The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 92

Jiang Surou explained their plan in detail.

After listening, Jiang Qingzun nodded and said,
“Not bad. It’s a solid plan. It avoids internal conflict among sect disciples, which would bring punishment from the Enforcement Hall, while ensuring the Ye family’s complete eradication to eliminate future threats.

This is a good plan. Our Jiang family must contribute, and we must contribute significantly.

Here’s what we’ll do: tomorrow morning, I’ll convene a meeting with the elders within the family and explain what needs to be done. I’ll ensure every Jiang family disciple participates in spreading this message.

And when it comes time to hunt down the Ye family, the entire Jiang family will take action—we’ll leave not a single one of them alive!”

“Good. When the time comes, Han Feng and I will also be there to take our revenge personally!” Jiang Surou declared.

Hearing this, Jiang Qingzun glanced at Han Feng and said,
“Don’t worry. When the time comes, Ye Longyuan will be left for you to kill personally. You’ll have your chance to eliminate your archenemy yourself.”

“Thank you, Uncle,” Han Feng said, standing and bowing respectfully.

“Sit down, Han Feng,” Jiang Qingzun said. “Over the next few days, we’ll be busy spreading this news. But the Ye family isn’t foolish—they’ll surely resent you two and may try to eliminate you to silence their most critical witnesses before the trial.

I think you and Surou should stay here at the Jiang family residence for now. With our Core Formation elders and myself here, I can guarantee your safety.”

Han Feng clasped his hands in gratitude and said,
“Thank you for your kindness, Uncle, but I think it’s better if we stay at our home on Luoxia Peak.”

Hearing this, Jiang Qingzun frowned.
“What’s wrong? Do you find the Jiang family’s hospitality lacking? Or is it that staying here makes you feel too constrained?”

Han Feng shook his head.
“Not at all, Uncle. It’s just that if the Ye family does send people to assassinate us, it could actually work in our favor.

If they attempt to silence us, we’ll gain even more evidence of their crimes, which could be used to create greater public outrage and strengthen our case against them.

I’ve previously fought two mid-level Foundation Establishment cultivators. I’m not boasting when I say that while I can’t defeat a Foundation Establishment cultivator, it’s impossible for them to kill me instantly and escape unnoticed.

As long as I can hold out for a short time, the Core Formation elders on the mountain and Master Si Yu will sense the spiritual energy fluctuations from the battle and come to our aid, potentially capturing the assassins alive.

I don’t think the Ye family would be willing to sacrifice a Core Formation expert just to assassinate us.

If it’s not too much trouble, I’d like to ask Uncle to lend us a defensive array capable of withstanding a single attack from a Core Formation cultivator. Once the matter with the Ye family is resolved, we’ll return it to you.”

Jiang Qingzun considered this for a moment before nodding.
“You make a good point. Using yourselves as bait to lure the Ye family into making further mistakes could be effective.

I’ll personally set up a defensive array for you two. But don’t say anything about borrowing it—it’s yours to use.

You know, Han Feng, you’re an excellent young man in so many ways, but you’ve never truly considered the Jiang family as your own or thought of us as your family.

Your character, morals, and talent are outstanding. I’ve said before that I wouldn’t misjudge you, and we’ve long treated you as one of our own.

This time, when you risked your life to let Surou escape while staying behind to fight, I knew you were a true man. Entrusting Surou to you was the right decision.

We’re family now, so let’s not make distinctions. Come, let’s go.”

—

Jiang Qingzun stood up and led the Jiang family members and Han Feng to Luoxia Peak.

When they reached Han Feng’s courtyard, Jiang Qingzun asked,
“This is your place?”

“Yes, Uncle. All the herbs inside were planted by me,” Han Feng replied.

“No, what I mean is… you two aren’t living together yet?”

“Father! What nonsense are you saying!” Jiang Surou exclaimed, her cheeks flushing as she scolded him.
“Our living arrangements are none of your business. We’re happy as we are.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t meddle. By the way, did you two receive the monthly resources the Jiang family sends to its direct descendants?”

Hearing this, Jiang Surou shot Han Feng a glare and said,
“We received them.”

The last time the Jiang family sent resources, Han Feng initially tried to decline but ultimately gave everything to Jiang Surou instead.

These resources included pills, spirit stones, and special items like Fire Spirit Crystals and Water Spirit Crystals.

Han Feng’s reasoning was simple: he didn’t want to owe the Jiang family too much, and giving these items to Jiang Surou allowed him to receive tenfold returns through his blessing.

In truth, the Jiang family’s resources remained within the Jiang family (through Jiang Surou), while Han Feng’s gains came purely from the blessings he received.

Since his relationship with Jiang Surou was still in its early stages, having just developed into romantic love, it hadn’t yet evolved into familial affection. He didn’t see himself as part of the Jiang family.

For Han Feng, dating and marriage were two entirely different matters. He didn’t yet understand that Jiang Surou’s possessions were essentially his, and vice versa.

Jiang Surou, unwilling to let her family know that Han Feng had given her all the resources, kept this to herself. Otherwise, Jiang Qingzun might feel that Han Feng didn’t regard them as family, which could create unnecessary tension.

Jiang Qingzun carefully set up a powerful defensive array, encompassing both Han Feng and Jiang Surou’s courtyards.

Seeing this improved array, Han Feng dismantled his own randomly-teleporting Blood Armor array, saving it for future use when traveling.

With everything in place, the Jiang family members returned to their home. Before leaving, Jiang Huaiyang patted Han Feng on the shoulder, offering words of encouragement and praise.

Undoubtedly, Han Feng’s brother-in-law was a good man.

—

By the time Han Feng and Jiang Surou returned to their loft, dawn had arrived. Exhausted from the day’s events, they were mentally and physically drained.

The two collapsed onto Han Feng’s large bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms, while the little fox dragged her small nest outside to sunbathe comfortably.

—

Meanwhile, chaos erupted throughout the sect.

The events of the previous day, amplified and spread by intentional efforts, quickly became the talk of the entire sect.

In no time, everyone—disciples, elders, townsfolk in the sect’s nearby settlements, and even people in surrounding regions—knew the story.

The Ye family’s heinous crimes of massacring tens of thousands of mortals to refine blood pills for Ye Longyuan’s cultivation breakthrough had shocked everyone.

And when the righteous trio of Gao Hai, Han Feng, and Jiang Surou discovered the atrocity, the Ye family attempted to silence them through murder. Gao Hai, outnumbered, died heroically, while Han Feng and Jiang Surou barely escaped with their lives, gravely injured but carrying critical evidence back to the sect.

The news spread like wildfire, igniting outrage across the sect.

Disciples denounced the Ye family for tarnishing the Yin-Yang Sect’s reputation, which had plummeted, turning them into a pariah among neighboring regions.

Even in the towns below the mountain, Yin-Yang Sect disciples were met with hostility and scorn from mortals.

After all, the common folk, being mortals themselves, empathized deeply with the victims of the massacre.

“If they can kill tens of thousands of mortals for pills today, what’s stopping them from killing us tomorrow?”