The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 65

Pan Shan didn’t even glance at the gifts and said impatiently,
“Are you done talking? If you’re finished, get lost. Take your gifts and leave with your people.”

Ye Longquan’s father, panic evident in his voice, quickly replied,
“Senior, we truly mean this sincerely. These young ones are good kids; their lives shouldn’t be completely ruined like this. Please, at least for the sake of my grandfather, grant us a little leeway—just a bit of guidance would mean the world to them.”

“If not for the fact that your grandfather, Ye Qingmei, is already dead, you wouldn’t have the chance to even see me.

Every year, dozens, if not hundreds, of disciples come seeking to become my students. Have you ever seen me accept a single one?

Now leave. If you keep bothering me, don’t blame me for throwing courtesy out the window.”

“This…”
Ye Longquan’s father hesitated, exchanging glances with the others as they used divine sense to strategize how to persuade this irritable senior.

Pan Shan, uninterested in further conversation with them, raised his gaze to the sky and said,
“You lot up there being annoying—what are you here for?”

Hearing this, Si Yu brought Han Feng and the others down from the sky.

The Ye family members turned to see who had arrived, and when they spotted Han Feng, their faces immediately twisted with resentment, their teeth clenched in fury. Hatred burned in their eyes.

However, with both Senior Pan Shan and Peak Master Si Yu present, they didn’t dare act recklessly and could only suppress their hostility.

As they landed, Pan Shan’s gaze fell on Han Feng. He frowned and said,
“Hmm? Such potent bloodline power. A natural talent for martial arts. Who are you?”

Wang Mian, assuming the question was directed at him, quickly said,
“Senior, I am—”

“Not you. I was asking the skinny kid carrying you. He doesn’t look like much of a good guy.”

Han Feng: ???
What about me doesn’t look like a good guy? Just because I’m skinnier than you?

With a glance at the Ye family members, Han Feng clasped his hands and said,
“Despicable scoundrel.”

“Huh? You’re calling me that?”
Pan Shan’s eyes sparkled with a dangerous glint.

“Senior, I wasn’t insulting you. That’s just my introduction. I am the so-called despicable scoundrel that the Ye family has been talking about. I’m the one who took down those disciples.”

Ye Longquan ground his teeth and growled,
“Han Feng, you admit yourself to be a despicable scoundrel, huh?”

Pan Shan’s expression darkened as he let out a cold snort.
“To do such harm to your fellow disciples… You must be a cruel, ruthless troublemaker. Since you’ve delivered yourself to my doorstep, I’ll take it upon myself to clean up the sect on behalf of the Sect Leader!”

With that, he threw a punch at Han Feng.

In an instant, an overwhelming force crashed down like a mountain, suffocating Han Feng and triggering a life-threatening warning in his mind.

At the critical moment, Si Yu intervened. She raised her hand, summoning a water curtain that materialized before them, nullifying the force of Pan Shan’s punch.

“There’s malice. Very strong malice!”
The little fox exclaimed.

By the time your warning kicks in, I’d already be dead.
Ignoring the little fox, Han Feng addressed Pan Shan with a bow,
“Senior, are you truly going to condemn me based solely on the Ye family’s one-sided claims? If the Ye family said the entire sect had rebelled and was out to kill them, claiming innocence for themselves alone, would you also believe them and wipe out all the sect’s disciples?”

Hearing this, Pan Shan retracted his fist and snorted coldly,
“That’s ridiculous.”

“Then shouldn’t the same principle apply to me? I’m also a disciple of the sect. Even the Enforcement Hall insists on cross-examinations to discern truth from lies, ensuring no innocent person is wrongfully punished.

Senior, you are a revered elder of the Yin-Yang Sect, admired by countless disciples, and once saved the sect during its darkest hour. So why, now, would you unjustly destroy a disciple you once swore to protect?”
Pan Shan settled back into his chair and said,
“Interesting. Everyone knows my temper is unpredictable, yet here you are, a mere Qi Refining disciple, speaking to me with neither humility nor fear. It’s rare.

Fine, tell me the story from start to finish. Just know, I’m not here to pass judgment—I’m just curious to hear the tale.”

Han Feng was speechless.
This old man really is unpredictable. One second, he’s ready to kill without hesitation; the next, he’s casually asking for gossip. His temperament is impossible to grasp.

“Then I’ll keep it brief,” Han Feng began.
“There’s a disciple from the Ye family who pursued my Dao partner. However, she didn’t choose him—she chose me instead. This infuriated him, and he sent people to assassinate me three times and framed me once.

I managed to survive all of it.

When we entered the secret realm and he realized he couldn’t defeat me directly, he captured my innocent friend and left him in this state.”

Han Feng placed Wang Mian down, revealing the injuries to his dantian.
Continuing, he said,
“That Ye Longyuan, despite everything he’s done to me, at least had a motive. In the end, it was a matter of personal grudges, and I can accept that. Win or lose, it’s all part of the game.

But my friend had no quarrel with him—he didn’t even know him. To use my friend as leverage, to destroy him so utterly, just to get at me…

Senior, you are a man of justice and principle. If your enemy harmed your friend this way, would you not seek vengeance?”

“Of course, I would!” Pan Shan replied without hesitation.
“An enemy who harms my friend deserves revenge. Failing to avenge my friend would make me less than human.”

“Exactly. So, when dozens of them surrounded me, I simply crippled a few of them in return.”

Han Feng gestured toward the nearby Ye family disciples.

Furious, Ye Longquan pointed at Han Feng and shouted,
“Han Feng, don’t you dare slander us—”

“With tens of thousands of witnesses, do you think you can deny it?” Han Feng snarled.

“You…!”
Ye Longquan was at a loss for words. The evidence was irrefutable. Tens of thousands of disciples had seen it happen; there was no escaping the truth.

Pan Shan, though unpredictable, wasn’t a fool. He quickly pieced together the situation and understood that Han Feng was telling the truth.

Satisfied, he nodded and said,
“Not bad. Clear distinctions between right and wrong, and a willingness to seek justice. I like that. Now, your story is finished. What brings you here?”

Han Feng wasted no time.
“Senior, our purpose is the same as theirs. My friend’s dantian is completely destroyed, leaving him unable to cultivate. We’ve come to ask if you’d be willing to take him as a disciple and teach him martial arts.”

Pan Shan frowned.
“Martial arts training is grueling. Refining the body is an excruciating process—it’s nothing like cultivating immortality, where you can simply sit and meditate to refine spiritual energy. Most people can’t endure that level of hardship.”

The Ye family members frowned in unison, sensing that Pan Shan was considering taking Wang Mian as a disciple.

Wang Mian quickly said,
“Senior, I’m not afraid of hardship. No matter how tough or exhausting it is, I’m willing to endure it. I was born into a poor farming family and have been accustomed to hard work since I was a child. I’m not like those pampered disciples from great families.”