The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 78

Gradually, Jiang Surou began to feel that something was off.

“Does clearing qi and blood require massaging the chest?”

“Of course! The chest is the convergence point of all the body’s acupoints, the central hub, and the most critical area.

What is qi and blood if not spiritual energy and the blood in your body? All the blood in your body relies on your heart to circulate. How can you not massage this area properly?”

“I see. That makes sense.”

A moment later, Jiang Surou asked again,
“Does massaging also require taking off my pants?”

“Naturally. Massaging through clothes is just rubbing fabric. To properly locate the acupoints and meridians, the clothes need to come off, so I can massage effectively.”

“Oh, I understand now. You can continue.”

“Alright.”

After finishing massaging her flawless, jade-like, long legs, Han Feng picked up her delicate feet and began to play with them.

It had to be said, Jiang Surou was like a work of art. Whether it was her appearance or her figure, every part of her body was so perfect and flawless that it pleased the eye.

And the sensation of being able to freely touch and admire her made Han Feng feel a rush of satisfaction.

After playing with her feet for a while, Han Feng’s mischievous hand began to knead her legs and slowly moved upward.

“Wait, does that… area also need massaging?”

“Of course! There’s a lot of knowledge involved in this…”

“Stop! If you keep talking, I’ll make you explain where you learned all this nonsense.”

“Hehe.”

Han Feng stopped speaking, and a moment later, a soft, enticing sound echoed from the bed.

Realizing the time was right, Han Feng stood up, removed his own clothes, and climbed onto the bed.

Positioning himself beside Jiang Surou, he leaned down, intending to gently kiss her soft, rosy lips. But just as he was about to make contact, the beauty beneath him opened her eyes.

Jiang Surou’s gaze carried a hint of amusement and mockery as she said leisurely,
“Did you really think I’m some naïve girl you can fool so easily? From the moment you invited me into your room, I knew exactly what you were planning.

You went through all this trouble giving me a massage, but in the end, isn’t it just another ploy to dual cultivate? Little man, did you think I wouldn’t see through your tricks?

Why not skip the pretense and go straight to the final step?”

Han Feng chuckled and said,
“How could I? Massaging the body before dual cultivation helps relax the mind, improve circulation, and enhance the effectiveness of cultivation.”

“Is that so? Then from now on, every time we dual cultivate, you have to massage me first. If you skip even once, you’re not coming in.”

“Deal. No problem.”

Han Feng laughed heartily, leaned down, and kissed her deeply. Then he pulled the blanket over them and pressed forward with determination.

The bed shook as the waves of passion rolled, Jiang Surou’s soft gasps filling the air. Only after she pleaded softly for mercy did Han Feng finally end the “battle.”

—

By midday, the two had cultivated twice before stopping. Jiang Surou’s cultivation level advanced slightly once more.

After wiping the sweat from her body, Jiang Surou got dressed, stood up, and said,
“Come on, accompany me to the market. You owe me new clothes. Got it?”

“Of course, my dear wife.”

The two left their home, carrying the little fox, and used their swords to fly down the mountain to browse the market.

Hand in hand, they strolled through the streets like a pair of celestial lovers on a date. Along the way, countless envious eyes turned toward Han Feng.

What could they do? His Dao partner was simply too stunning.

It was a clear testament to how everyone admires beauty.

Jiang Surou was indeed a vision of beauty. No matter what she wore, she exuded elegance. While most women relied on clothing to enhance their looks, Jiang Surou’s beauty and figure elevated the clothes she wore, making them look extraordinary.

She also picked out several outfits for Han Feng, her sense of aesthetics far superior to his.

For reasons unknown, Han Feng seemed particularly fond of azure-colored robes. Perhaps it had something to do with the one Wang Mian had once gifted him.

Previously, Han Feng had always worn dull gray servant robes, which were not only unattractive but also faded from frequent washing. Later, when Wang Mian gave him an azure robe, Han Feng was instantly captivated by the color and developed a fondness for it.

When Jiang Surou asked him why he liked that color, Han Feng told her honestly. Her response was to roll her eyes repeatedly, teasing that his true first love was Wang Mian.

Han Feng also used what little spirit stones he had left to buy Jiang Surou some protective spiritual artifacts.

Jiang Surou, knowing his financial situation, didn’t mind that the items were inexpensive.

After all, she understood that this man, despite his poverty, always gave her the best of what he had.

Two medicinal herbs, each over thirty years old, and a Wind Spirit Sword worth 1,800 spirit stones—these were practically all of Han Feng’s possessions, and he gave them all to her.

Even the cultivation technique granted to him by the Patriarch was shared with her without hesitation. Later, he’d even attempted to give her the Wings of the Gale Spring that his master had gifted him.

This man was always doing his utmost to give her the best, and how could she not be moved?

However, what Jiang Surou didn’t know was that this cunning man gave her these gifts because doing so allowed him to receive tenfold better rewards.

For instance, at this very moment, Han Feng was staring at the pile of female clothing, spiritual artifacts, and other treasures listed in his blessing notifications, unsure of how to deal with them all.

—

As any man knows, accompanying a woman on a shopping trip is exhausting. Han Feng went from initial excitement to complete exhaustion in just one afternoon.

That evening, they returned home, and Han Feng fell asleep the moment he hit the bed.

For the next month, Han Feng remained idle.

Apart from occasionally tending to his herbs, he spent his time dual cultivating with Jiang Surou every two days. And each session wasn’t just once—it was multiple rounds per night.

Before, Han Feng had disliked dual cultivation, finding it exhausting to entertain his Dao partner, exert himself, and focus on cultivation. Sunbathing and lying around was far more enjoyable. “Only a fool would dual cultivate,” he used to think.

Now? Han Feng: “Woof, woof, woof!”

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After a month, Jiang Surou finally reached the peak of the eighth layer of Qi Refining. The dual cultivation technique bestowed by the Patriarch truly delivered outstanding results.

Jiang Surou entered seclusion to consolidate her cultivation, instructing Han Feng not to disturb her.

Han Feng eagerly anticipated her breakthrough. Once she broke through, he would receive a tenfold return, allowing him to advance from the ninth layer of Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment.

Delight filled his heart.

It was common knowledge that Qi Refining had nine layers, and the next step was Foundation Establishment.

After three days of seclusion, Jiang Surou successfully broke through.

That very night, Han Feng received an immense feedback of spiritual energy and a surge in his cultivation.

Yet, after his breakthrough, Han Feng was surprised to find no Foundation Establishment platform in his dantian. Nor could his divine sense leave his body.

Confused, he heard the blessing notification:

[Jiang Surou, your Dao partner, has broken through to the ninth layer of Qi Refining. You have received a tenfold blessing return.]

[Current cultivation level: Qi Refining—Eleventh Layer.]