A husband and wife share a bond for a hundred days—even if we’ve only been together for less than a month, we’re still Dao partners recognized by the sect.

Even if you’re… ruined, you still have me. I can take care of you. We’ll be fine. I’ll protect you, and I’ll support you.”

“Zhang Xiu…”

Wang Mian was deeply moved.
Those around them couldn’t help but feel envious. Husbands and wives, as the saying goes, are like birds of the same forest, fleeing separately in times of trouble. But here, true feelings emerged in adversity. The two were only eighteen and hadn’t known each other long, yet their bond was so deep. Even after Wang Mian had lost his path to cultivation, Zhang Xiu remained steadfast. Their dedication to one another inspired the envy of everyone around.

“Wang Mian, I couldn’t protect you. After you were taken, I searched everywhere for you. In the southern mountains, I met a Senior Sister who said Ye Longyuan was fighting Han Feng near the Patriarch’s statue. So I rushed over immediately.

But I was too slow. It took me hours to get here, and I was still late.”

Seeing Zhang Xiu cry, Wang Mian reached out to wipe her tears and said with a smile, “It’s okay. Han Feng already avenged me. He destroyed several of the Ye family disciples.

Let’s not talk about it anymore. Go make your wish. Afterward, let’s leave. No matter how great this place is, it’s not better than home.”

“Alright, wait here for me.”

Zhang Xiu nodded, pulling out two Spirit Crystals she had found. She knelt and placed them as offerings.

A beam of light descended, entering her forehead. Three seconds later, it faded.

“So fast?” Han Feng was surprised.

Wang Mian rolled his eyes. “Brother, you’re the only one in history who’s ever had a blessing that lasted four hours, okay?”

“Alright, let’s go.”

Han Feng carried Wang Mian on his back.

The Jiang family disciples, Han Feng, Wang Mian, and Zhang Xiu all shouted “Exit!” together. A teleportation circle enveloped them, transporting everyone out.

Their surroundings blurred, and when their vision cleared, they found themselves back outside, facing tens of thousands of disciples and elders who had been watching. Above them, the Sect Leader and the Peak Masters gazed down.

“Han Feng! Han Feng! Han Feng…”

The crowd erupted, chanting Han Feng’s name in unison.

First, because Han Feng’s performance had been extraordinary, both in battle and during his blessing. Second, because Han Feng was an ordinary disciple without any backing, making him a symbol of hope for all the other ordinary disciples.

At this moment, Han Feng had become the standard-bearer for resisting oppression by the great families.

Stunned, Han Feng wondered why everyone was shouting his name.

The Sect Leader stepped forward, silencing the crowd with a gesture. Smiling kindly at Han Feng, he said, “Han Feng, don’t be surprised. Because of what you accomplished in the secret realm and the words you spoke, you’ve earned the admiration of your peers. You’re now a household name in our sect.”

“What? They could hear what I said inside?” Han Feng exclaimed in shock.

He had always assumed the outside world couldn’t hear what was said within the secret realm.

“That’s right. Didn’t you know?” The Sect Leader seemed just as surprised.

“I didn’t! You never mentioned it!” Han Feng replied.

The disciples below burst out laughing.

Han Feng quickly tried to recall everything he had said inside the secret realm. Fortunately, there hadn’t been any particularly embarrassing or cringeworthy remarks. Otherwise, he would’ve been too humiliated to face anyone.

How embarrassing…