The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 66

The Ye family disciples glared furiously at Wang Mian, their faces filled with indignation.

Seriously? Even now, you’re still trying to badmouth us?

Pan Shan nodded and said,
“Alright, I understand.”

Hearing this, Wang Mian was overjoyed and immediately asked,
“Senior, does this mean you’ll take me as your disciple?”

Han Feng and the others were equally ecstatic.

However, once again, Pan Shan demonstrated just how unpredictable he was.
With a wide grin, he said,
“Heh, I refuse.”

Everyone froze in place, their expressions turning to stone.

Wait, so after all this… you’re not accepting him? Then why were you rambling on and on?

Leaning back into his bamboo chair, Pan Shan raised a hand and pointed at Han Feng.
“You, skinny kid. I haven’t even examined your bloodline, but your robust vitality and vigorous aura scream potential. You’d be a great candidate for martial arts training.

If you want to learn martial arts under me, I might consider taking you on for a trial period to see how you do.

As for that kid, forget it. He can go back to wherever he came from. I’ve had plenty of people like him come begging to be my disciple. Look, even over there—those guys brought gifts worth tens of thousands of spirit stones, and I didn’t accept them either.

And you think you can waltz in here with nothing but empty words and convince me? Get real.”

The Ye family disciples, overhearing this, were elated.
Sure, their fate was tragic, but seeing their enemy share the same misery was deeply satisfying.

Wang Mian, panicking, quickly said,
“What if I have a gift that you can’t refuse?”

“Oh?” Pan Shan raised an eyebrow. “A gift that I can’t refuse? Kid, I’ve lived for centuries. From Qi Refining to Core Formation, and from Core Formation to losing it all before retraining in martial arts to reach a level comparable to the Nascent Soul stage—what haven’t I seen? What could possibly impress me?”

Wang Mian glanced at the Ye family, hesitant to reveal anything in front of them.
He said,
“Senior, this isn’t the place to discuss it. Could we speak in private inside your cabin?”

Beside him, Peak Master Si Yu also said,
“Old man, just do me this favor. Take a look. If you don’t like it, we’ll leave immediately. How about that?”

Pan Shan hesitated for a moment before standing and heading into the cabin.
“Hmph. If you’re playing games with me, you won’t like the consequences.”

Si Yu turned to Wang Mian and said,
“Let’s go. I’ll go with you.”

The two followed Pan Shan inside.

—

Outside, this left Han Feng, Jiang Surou, and Zhang Xiu alone with the Ye family.

The Ye family disciples turned their glares toward Han Feng, their hostility palpable, their postures threatening.

Han Feng chuckled and said,
“What’s this? Planning to attack me? Let’s see—do you think you can move faster than my Nascent Soul-stage master can intervene?”

Hearing this, the Ye family members glanced nervously toward the cabin.
They immediately backed down, behaving like obedient puppies.

Ye Longquan snorted coldly,
“Hmph. You cowardly lapdog. Without the Jiang family and Peak Master Si Yu, you’re nothing.”

“And without the Ye family, I could crush you with one hand. So what’s all your barking about?” Han Feng retorted mercilessly.

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Inside the cabin…

Once inside, Si Yu waved her hand, setting up a soundproof array that also blocked any divine sense from spying on them.

Pan Shan said,
“Alright, Si Yu. Show me this so-called gift.”

Wang Mian pulled out a jade slip from his sleeve and handed it to Pan Shan.

Pan Shan accepted it and scanned it with his divine sense. Despite having lost his immortal cultivation, his divine sense remained as strong as ever from his past training.

At first, his expression was indifferent. Then, he began to frown. Moments later, his eyes widened in shock, and finally, his face lit up with excitement, his gaze becoming fervent.

“This… this looks like an ancient martial arts technique! Where did you get this? Incredible, truly incredible! If I had possessed such a technique back then, I wouldn’t have had to painstakingly forge my own path in martial arts. If I had this, I might have been able to fight toe-to-toe with Nascent Soul experts by now!

Wait… why is there only half of it? Where’s the other half? Where is it?!”

Pan Shan, overwhelmed with excitement, reached for Wang Mian, clearly intent on demanding the missing portion of the technique.

Si Yu immediately stepped in between them, laughing coldly.
“Well, old man, what do you think of this gift? Are you satisfied?”

“I’ll ask you again—does the second half exist? Without it, this technique is incomplete and can’t reach even a fraction of its potential!” Pan Shan, no longer calm and collected, resembled a starving man who had caught sight of a banquet but could only smell the food without tasting it.

“The second half certainly exists,” Si Yu replied. “But you’ll have to agree to take him as your disciple and teach him wholeheartedly, holding nothing back. Only then will he hand over the complete technique to you.

Otherwise, why should he give you an ancient martial arts technique for free?”

“You’re right,” Pan Shan admitted. “That’s fair. Taking on a disciple in exchange for an ancient martial arts technique—sounds like a great deal to me.

Kid, where did you get this technique? Who gave it to you? As far as I know, such techniques have been lost for ages.”

Wang Mian quickly explained,
“I received it during the Ancestor’s Ceremony in the secret realm. The Immortal Dao Patriarch himself granted it to me. Perhaps he took pity on me after my cultivation was destroyed and didn’t want my path to end.”

Pan Shan nodded thoughtfully.
“That makes sense. Others may not have it, but the Patriarch certainly would. A figure of his caliber, with insight into everything… it’s only fitting that he had this.

Alright, kid. I’ll take you as my disciple and teach you with all my heart. From today onward, you and I will train together in this Indestructible Vajra Art. I’ll guide you while learning it myself. How does that sound?”

Wang Mian, overjoyed, was about to agree when Si Yu cut in sharply,
“Hold it. You need to swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao: that you’ll teach Wang Mian with full dedication, protect him, and not pass this technique to anyone else without his consent.

I don’t want to see you kicking him out after getting the complete technique and then teaching it to others.”

Pan Shan erupted in anger.
“Si Yu, what do you mean by this? Do you think I, Pan Shan, am some petty, dishonorable scoundrel?”

Si Yu sneered.
“This is called ‘better safe than sorry.’ You know your own temper, Pan Shan. I don’t trust you.

Besides, the oath won’t harm you in any way. If you genuinely intend to teach him with full dedication, what do you have to fear from the Heavenly Dao?”

“Fine, I agree!”

Pan Shan pulled out a wisp of divine sense from his forehead and declared,
“I, Pan Shan, swear upon the Heavenly Dao that once Wang Mian provides the complete technique, I will train him wholeheartedly, protect him, and never pass this technique to others without his consent. Should I violate this oath, may my soul scatter into nothingness!”

Hearing this, Wang Mian immediately took out the second half of the jade slip, handing it over with both hands. He then knelt and kowtowed three times.

“Disciple greets Master!”

“Heh heh, good boy. Stand up,” Pan Shan said with a strange smile. Then, pointing toward the doorway, he asked,
“Disciple, you’ve got some grudges with those people outside, don’t you? Want to settle them?”