The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 76

“That might not be the case,” Han Feng replied, shaking his head. He continued,
“I have a theory. Since your bloodline is so powerful, is it possible that you were once an incredibly strong powerhouse? But because your bloodline was so extraordinary, many people or beasts wanted to hunt you down. Outnumbered, you suffered severe injuries.

Then, you lost all your cultivation and even your memories, forcing you to regress to your most basic, juvenile state, relying solely on absorbing spiritual energy to survive.

That’s why, even though you don’t have cultivation, you still possess many innate abilities.

You can devour spirit stones, sense malicious intent, mesmerize and disorient enemies with your gaze, turn corpses into blood essence spheres to enhance cultivation, and even accelerate the growth of herbs, improving their age.

You’ve got a lot of talents.”

“Huh? Am I really that amazing?” The little fox stood up on her hind legs, placing her front paws on her hips, her large eyes sparkling with pride.

“Of course, this is just my wild speculation,” Han Feng added. “Maybe you’re simply a child who hasn’t been alive for long and hasn’t yet found a way to cultivate properly. But the fact that your bloodline is extraordinarily precious is undoubtedly true.”

“But… the little fox is called a Nine-Tailed Devouring Sky Fox, yet I only have one tail. I don’t have nine tails.”

“The number of tails doesn’t matter. Maybe as you grow and mature, you’ll develop nine tails?

But I think the key lies in the ‘Devouring Sky’ part of your name.”

“Devouring Sky?”

“Exactly, Devouring Sky. I think you’re extraordinary. You can swallow spirit stones, devour celestial spirit crystals, and even absorb spiritual energy from both the living and the dead.

Maybe when you grow up, you’ll truly be able to devour everything.”

“Devour everything?”

The little fox’s eyes grew brighter and brighter, her self-esteem swelling with every word.

What Han Feng didn’t know was that the first time he encountered the little fox, a massive shadow of a Nine-Tailed Devouring Sky Fox had appeared in the sky, giving the little fox a fright. If Han Feng had seen the bloodthirsty savagery in that fox’s eyes, as well as the countless celestial stars reflected within them, he might have realized what “Devouring Sky” truly meant.

(If you’ve forgotten, feel free to revisit Chapter 4!)

“So, you absolutely must not reveal to anyone that you’re a Nine-Tailed Devouring Sky Fox. If anyone finds out, it could bring disaster. Your bloodline is simply too valuable,” Han Feng warned earnestly.

“Don’t worry. I’m always careful. I just need to watch out for you. I keep feeling like you’re planning to sell my blood.”

“I’m not going to sell your blood.”

“Swear it.”

“Get lost.”

Han Feng grabbed the little fox and tossed her aside, then sat down to meditate and practice the complete Xun Art he’d received.

He hadn’t had a proper chance to explore the full Xun Art ever since receiving the blessing yesterday morning.

The Xun Art wasn’t just a cultivation technique—it came with accompanying divine abilities. But knowing about these abilities didn’t mean you could use them right away; they required diligent practice.

According to the Xun Art, its seven realms of divine abilities could only be unlocked by progressively raising one’s cultivation.

The seven realms were as follows, each accompanied by a poetic name:

– Wen Qingfeng (Ask the Gentle Breeze)
– Wen Jiuxiao (Ask the Nine Heavens)
– Wen Xingdou (Ask the Stars)
– Wen Xuanji (Ask the Mysteries)
– Wen Xianque (Ask the Immortal Palaces)
– Wen Tianshu (Ask the Heavenly Pivot)
– Wen Shenzun (Ask the Divine Sovereign)

Of these, only the first three realms could be practiced and used while still in the mortal realm, also known as the realm of cultivators. After all, without reaching immortality, one was still bound by mortal limitations.

The fourth realm, Wen Xuanji, could only be unlocked upon reaching the realm of immortals.

As for the realms beyond Wen Xuanji, the intricate and dazzling descriptions in the text left Han Feng completely dumbfounded. He recognized every character, but together, they made no sense to him.

And with all the complex Daoist runes and symbols accompanying the text, he found himself utterly lost.

To be precise, the only realm he could currently comprehend was the first one: Wen Qingfeng (Ask the Gentle Breeze).

This realm allowed its practitioner to harness the power of the breeze, enabling them to soar through the skies with even greater speed. It also granted the ability to use the force of an opponent’s attacks to redirect or neutralize them.

Every motion created wind, and every wind could be wielded by someone who practiced the Xun Art.

The wind—gentle and soft, yet formless and intangible—was also immensely powerful and sharp. It swept away clouds like a storm, using the power of the wind to break through opposing forces.

The version of the Xun Art that Han Feng had originally received from the Patriarch contained only the first realm, Wen Qingfeng, and none of the other six. However, Keen Ancestor’s Marriage Blessing had completed the entire technique for him.

For the past two days, when Han Feng wasn’t tending to his herbs, he spent his time lying on his reclining chair, cultivating the Xun Art.

As a Wind-Attribute Heavenly Spirit Root holder who had awakened his bloodline and gained the innate Wind Physique, Han Feng had a deep affinity for the power of wind. He could sense the subtle movements of wind elements in the world around him.

The little fox, however, was unimpressed by his ability. She dismissed him, saying, “What’s the point of telling whether today’s wind is blowing from the east or the west? That’s all it’s good for.”

After mastering Wen Qingfeng, Han Feng had no urgency to test it out. Flying around didn’t interest him much—reclining leisurely on his chair was far more enjoyable.

—

It had been two full days and nights since Han Feng left Jiang Surou’s place.

Early that morning, Han Feng woke up feeling refreshed from his warm, comfortable bed. Stretching lazily, he murmured,
“Ah, this new bed and bedding were worth every penny.”

He walked outside, intending to check on the herbs he had transplanted into his courtyard.

But just as he stepped out the door, he heard a faint disturbance—the protective formation around his courtyard was trembling slightly.

“An enemy attack?” Han Feng thought, alarmed. Quickly looking up, he saw Jiang Surou hovering in the air outside his courtyard, her face brimming with annoyance.

Clearly, she’d been blocked by the formation and wasn’t pleased.

“Han Feng! Open this damned formation!” Jiang Surou demanded angrily.

Han Feng quickly deactivated the formation, allowing her to enter.

The moment she stepped inside, she crossed her arms and glared at Han Feng coldly.

Seeing her stormy expression, Han Feng chuckled and explained,
“Sorry about that. I forgot to mention that my courtyard has a formation. I bought it a while back to guard against Ye Longyuan’s assassins. This formation actually saved my life once—it stopped two assassins, and my brother-in-law took care of them.”

“Do you think that’s what I’m mad about?” Jiang Surou responded icily.

Han Feng approached her, intending to hold her hand, but she kept her hands tucked under her arms, refusing to let him take them.

“Then why are you mad? Because I didn’t come to see you these past two days? I figured you were stabilizing your cultivation, so I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Do you think that’s what I’m mad about?” Jiang Surou huffed coldly.

Han Feng’s head started to ache. Why can’t women just say what’s bothering them? Why make me guess?

For the first time, Han Feng tasted the bitter confusion of love. Not knowing what to do, he spotted the little fox hopping over and quickly scooped her up, placing her in Jiang Surou’s arms.

“Help me, Little Fox. Cheer up your Sister Little Crispy Meat.”

“Is Sister Little Crispy Meat mad? Why? Is it because she hasn’t hugged the little fox for a few days?”