The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 74

Han Feng finally understood how strong-willed Jiang Surou was. Even in moments like this, she had to take the initiative and maintain the upper hand.

Her snow-white body, coupled with her soft, delicate breaths, left Han Feng utterly captivated. From the depths of his heart, he began to truly like this Senior Sister.

If, in the beginning, Han Feng and Jiang Surou had become Dao partners out of necessity, then now, both of them were genuinely starting to accept and even love each other.

Perhaps… they were truly falling for one another.

It was said that dual cultivation was the best remedy to deepen feelings between people. Looking at it now, this couldn’t be more true.

Just as with Wang Mian and Zhang Xiu, who hadn’t known each other for long but shared a deep bond—even when Wang Mian lost his cultivation, Zhang Xiu resolutely refused to leave or abandon him. Their daily dual cultivation had blurred all boundaries between them.

Dual cultivation required time. Han Feng and Jiang Surou spent an entire hour cultivating together before mutually conceding defeat and declaring the “battle” over.

Both lay on the bed, panting heavily. Jiang Surou’s delicate body was drenched in a sheen of fragrant sweat, soaking the sheets beneath them, which were further marked by specks of plum blossom-shaped bloodstains.

“Senior Sister, are you tired?” Han Feng asked, holding Jiang Surou in his arms.

“Get away from me. You’re too hot,” Jiang Surou replied coldly, her tone as dismissive as a scoundrel who forgets their partner after putting their clothes back on—except in this case, she was the scoundrel.

“Hahaha.” Han Feng chuckled, pulling her closer and holding her tightly against his chest. The softness he felt against him made Jiang Surou all the more captivating in his eyes.

Jiang Surou rolled her eyes at him and said,
“You’re still calling me ‘Senior Sister’? After everything, I’m already yours, and you can’t think of something more affectionate? Stupid man.”

“Well then, what do you want me to call you? Wife? Dear? Darling? Which one do you prefer?”

“None of them. Cultivators don’t call their Dao partners things like that.”

“Then what should I call you?”

“You… you idiot. How does my father address me? Can’t you learn from him?”

The more Jiang Surou thought about it, the angrier she became.

Han Feng looked stunned.
“That… that doesn’t seem appropriate.”

“What’s so inappropriate about it?”

“Alright then. If you insist…”

Han Feng seemed to steel himself before saying,
“Daughter?”

Jiang Surou’s mind went blank, her face frozen in disbelief. Then, without hesitation, she opened her mouth and bit down hard on Han Feng’s shoulder.

“Ow! It hurts! Let go! Didn’t you tell me to call you that? I thought it was strange too—don’t you already have a father? Why would you want me to be your dad? What a peculiar fetish!”

“I’ll kill you!!!” Jiang Surou fumed, her fury boiling over as she prepared to hit Han Feng.

Han Feng caught her in his arms and laughed,
“Alright, alright, I was just joking! You’re acting exactly like the little fox when she’s angry.

I know you want me to call you ‘Rou’er.’ I have to say, ‘Rou’er’ does sound very nice.”

Hearing this, Jiang Surou finally let it go. But then, Han Feng’s next words sent her spiraling into anger again.

“But I still think ‘Little Crispy Meat’ sounds the best. What do you think?”

“I think you’re asking for a beating!” Jiang Surou growled through clenched teeth. Her anger flared, and without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed Han Feng’s most vulnerable area.

“Wait, wait! It hurts, it hurts! Be gentle with it! You can’t be so rough!” Han Feng pleaded, taking a while to coax her into reluctantly accepting the nickname “Little Crispy Meat.”

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Han Feng then reached into his storage pouch and took out the Wings of the Gale Spring, the gift from his master. Handing it to Jiang Surou, he said,
“This was our first time dual cultivating, and I feel like I should give you a gift. But I don’t have anything else good on me, so I’ll give you this instead.

You’re an Earth-Attribute cultivator, so you’re not particularly fast. With these Wings of the Gale Spring, your speed will improve dramatically. Whether for pursuit or escape, they’ll be incredibly useful.

Try them on!”

Jiang Surou stared at the treasure in astonishment and said,
“This is a mid-grade spiritual treasure. Are you really willing to give it to me? What will you use if you give it to me?”

“What’s there to be unwilling about? I’m Wind-Attribute by nature, and speed is already my specialty. No one in the same realm can surpass me, so this won’t make much of a difference for me.”

Jiang Surou felt deeply moved. She realized that Han Feng truly was a good man—this “shameless scoundrel” wasn’t entirely about provoking her.

But she still shook her head.
“No, I can’t take it. This was a gift from our master. If she finds out you gave her gift to me, she’d be furious.

Our master, Peak Master Si Yu, has a temper. If she gets angry, both you and I will suffer the consequences.

Take it back. Besides, dual cultivating isn’t exactly a loss for me—I’ve improved too. I’ve already advanced to the mid-eighth layer of Qi Refining.

A few more sessions, and I might even reach the peak!”

“Really? Then let’s go for a few more rounds.”

Han Feng felt a bit regretful. If he couldn’t give the treasure to Jiang Surou, he wouldn’t receive a better item in exchange.

From his perspective, giving the treasure to Jiang Surou would trigger a blessing from the mysterious ancestor who had granted him the Marriage Blessing. A single treasure would become two, benefitting both of them—a win-win.

However, he couldn’t explain this to Jiang Surou because the mysterious ancestor had forbidden him from revealing the truth.

Han Feng silently put the Wings of the Gale Spring back into his storage pouch, deciding to find a better opportunity to give it away later.

Then, he turned over and prepared to start another round.

Jiang Surou, now visibly flustered, quickly said,
“No, no! Let’s rest! We’ve already cultivated twice today with ordinary dual cultivation, plus this special session. The effects are already saturated. Give me a break.

I just lost my… innocence. It still hurts a little.”

Seeing her pitiful expression, Han Feng’s heart softened. He pulled out a basic Revitalizing Pill from his storage pouch and fed it to her to ease her discomfort.

It wasn’t one of the high-grade pills from Ye Longyuan; those only worked for him.

After swallowing the pill, Jiang Surou said,
“You should head back. I’ll clean up the sheets and replace them with fresh ones, then consolidate my cultivation.”

Han Feng held her close, stroking her soft, round bottom, and said,
“Feels so nice holding you. How am I supposed to let go?”

Jiang Surou smiled softly and said,
“Cultivation is what’s most important. We have all the time in the world—why rush? It’s not like I won’t dual cultivate with you again in the future.

By the way, has your cultivation improved at all?”

Jiang Surou placed her hand on Han Feng’s dantian and sent a surge of spiritual energy to inspect. Moments later, she frowned.
“Why hasn’t your cultivation advanced? What’s going on?”

Han Feng shook his head and replied,
“It’s fine. As long as you’re improving, I don’t mind. Even if I don’t grow stronger, it doesn’t matter.”