The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 63

As for the usual process of verifying cultivation and aptitude before registration, it was completely skipped this time. With Han Feng’s demonstrated combat prowess in the secret realm, such formalities were unnecessary.

The two robes he received were standard issue for outer disciples, though not many actually wore them. The sect didn’t mandate the use of disciple robes.

While Wang Mian had recovered enough to walk with difficulty, Han Feng chose to carry him on his back to save time. Together, the group flew on their swords up the mountain.

Their destination was the main hall of Luoxia Peak, where Si Yu, the Peak Master, resided in a large courtyard behind the hall. Familiar with the route, Jiang Surou led them directly there.

“Disciple Jiang Surou, bringing disciples Han Feng, Wang Mian, and Zhang Xiu, requests an audience with Master!”

Standing in the courtyard, Jiang Surou clasped her hands and called out loudly.

“Come in,” came the response.

A maid opened the door, and the four entered.

Han Feng took in the sight of the elegant and beautifully decorated sitting room. Si Yu was seated in a chair, her legs crossed. The slit in her dress revealed one smooth, slender, and perfectly sculpted leg—flawless and toned without an ounce of excess fat. It was exposed in full view of the group.

Both Han Feng and Wang Mian found their gazes fixated, utterly entranced.

“Don’t need your eyes anymore?” Si Yu’s calm voice floated over without so much as a glance in their direction.

The group quickly lowered their heads to pay their respects.

Only the little fox seemed utterly fearless. With a look of admiration, she quipped brightly, “Sister, your legs are so beautiful! I want to touch them… and maybe lick them too!”

Si Yu cast the little fox a peculiar look. If a man had dared to say such a thing to her, he wouldn’t even know how he died. But when it came from this tiny, adorable fox, drooling with appreciation, it was oddly charming.

“You… little spirit beast. So, you’re into this kind of thing? Or are you… a female spirit beast?”

“The love of beauty is universal, Sister! Your beauty transcends gender and species alike—everyone would admire it!”

The little fox’s words were as sweet as honey.

Han Feng silently praised her cleverness. No wonder Jiang Surou likes her so much.

“This little one really knows how to talk.”

Though her face was veiled, it was clear from Si Yu’s eyes that she was smiling.

“Han Feng,” Si Yu began, “I promised you before—upon becoming my disciple, I would give you a gift.

I’ve noticed that your sword is quite decent. It’s likely a mid-grade spiritual treasure. But its dual function is its limitation—when you use it for flight, it can’t be used for combat, and vice versa.

Your speed is impressive. Wind attributes excel in swiftness by nature. The gift I’m giving you will amplify that speed even further.”

With a wave of her hand, a pair of wings, thin as cicada wings, appeared.

The wings were large, spanning nearly two meters when fully extended. They resembled the wings of a wild goose, semi-transparent with a framework of wing bones and feather-like blades below. Each feather glinted sharply, as though capable of slicing through steel.

“This is the Gale Wings of the Spring River, harvested from a Core Formation-stage ferocious beast—the Windborne Water Goose. They are both durable and versatile, capable of flight, defense, and even offense with their blade-like feathers.

Once refined, the wings will integrate into your body. Even if they sustain damage, since they are a living entity and not a crafted artifact, they can regenerate along with your own healing.

This is your first gift from me as your master. It’s a mid-grade spiritual treasure. Take it.”

However, Han Feng bowed deeply and said,
“Thank you for your generosity, Master, but I dare not accept such a valuable gift without earning it.

If you truly wish to aid this disciple, I have a request. I hope you will grant me this one favor.
My friend, Wang Mian, was crippled by Ye Longyuan in the secret realm, rendering him unable to continue his cultivation. Yet he still wishes to train. Since immortality is no longer an option, he hopes to learn the ancient martial arts of a bygone era.

I’ve heard that in the back mountains, there’s a senior whose martial prowess rivals that of a Nascent Soul cultivator. I humbly request that you, Master, intervene and take us to meet this senior, in the hope that he might accept Wang Mian as a disciple.

If this senior agrees, my friend will have a new path to follow, and this disciple’s greatest wish will be fulfilled.”

Si Yu glanced at Wang Mian, then back at Han Feng. She smirked coldly.

“So, you want to use the gift I’m giving you as leverage to negotiate with me? Are you implying that I owe you something?”

Han Feng immediately replied, “Disciple wouldn’t dare. I only wish to help my friend. Desperation led me to this request. I beg for your understanding, Master.”

“So, you’re refusing the gift I’m giving you?” Si Yu’s voice turned icy.

Jiang Surou immediately shoved Han Feng forward. She knew her master’s temper all too well—eccentric, mercurial, and impossible to resist. If her master decided to give someone a gift, no one dared refuse it.

Han Feng got the hint. He quickly stepped forward and accepted the Gale Wings of the Spring River with both hands.

“Thank you, Master.”

“Alright, that’s settled. Now let’s talk about your friend.”

Si Yu turned her gaze to Wang Mian and said,
“You’re also a disciple of Luoxia Peak, under my jurisdiction. Technically, I’m responsible for your situation.

Your injuries can be healed, but the required spiritual medicine is beyond the reach of even the Yin-Yang Sect. Even if it could be found, the cost would be astronomical.

If the sect can’t afford it, neither can you. After all, if that old relic, Pan Shan, had access to such miraculous medicine back in the day, he wouldn’t have retreated to the back mountains to train in martial arts.”

It was only then that they learned the senior’s name: Pan Shan.

“That old relic has a strange temperament,” Si Yu continued. “He’s hard to approach, unpredictable—kind of like me.”

So at least you’re self-aware about being difficult… Everyone thought, their faces filled with silent exasperation.

“Many have tried to seek him out, offering rare treasures and spiritual stones to win his favor, but he rejected them all.

Visitors are chased away, their gifts thrown out. He respects no one—not even the Sect Leader. As for me, we can’t exchange more than a few words without getting into a fight.

You must have already heard about his temperament before coming here. Why cling to the delusion that you can sway him?”

Wang Mian pondered for a moment before clasping his hands and saying,
“Master Si Yu, from what you’ve said, this senior seems to be a man of great integrity, uninterested in wealth or fame, entirely devoted to martial arts. I respect that deeply.

Since gifts and treasures won’t sway him…

What if I offer him an ancient body refining technique instead?”

Si Yu sneered.
“An ancient body refining technique? Those have been lost for eons. Perhaps only ancient forces with billion-year legacies might have fragments of such knowledge.

And where would you, of all people, find such a thing?”

Wang Mian grinned and replied,
“My blessing from the ceremony. These techniques may be long lost to others, but not to the Immortal Dao Patriarch. He existed during that era and surely preserved its knowledge.

The Patriarch gave me the technique himself!”