The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 77

When Jiang Surou saw the adorable little fox, the corners of her lips finally curved into a smile. However, she still huffed and said,
“Don’t try to sweet-talk me. Were you in on this too?”

“Huh? What did the little fox do?” the little fox asked, her voice filled with grievance.

Jiang Surou snorted and turned her gaze toward Han Feng.
“My maid told me that for the past two days, you and this little fox have been lying on that ridiculous reclining chair. Sunbathing during the day, sleeping soundly at night, and doing absolutely nothing else. Is that true?”

“Of course not! We also planted herbs,” Han Feng replied earnestly.

“I…” Jiang Surou was left speechless. She felt like Han Feng existed solely to infuriate her.

“What I mean is, why haven’t you been cultivating? After dual cultivating, you’re supposed to meditate, stabilize your cultivation, and absorb spiritual energy. Only by cultivating can you make progress.

Cultivation is like rowing against the current—if you don’t advance, you’ll fall behind. If you don’t cultivate, your enemies will surpass you and kill you.

And your enemies are as powerful as the Ye family. If you don’t grow stronger, how will you protect yourself?

Everyone is cultivating, except for you. You spend your days lying around sunbathing and sleeping. How can you be so lazy? Don’t you have any ambition?”

It was only then that Han Feng realized Jiang Surou was upset about this.

He wrapped an arm around Jiang Surou’s shoulders and guided her toward the reclining chair. Smiling, he said,
“Who says I haven’t been cultivating? I’ve been cultivating all along. I just don’t understand why cultivation has to involve sitting cross-legged in one specific position. Why can’t you cultivate while lying down?

After all, spiritual energy circulates within the body regardless of posture. As long as it’s circulating, isn’t that what matters?”

“Is that really possible?” Jiang Surou asked, her face filled with doubt.
“But throughout history, everyone has cultivated by sitting cross-legged. And now you’re saying you can do it lying down? How is that even possible?”

“It’s true. If you don’t believe me, try it for yourself.”

Han Feng pulled Jiang Surou down onto the reclining chair.

Still half-skeptical, Jiang Surou lay down and began attempting to cultivate.

Han Feng pulled up a small stool and sat beside her.
“I’m already at the peak of the ninth layer of Qi Refining. To advance further, I’d need to break through to Foundation Establishment, which is difficult without some fortuitous encounter.

Also, I’m not cultivating the Yin-Yang Harmony Technique. I’m practicing the Xun Art, a technique specific to Wind-Attribute cultivators.”

“What is wind? It’s ethereal and intangible. It’s carefree and unrestrained. It flows as it pleases—it’s the embodiment of natural law.

So, cultivating a Wind-Attribute technique emphasizes freedom and doing as you please to grasp the essence of the wind.

That’s why the posture doesn’t matter when cultivating. What matters is that the spiritual energy flows within your body.

During our dual cultivation sessions, we tried all sorts of positions, and didn’t they all work?”

“Pah! There’s a child here, and you’re spouting nonsense!” Jiang Surou’s cheeks flushed as she stroked the little fox in her arms.

“Don’t worry about it. The little fox knows more than she lets on. So, how’s it going? Do you feel spiritual energy circulating smoothly? Is cultivating like this easy for you?”

“No. Lying down feels awkward. I can’t focus on circulating my energy. Sitting cross-legged is still better.”

“Sigh, looks like you haven’t reached my level yet. Don’t be fooled by me lying on this chair all day—I’m absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, contemplating the vastness of the universe, and gathering spiritual energy to cultivate. You’ve got a long way to go to catch up to me.”

“So, lying on your chair isn’t just you being lazy?” Jiang Surou asked, her doubt lingering.

“Of course not. If you don’t believe me, ask Wang Mian. For the past five years, I’ve spent most of my time on this chair, while he’s been sitting cross-legged inside the house.

And what was the result? He only reached the fourth layer of Qi Refining, while I reached the ninth.

And that’s despite me handling all the herb planting by myself. He didn’t even cultivate as effectively as I did.

What does that tell you?”

“It tells me you have excellent aptitude, which makes your cultivation twice as effective with half the effort.”

“It tells you that cultivating while lying down is also effective.”

Han Feng stroked his chin as he observed Jiang Surou and suggested,
“Maybe the chair is too hard and uncomfortable, making it difficult for you to focus. Here’s an idea—try my bed. I’ve been cultivating there at night.”

“Alright then,” Jiang Surou agreed, standing up.

Han Feng picked up the little fox and gently placed her on the ground, subtly pointing toward Jiang Surou’s courtyard.

The little fox, ever perceptive, immediately understood his intentions. Muttering something about “daylight debauchery,” she scampered off toward the loft atop the giant stone.

Completely unaware of what was happening, the pure, innocent, and lovely goddess of Luoxia Peak was being led straight into the wolf’s den by a cunning schemer.

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Once inside Han Feng’s room, Jiang Surou glanced around and remarked,
“Your place is decently furnished. Small, but well-equipped.”

“What do you mean, ‘your place’? It’s our place. What’s mine is yours,” Han Feng replied, wrapping an arm around her shoulders with a smile.

“Pah! What’s yours is yours, and what’s mine is mine. I’m not living with you. You stay in your courtyard, and I’ll stay in my room,” Jiang Surou said haughtily as she walked into the bedroom.

The bedroom was clean and well-organized.

“I didn’t expect this from you. For a man, you’re surprisingly tidy. The place is spotless. But why don’t you ever make your bed?”

Han Feng chuckled.
“Spotless? That’s easy. I just wave my hand and let the wind do the cleaning. I am a Wind-Attribute cultivator, after all.

As for making the bed—it’s too much trouble. I’m going to sleep in it again anyway.”

“You’re so lazy. By that logic, if you undress to sleep at night, why bother wearing clothes during the day?”

“Well, if you’re here, I wouldn’t mind not wearing anything during the day either.”

“Get lost, you shameless pervert.”

Jiang Surou rolled her eyes at him before sitting on the edge of the bed. After slipping off her embroidered white shoes, she lay down on the bed and asked,
“Is this how I’m supposed to cultivate?”

“Exactly. Lie down, relax your arms, and focus on circulating your energy. Get into the cultivation state,” Han Feng said, guiding her.

Jiang Surou obediently followed his instructions, lying flat on her back with her arms resting at her sides. She took a deep breath and attempted to calm herself.

“Close your eyes. I’ll help you relax by massaging your body, clearing your qi and blood, and adjusting your meridians.”

Closing her eyes, Jiang Surou allowed Han Feng to proceed. But the moment her eyes shut, Han Feng’s mischievous grin returned, and his hands began wandering.

He started by massaging her arms, running his hands over them thoroughly before stealthily loosening her clothing. Gently pulling her robe aside, he continued massaging her collarbone, chest, and dantian.

Jiang Surou felt increasingly relaxed and comfortable, though she couldn’t quite enter the cultivation state. However, Han Feng’s massage techniques were undeniably effective, leaving her feeling utterly at ease.