The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 85

“Han Feng!”

Watching Han Feng charge back toward the enemy without hesitation, Jiang Surou cried out, her voice trembling. Tears instantly filled her eyes.

In moments of crisis, true feelings are revealed. At this critical juncture, Han Feng was willing to face three Foundation Establishment cultivators alone, risking his life to buy her a chance to escape.

In that moment, Jiang Surou’s heart shattered.

The woman who had always been steadfast and unyielding finally understood what love truly was.

“Go! I’m fast—they won’t be able to catch me. Hurry and get reinforcements!” Han Feng’s voice rang out, jolting Jiang Surou back to her senses.

But Jiang Surou didn’t run.

“I’m tired of abandoning others to save myself.”

She turned to the little fox and asked, “Can you swim?”

“Of course I can,” the little fox replied, nodding quickly.

Jiang Surou pressed the bronze mirror into the little fox’s paws.
“Put this in your storage bag. Dive to the bottom of the sea and hide. When reinforcements arrive, give this to them.

Little fox, I hope we meet again someday!”

With that, she released her grip and tossed the little fox into the ocean.

The little fox panicked, crying out,
“Don’t leave me behind—”

Splash!

The little fox hit the water, its cries muffled as it sank into the sea.

Jiang Surou glanced down one last time, reluctant to part, but she steeled her resolve. With a determined look, she drew her sword and charged after Han Feng, heading straight for the enemy.

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[Han Feng has gifted his Dao partner the mid-grade spiritual treasure: Gale Wings of the Spring Current. In return, you have received a tenfold blessing: upper-grade spiritual treasure—Crane Radiant Plume Feather. Would you like to claim?]

“Claim!” Han Feng responded without hesitation.

In an instant, a pair of pure white crane wings appeared on Han Feng’s back. The wings spread wide, radiating a brilliant glow. Each feather stood upright, sharp as an arrow.

At Han Feng’s command, the feather-like arrows shot forth in a barrage, raining down upon the enemies.

Ye Qingyun and Ye Liuchuan were stunned. They quickly activated their protective spiritual energy while swinging their swords to deflect the incoming feathers.

But these feathers came from the Crane Radiant Plume Feather, an upper-grade spiritual treasure. While not indestructible, they were far beyond the capabilities of Foundation Establishment cultivators to destroy.

Han Feng continued to manipulate the feathers to attack while using the Wen Qingfeng technique from the Xun Art to enhance his speed and conjure whirlwinds to push the enemies back.

At that moment, Jiang Surou arrived at Han Feng’s side, fighting alongside him.

Seeing Jiang Surou hadn’t fled, Han Feng’s face twisted with anger and anxiety. He roared,
“Why did you come back? Run! I’m fast—they can’t catch me!”

“Don’t think I don’t know you’re trying to sacrifice yourself to save me. No matter how fast you are, you’re still in the Qi Refining stage. How can you possibly defeat two mid-level Foundation Establishment cultivators? If you die, I’ll die with you. I won’t abandon you to save myself!”

“You… you’re such a fool!” Han Feng cried, both touched and exasperated.

“You’re the fool,” Jiang Surou said softly.

“Then let’s fight together!” Han Feng declared. Drawing his sword, he charged toward the enemy.

Ye Qingyun sneered and barked orders,
“One each! Finish them quickly!”

Ye Qingyun rushed at Han Feng while Ye Liuchuan targeted Jiang Surou.

Han Feng avoided direct confrontation. With a flap of his wings, he grabbed Jiang Surou and soared upward, narrowly dodging their attacks. Using his agility, he circled behind them and slashed out with his sword.

The two sword beams struck Ye Qingyun and Ye Liuchuan, causing their protective spiritual energy to tremble.

Ye Qingyun smirked coldly.
“Not bad, kid. But here’s the difference: we can afford to make mistakes countless times. You two make one mistake, and you die!”

He wasn’t wrong. As Foundation Establishment cultivators, they wouldn’t die even if Han Feng struck them a hundred times. But if they managed to land a single blow on Han Feng, it would be enough to severely injure or kill him.

After all, Han Feng was just a penniless Qi Refining cultivator with no significant defensive treasures, relying only on his speed.

As the two enemies attacked again, Han Feng grabbed Jiang Surou and dodged. Thanks to their flight treasures, the pair moved faster than before. Like two butterflies, they weaved through the air, evading deadly strikes with agile precision.

“Damn it! These two brats are too fast. We can’t drag this out—if reinforcements arrive, we’re done for!” Ye Liuchuan growled.

“Use the Black Compass!” Ye Qingyun ordered.

Ye Qingyun pulled a compass from his storage pouch. Infusing it with spiritual energy, he tapped several points on its surface. The compass began to glow, projecting a massive eight-trigram array into the air.

The array was enormous, spanning nearly a mile. Its trigram symbols—Heaven, Earth, Fire, Water, Thunder, Mountain, Wind, and Lake—each lit up with radiant light.

At its center, the Yin-Yang fish rotated slowly, emitting a powerful suppressive force that bore down on Han Feng and Jiang Surou.

The overwhelming pressure immediately slowed them down, making their evasive movements sluggish and clumsy.

Their faces paled in horror. They knew they were in grave danger.

Sure enough, Ye Qingyun and Ye Liuchuan grinned savagely as they closed in.

“Han Feng, didn’t you say you were fast? Thought you could run? In this domain, even a dragon would be coiled, a tiger crouched.

You little brat—you ruined our plans to acquire the blood pill. Not to mention, you crippled several of our Ye family disciples recently.

Now, let’s settle all our scores. Leave your life here!”

With that, Ye Qingyun raised his sword and slashed at Han Feng.

With their movements hindered by the array, Han Feng couldn’t dodge in time. As the enemy’s attack closed in, he quickly embraced Jiang Surou and shouted,
“Wrap us in your wings!”

Jiang Surou immediately obeyed, wrapping them both in her wings. The enemies’ attacks struck at the same moment.

Boom!!!

The impact sent them hurtling through the air, blood spurting from their mouths. They crashed into the eight-trigram array with a heavy thud.

“Oh? Still alive? Let’s see how many more hits you can take!” Ye Qingyun sneered, preparing to strike again.

Both Han Feng and Jiang Surou were gravely injured. Their meridians screamed with pain, and they were barely holding themselves together.

Suddenly, Han Feng noticed the trigram symbol for Wind, the Xun position, glowing faintly on the array. It seemed to resonate with the Wind-Attribute power within him.

Among the eight-trigram positions, Xun governs the Wind!

Perhaps… there was a sliver of hope there.

Clutching Jiang Surou tightly, Han Feng staggered toward the Xun position.

The two enemies relentlessly pursued him.

Fortunately, Han Feng was currently at the Water, or Kan, position, just a step away from the Wind position. He quickly reached the Xun position.

As soon as he stepped into the Xun position, a surge of Wind-Attribute energy flooded into him, more familiar and powerful than anything he’d ever felt before.