The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 8

Hearing this, Ye Longyuan’s eyes narrowed even further.

He cursed inwardly at how unreliable the servant he hired was. The guy probably took the money and ran, leaving this fool alive. It was a humiliation for Ye Longyuan, whose personal motto had always been to settle grudges immediately, never letting them fester overnight.

“What are you doing here? This is the outer disciple area. A lowly servant like you has no business coming here,” Ye Longyuan said darkly.

“But, Senior Brother, isn’t there no rule in the sect that forbids servant disciples from visiting outer disciples’ residences? We are even allowed to visit inner disciples, aren’t we?”

Han Feng spread his hands, looking completely innocent. “As for why I’m here, naturally, I’ve come to see my Dao partner. But it’s strange—why is Senior Brother Ye loitering around my Dao partner’s residence? Do you need something?”

“Your Dao partner…”

Every time Han Feng referred to Jiang Surou as “my Dao partner,” Ye Longyuan’s anger flared.

Is he mocking me? Is he deliberately provoking me?

He knows full well I’ve pursued Jiang Surou for years, treating her as my untouchable goddess, and now he’s rubbing it in my face. He’s slapping me in the face!

With that thought, Ye Longyuan clenched his fists, his teeth grinding in barely contained fury.

It wasn’t just anger—it was pure jealousy.

As for Han Feng, he didn’t care about these things. No matter what he did, it wouldn’t change the fact that Ye Longyuan wanted him dead. The moment Jiang Surou chose him, Han Feng was marked for death in Ye Longyuan’s mind.

And as for Jiang Surou using him, Han Feng harbored no warm feelings toward her either. So now, he was using her in return—without a shred of guilt.

Besides, his “use” was harmless—he was bringing her good things, so she benefited as well.

Tiring of the conversation, Han Feng said bluntly, “Does Senior Brother Ye need anything else? If not, please be on your way. I need to go see Senior Sister Jiang.”

“What are you going to see her for?” Ye Longyuan asked, his tone icy.

“Me? What could I possibly need from my Dao partner? I don’t have any particular reason.”

Han Feng’s face was full of innocence.

Of course, whatever his reason, he wasn’t about to tell Ye Longyuan.

But to Ye Longyuan, any reason to visit a Dao partner could only mean one thing—dual cultivation!

That wretch! That miserable peasant! That worm of a man—he’s going to dual cultivate with her?

My goddess! How dare he defile her!

Ye Longyuan’s rage boiled over as spiritual energy surged in his hand, readying to strike Han Feng down with one blow.

Startled, Han Feng pointed to the sky and said, “Senior Brother Ye, don’t forget that the Enforcement Hall’s inner disciples constantly patrol the sect. They respond to any calls for help, enforcing justice. Are you really going to bully a lowly servant disciple like me for no reason?”

“Enforcement Hall? Do you think I fear them?” Ye Longyuan growled through gritted teeth.

“Shall we find out?” Han Feng shouted toward the sky, “Enforcement Hall! Help! There’s someone here trying to—”

“Shut up!”

Ye Longyuan’s face twisted in anger as he snapped at Han Feng.

“With your useless, non-cultivating body, I could kill you with one strike. The Enforcement Hall can’t patrol the entire sect all the time, and they won’t just happen to be here.”

Ignoring him, Han Feng shouted again, “Enforcement Ha—”

“I said shut up!”

“Enfor—”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”

Furious, Ye Longyuan glanced nervously at the sky, looking for any sign of the patrolling inner disciples. Seeing none, he let out a breath of relief.

Han Feng also gave the sky a quick glance, muttering to himself that the Enforcement Hall was slacking. He had called out twice, and they still hadn’t shown up. If this were an actual assassination attempt, they’d be late enough to miss the funeral.

With a menacing expression, Ye Longyuan sneered, “You scoundrel! Don’t think my Ye family fears the Enforcement Hall! The only reason I’m sparing you today is because I don’t want to cause trouble for Junior Sister Jiang by killing you at her doorstep.

But mark my words—I’ll let you live a few more days. That’s all.”

“Oh? So Senior Brother Ye wants to kill me? Why? I’ve never had any issues with you, nor do I even know you. Why would you want to kill me? Is it because the Ye family is so powerful that you can kill innocent disciples at will? Is the sect under Ye family rule now?”

Han Feng spoke with exaggerated surprise, throwing accusation after accusation directly at Ye Longyuan.

“You… you bastard…” Ye Longyuan seethed, struggling not to explode in anger.

Just then, the door to the pavilion opened, and Jiang Surou stepped out, her gaze cold as she looked at the two men.

“Junior Sister Jiang, you’ve finished your seclusion? Congratulations on breaking through to the seventh layer of Qi Refining!”

Ye Longyuan immediately put on a sunny face, smiling as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Surou’s eyes remained indifferent as she glanced between Ye Longyuan and Han Feng, her voice calm as she asked, “What are you two doing here?”

She started walking toward them as she spoke.

Ye Longyuan quickly responded, “Junior Sister, I came especially to congratulate you and have a private conversation with you. But then, I ran into Junior Brother Han here, and we’ve been having a friendly chat, exchanging cultivation insights.”

Hearing this, the maid standing nearby wore a bewildered expression.

Do you think I’m blind or deaf? I saw the whole thing!

Jiang Surou glanced at Han Feng and asked bluntly, “Is that true?”

“No, he was trying to kill me,” Han Feng said calmly.

At that, all three people present froze, staring at Han Feng in shock.

Even Jiang Surou, who was usually composed and cold, showed a slight flicker of surprise in her eyes.

Wait, we’re just being this honest?

It’s one thing to fight behind the scenes, but can’t we at least behave politely on the surface? Can’t we leave some room for each other to save face?

Isn’t that how the great clans do things?

But Han Feng wasn’t from some prestigious family. He was just a humble servant and saw no reason to give Ye Longyuan any face.

You’re trying to kill me, so why should I show you any respect?

Ye Longyuan narrowed his eyes and said coldly, “Junior Brother Han, you should be careful with your accusations.”

“Enough,” Jiang Surou interrupted, her tone flat. “Senior Brother Ye, now that you’ve offered your congratulations, you may leave. I have no private matters to discuss with you.”

Before Ye Longyuan could respond, Jiang Surou turned to Han Feng and asked, “And what brings you here?”

Ye Longyuan, who had been bristling with anger from Jiang Surou’s cold treatment, suddenly felt a little better. After all, she seemed equally indifferent to her Dao partner.

Maybe she doesn’t care much for him, either.

Han Feng cupped his hands and said evenly, “I came to congratulate you on your breakthrough, Senior Sister. Also, I have a few things I’d like to discuss with you.”

Jiang Surou instinctively wanted to refuse, but after glancing at Ye Longyuan, she thought it might be a good opportunity to annoy him further. So, she nodded.

“Very well, come in.”

“Thank you, Senior Sister.”

Han Feng followed her inside without another glance at Ye Longyuan.

Seeing this, Ye Longyuan stood there, dumbfounded, before his eyes filled with rage.

He had waited here for ages, and Jiang Surou wouldn’t even let him in. But this lowly servant disciple gets to enter her private quarters with just a word?

Unbelievable!

This is outrageous!

How dare they humiliate me like this!