The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 75

“That shouldn’t be possible. Why hasn’t your cultivation improved? We’ve been dual cultivating for so long, and my progress has been significant,” Jiang Surou said, her delicate brows furrowing as she pondered the reason.

Suddenly, her eyes widened in realization, and she exclaimed,
“I’ve got it! You’re at the peak of Qi Refining, the ninth layer, which is the limit. Your next step is Foundation Establishment, but until you cross that threshold, you won’t be able to advance further.

Damn it, why didn’t I think of this earlier? The reason you’re not improving is that your cultivation is already maxed out!

Ahhh! I can’t believe this! I thought regular dual cultivation wasn’t effective, and now… now I’ve gone and… slept with you! You bastard, give me back my purity!”

Fuming, Jiang Surou raised her small fists, ready to punch Han Feng.

“I didn’t realize this either,” Han Feng said. “But it’s okay. As long as you’re making progress, I don’t mind putting in extra effort.”

“You don’t mind putting in extra effort? You say that as if you’ve suffered some great loss. I’ll beat you to death!” Jiang Surou exclaimed, her ice-cold demeanor completely gone, replaced by a mix of frustration, annoyance, and embarrassment.

Han Feng, holding her small undergarment, gently helped her get dressed.

Feeling his tenderness, Jiang Surou’s anger subsided. She rolled her eyes at him and said,
“Put on your own clothes. I’ll handle mine. You’re only good at taking clothes off, not putting them on. I’ll do it myself.”

“Alright, understood,” Han Feng replied playfully, kissing her on the cheek before jumping off the bed to dress himself.

Once they were both dressed, Jiang Surou pulled the sweat- and blood-stained bedsheet off the bed and stuffed it into her storage pouch.

“Give it to me. I’ll throw it away for you,” Han Feng offered.

“Do I need you to do that? What, are you planning to keep it as a souvenir? It has my maiden’s blood on it—are you treating it as some kind of trophy?” Jiang Surou snapped.

“Of course not! I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Get lost, get lost! Don’t bother me while I’m cultivating. You go train on your own, and I’ll train on mine. Shoo! Just looking at you irritates me.”

Pouting, Jiang Surou began pushing Han Feng toward the door.

Laughing, Han Feng hugged her tightly, giving her pert little bottom a playful pat before finally heading downstairs.

“Shameless pervert!” Jiang Surou shouted after him, her face turning bright red as she pouted. Then, she sat cross-legged on her meditation mat. However, the lingering soreness from her lower body made it difficult for her to concentrate. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind was flooded with vivid memories of their earlier intimacy.

“That damn man has completely disrupted my state of mind! A heart free of men’s thoughts wields a sword with divine precision. Focus, focus!”

—

As Han Feng descended the stairs and opened the door, he saw that dawn was already breaking. Outside, the poor maid Xiao Huan was shivering in the cold wind, clutching the little fox for warmth.

Guilt immediately washed over Han Feng. While he had been enjoying himself upstairs, the maid had been left to endure the freezing night.

“Xiao Huan, I’m so sorry. You’ve suffered because of me,” Han Feng said.

“Don’t apologize to me,” Xiao Huan replied, sitting on a stone with her lips pouted, looking like she was about to cry.

This man had locked her outside, leaving her in the cold all night.

“Little Fox, it’s so cold out here. You could’ve brought Xiao Huan to my place to rest for a while,” Han Feng said.

“There’s a formation. I couldn’t get in,” the little fox replied, equally aggrieved.

“Ah… that’s my oversight,” Han Feng admitted.

He picked up the little fox and pulled ten spirit stones from his storage pouch, handing them to Xiao Huan.
“Xiao Huan, take this as my apology.”

“Really? These are for me?” Xiao Huan’s face immediately lit up. She eagerly accepted the spirit stones and said,
“Thank you, Young Master! You’re such a good husband for our lady. You and her are a match made in heaven—a perfect couple destined for eternal happiness!”

“Haha, thank you. Go rest now; Senior Sister Jiang is cultivating.”

“Alright!” Xiao Huan cheerfully ran inside.

Carrying the little fox, Han Feng returned to his own courtyard. He added the little fox’s signature to the formation, granting her access so she could enter on her own in the future.

Han Feng lay down on his reclining chair, enjoying the breathtaking view of the sunrise.

The little fox curled up on his chest. Sniffing at him, she said,
“You smell like Sister Little Crispy Meat. Did you two do something naughty?”

“Kids shouldn’t ask too many questions. Keep quiet,” Han Feng replied lazily.

“No, I won’t! What does ‘naughty’ feel like anyway?” the little fox pressed.

Han Feng, still half-asleep, said,
“One day, I’ll head to the Spirit Beast Peak and find you a male fox. Then you can have your own naughty experience and figure it out.”

At this, the little fox flew into a rage, hitting Han Feng with her tiny paws.
“How dare you suggest I mate with those lowly spirit beasts! Their bloodlines are diluted and inferior. How could they be worthy of me?

If I must mate, it must be with the noblest and purest of bloodlines among the beasts, so I can pass on the most exceptional lineage!”

“Alright then, you’re always saying your bloodline is so noble. What exactly are you? Even that Keen Ancestor told me to treat you well.”

“I don’t know! I’ve lost my memory. But I’m no child—I feel like I’m quite old. And I think I used to be very powerful.

I really want to know who I am. If that Keen Ancestor knows me, maybe she can tell you. Ask her for me!”

“Alright, alright. I’ll ask.”

Han Feng closed his eyes and called out in his mind,
“Keen Ancestor? Are you there?”

[I’m here.]

The familiar voice of the Keen Ancestor replied.

“Do you know what kind of creature the little fox is? What’s her origin?”

[I do.]

Han Feng waited for a response, but none came. Finally, he asked,
“Is it something you can’t say?”

[No. You asked if I knew, and I answered. You didn’t ask me to tell you.]

Han Feng felt a vein throb in his forehead.

Fair enough. I did only ask if she knew. Of course, she replied that she does.

“Can you tell me?”

[I can, but you must not tell anyone else—only the little fox. Her origins could bring disaster upon your entire sect.]

“That serious? Alright, tell me. I promise I won’t share it.”

[She is a Nine-Tailed Devouring Sky Fox, the last of her kind in existence. She also carries the bloodline of someone I knew.]

“A Nine-Tailed Devouring Sky Fox? I’ve never heard of that, but it sounds impressive. She must be incredibly powerful.

But if she’s so strong, how did she end up in her current state?”

[I cannot say. You’ll have to uncover the answer for yourself. However, know this: the Nine-Tailed Devouring Sky Fox is a taboo even among the demon beasts. Never reveal her name—it will bring catastrophic calamity.

Love it. Protect it. The rewards it will bring you in the future will be beyond your imagination.]

“Understood, Keen Ancestor. Thank you.”

Cradling the little fox, Han Feng said seriously,
“Keen Ancestor told me your name—it’s Nine-Tailed Devouring Sky Fox. But your name is a taboo. You can’t tell anyone else, or it could bring disaster.”

The little fox’s eyes widened in shock.
“Huh? So… I’m a walking catastrophe?”