The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 69

The three of them left Peak Master Si Yu’s room in what could only be described as a retreat, flying down the mountain as if fleeing for their lives.

“Um… Senior Brother, Senior Sister, I’ll head home now. You two can… talk.” Zhang Xiu made a quick escape.

This left Han Feng and Jiang Surou standing awkwardly, neither knowing what to say or do.

Han Feng broke the silence.
“Uh… I’ll go move into my new place first. Once I’m settled in, I’ll come find you.”

“Okay.”

Jiang Surou immediately retreated to her loft.

The little fox perched on Han Feng’s shoulder wasted no time mocking him.
“Coward. What kind of man are you? Hah, you can’t even hold hands or steal a kiss from your own Dao partner without your master forcing you to do it. You’re the most pathetic excuse for a man I’ve ever seen.”

“Shut up! Stop talking! If you keep this up, I’ll sell you off!”

Han Feng flicked the little fox’s head, then flew down the mountain.

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At the small courtyard at the base of the mountain, Han Feng began collecting his things. First, he carefully packed away his beloved reclining chair, then uprooted all the herbs in the yard and stored them in his pouch.

Technically, these herbs belonged to the sect, as Han Feng only had management rights, not ownership. But given his current status, pocketing a few herbs was hardly an issue. He had grown attached to them after raising them personally.

After that, he dismantled the protective formation and went into the house.

Looking at the worn-out bedding that had become “cold as iron after years of use,” Han Feng decided he didn’t want it anymore. Now that he had money and a new home, it was time to upgrade his living standards.

Han Feng resolved to treat himself and buy some new furniture. After all, when Jiang Huayang had visited last time, there wasn’t even a proper place for him to sit. With a better living environment, lying flat would also be much more comfortable.

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Han Feng headed to the furniture market after exchanging two spirit stones for silver currency. One spirit stone could fetch at least 1,000 taels of silver, yet 1,000 taels could never buy a spirit stone.

Recognizing Han Feng as a customer who had flown in on a sword, the shop assistants eagerly attended to him, knowing he was a big spender.

Han Feng splurged on a variety of furniture: a large bed, tables, chairs, meditation mats, tea tables, and tea sets—everything he needed. He even let the little fox pick out a luxurious bed of her own, complete with plush cushions and cotton lining.

He then bought bedding, tea leaves, and other essentials befitting a prodigious disciple of his status.

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Once everything was ready, Han Feng returned to the courtyard near Jiang Surou’s loft with the little fox.

He was in a great mood. With a new home, a master, and Wang Mian’s new path secured, his worries were behind him. Now, he could enjoy his life of lying flat.

Humming a tune, Han Feng first arranged the furniture in the house. He spread out fresh bedding and watched as the little fox happily set up her new nest.

Once the interior was done, Han Feng moved to the courtyard. He carefully reestablished the protective formation and then grabbed a shovel to dig holes. One by one, he replanted his herbs, finding joy in the process. He loved farming and cherished the calm, carefree moments spent tending to his plants.

By the time he finished, the entire courtyard—save for a few walking paths—was covered in herbs.

As the sun set, Han Feng finally wrapped up his work.

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The most ceremonial part of the day came next.

Han Feng solemnly brought out his reclining chair and placed it in the open space just outside the door. He lay down on it with a satisfied sigh.

“Ah, this is the life!”

“Ah, this is bliss!” added the little fox, echoing his sentiments.

It had been days since they had enjoyed such comfort. Now, lying back on the familiar chair felt like a long-lost joy rediscovered.

Man and fox lounged until the sun dipped below the horizon, and the stars began to fill the sky. In their relaxation, they completely forgot something very important!

As the little fox stretched lazily, she remarked,
“It’s getting late. Time to head to bed. By the way, Han Feng, you bought such a big bed—was it for two? Planning to sleep with Sister Little Crispy Meat and dual cultivate, huh?”

Han Feng replied lazily,
“Dual cultivate? Stop overthinking…”

“Wait! Oh crap! Dual cultivation!”

Han Feng shot up from the reclining chair.

He had agreed with Jiang Surou earlier to dual cultivate that evening. Now the night had fallen, and he hadn’t even shown up.

He had completely forgotten.

The little fox, remembering too, exclaimed,
“Oh no! Sister’s going to be so mad. Hurry, hurry!”

Han Feng grabbed the little fox, leaped out of the courtyard, and flew straight to the massive rock where Jiang Surou’s loft stood. He landed in front of her courtyard gate.

“Senior Sister Jiang, are you home?” Han Feng called out.

After a moment, a maid appeared and said,
“Senior Brother Han, you’ve come. My lady has instructed me to inform you that she is not receiving guests this evening. Please return another time.”

“Ah, I see. Alright then,” Han Feng said, turning to leave.

The little fox immediately dug her claws into his face and hissed in a low voice,
“Turn back! Go in! If you leave now, it’s over for you. You blockheaded man, don’t you get it? She’s just mad. Go apologize! If you leave, don’t expect her to ever give you a kind look again!”

“You’re right!”

As someone inexperienced in relationships, Han Feng decided to follow the little fox’s advice. Turning back to the maid, he asked,
“Senior Sister Jiang isn’t receiving guests tonight?”

“That’s correct,” the maid replied politely, with a smile.

“Well, that works out then—I’m not a guest. I’m her Dao partner, so I should be allowed in.”

The little fox grinned in approval. That’s the spirit!

“I suppose that’s not entirely out of the question,” the maid replied, still smiling.

Han Feng sighed regretfully, then suddenly exclaimed,
“Senior Sister Jiang, you’re here!”

The maid turned to look behind her, finding no one.

Realizing too late that she had been tricked, she spun back around, but by then Han Feng had already darted past her into the loft. Closing the door behind him, he locked it securely.

Smirking mischievously, Han Feng turned to face the room. He saw Jiang Surou sitting cross-legged on a meditation mat, cultivating.

“Senior Sister, I’m here,” Han Feng said with a cheeky grin, seating himself on the mat across from her.

Jiang Surou opened her eyes and cast a cold look at him.
“Who are you? Why have you barged into a lady’s chambers and bullied her maid?”

Her tone made it clear—she was upset.

Han Feng scratched the back of his head and grinned sheepishly.
“Well, I’ve been busy all afternoon setting up my new home. As soon as I finished, I rushed right over.”

“Is that so? Do you even realize, that from my courtyard, I can see everything happening in yours? My maid watched you lie in your reclining chair from sunset to nightfall—for a full two hours.

If you care so little about dual cultivation, then please leave. I won’t be entertaining you tonight.”