The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 93

To the common people, cultivators were like gods, capable of soaring through the skies and vanishing like spirits. These beings were supposed to protect them.

But now, these “gods” had slaughtered countless mortals—all for a single pill.

Even the lives of ants have value. Are ordinary mortals nothing more than livestock to be butchered by the powerful at will?

The people were furious. With no avenue for recourse, they banded together and drafted a collective petition, each signing their name in blood. They knelt at the gates of the Yin-Yang Sect, begging for justice and demanding that the sect punish the murderers of the Ye family.

With some deliberate instigation, the news spread far and wide, even reaching other sects.

The other three major sects within Min Country, alongside the royal court, all began pressuring the Yin-Yang Sect.

Min Country was a vast nation in the southeastern region of Tianxing Continent, spanning ten thousand miles north to south and eight thousand miles east to west. Within its borders were four major cultivation sects:

– The Yin-Yang Sect in the southeast,
– The Xuantian Sword Sect in the northeast,
– The Miaoyin Valley in the northwest,
– The Bloodcloud Palace in the southwest.

At the center of it all was the Min Royal Family.

These four sects were all renowned righteous sects, considered pillars of orthodox cultivation. Although they occasionally clashed and engaged in covert rivalries, they maintained amicable relations on the surface, united with the royal court in resisting evil forces.

Now, with such a vile family exposed within the Yin-Yang Sect, the other three sects saw it as an opportunity to put pressure on their rival. Even if it was just for the spectacle or to provoke discomfort, they wouldn’t let it slide.

Thus, the three sects sent transmissions to the Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect, sternly condemning the actions of the Ye family.

The Min Royal Family went a step further, issuing an official edict demanding that the Yin-Yang Sect severely punish the Ye family to restore the reputation of cultivation sects among the populace.

After all, this incident had tarnished not only the Yin-Yang Sect’s reputation but also that of the entire cultivation community in Min Country.

A righteous family slaughtering mortals to refine pills?

What about other so-called righteous sects? Have they engaged in similar deeds?

Moreover, the mortals in these regions and coastal areas were citizens of Min Country. How could the royal court turn a blind eye when thousands of its people had been massacred by the Yin-Yang Sect?

Under immense pressure from both inside and outside the sect, the Yin-Yang Sect’s Sect Master had no choice but to announce that the case would be publicly tried in three days. Justice would be served.

The Sect Master also ordered people to monitor the Ye family, forbidding any of them from leaving the sect before the trial to prevent their escape.

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Meanwhile, Han Feng remained blissfully unaware of the chaos outside. All eyes were now on him and Jiang Surou, yet he was sound asleep in his home.

Exhausted from the previous day’s ordeal, Han Feng and Jiang Surou clung to each other and slept for an entire day and night.

It wasn’t until the next morning that Han Feng finally woke up, stretching lazily.

Still groggy, he turned and embraced the soft, warm figure beside him, savoring the curves and heat of her body.

So soft… Holding my little Crispy Meat feels so good.

Han Feng nuzzled his nose against the back of Jiang Surou’s neck, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

As he opened his eyes, he saw that Jiang Surou was holding a jade slip, listening to a transmission.

“Alright, Brother, I understand. We won’t go out these next few days. We’ll wait until the trial.”

“Yes, keep an eye on the Ye family. Don’t let them escape or transfer their assets.”

“Don’t worry. Han Feng and I aren’t children.”

“…What? He’s awake? Nuzzling his nose? You old fool, what does it matter if we’re sleeping together or not? Mind your own business!”

Jiang Surou hung up the jade slip in a huff, then turned around to snuggle back into Han Feng’s arms.

“What was my brother saying just now?” Han Feng asked.

“He said things are progressing much better than expected. It’s only been a day and a night, and the news has already spread nationwide.

The sect’s disciples are furious, the mortals have submitted their collective petition demanding justice, and even the other three sects and the Min Royal Family are pressuring the Sect Master to severely punish the Ye family and expel them from the righteous path.

The situation outside has escalated dramatically. The Sect Master, under immense pressure, has announced that the trial will take place three days from now, at dawn, in the main plaza of Yin-Yang Peak’s grand hall, before the statue of the Daoist ancestor.

The trial will be open to all disciples and representatives from the other sects.

Not only will all the disciples attend, but the other three sects and the royal court will also send emissaries to observe.

This matter may seem small, but it’s actually significant because it has drawn so much attention. The immense public pressure makes it a crucial issue for the reputation of all righteous sects. That’s why so many forces are invested in it.

Han Feng, do you think we’ve taken things too far this time?”

Seeing Jiang Surou’s slightly furrowed brows, Han Feng reached out to smooth them with his fingers and said,
“Not at all. If anything, I think we haven’t gone far enough. If handled properly, this incident won’t weaken the sect’s reputation—it will elevate it.

As long as the Sect Master makes the tough decision to punish the Ye family severely and expel them from the sect, it will show the world that the Yin-Yang Sect is truly a righteous sect, unwilling to shelter wrongdoers or compromise its principles.

Such a firm stance will only enhance the sect’s reputation. Who wouldn’t want to join such a just and principled sect?”

“Alright then. As long as we can deal with the Ye family, that’s all that matters. That vile family has troubled us for too long—it’s time they paid the price.”

“I’m looking forward to the day I can personally take revenge,” Han Feng said with a smile.

Jiang Surou rolled her eyes at him and said,
“Are you looking to take revenge on the Ye family or on me? Where are your hands wandering now?”

Han Feng grinned mischievously and replied,
“How can this be called revenge? This is called love. What grudge could I possibly have against you?”

“Hah! My grudge against you is plenty. Back then, I was cold and distant toward you, and you must have held it against me. I bet you thought to yourself, ‘One day I’ll bully her, humiliate her, and make her pay for being so aloof.’ Isn’t that right? Don’t think I don’t know.”

Han Feng laughed and, putting on a mock serious face, mimicked her tone and expression from the first time they met:
“Hey, you’re Han Feng, right? I chose you only because you’re a loser who won’t pressure me.

Here, this is the allowance from our arranged pairing—take it. From now on, this immortal lady permits you to dual cultivate with me once every ten days.

Remember, this is a reward from me. Don’t you dare take it for granted!”

Jiang Surou burst out laughing and swatted at him.
“Ugh, I wasn’t that over-the-top! You must have held a grudge back then, didn’t you? Now you’re just waiting to get back at me?”

“Obviously! And I’m going to keep finding new ways to bully you and make you pay.

Come here, sweetheart. Open up—your husband’s got a new lesson for you today!”

“What? What do you mean?”

“This won’t do. Let me show you…”

“Get lost!”

“Mmff…”