The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 94

Jiang Surou never imagined that one day she’d be reduced to such a state by a man.

Panting heavily, drenched in sweat, she ignored her exhaustion and grabbed a cup of tea, gulping it down to rinse her mouth.

Back when she chose Han Feng, it wasn’t because she liked him—it was simply because she despised Ye Longyuan.

Though Ye Longyuan’s gaze was always warm and respectful, Jiang Surou could see the lustful hunger in his eyes, the way he craved her body.

She hated that. She didn’t want physical intimacy with any man.

She chose Han Feng because he was a nobody—a talentless weakling with no background. A man who wouldn’t dare force himself on her under the guise of being her Dao partner.

For the first month, everything worked as planned.

But a month later, things changed.

She had misjudged him.

This man… he wasn’t a useless nobody. His talent far surpassed hers. And he enjoyed intimacy with her—a lot.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if that was all. But to her shock, this seemingly shy, simpleminded boy turned out to have a wildly creative streak.

How infuriating! She had boarded a pirate’s ship and couldn’t get off.

Looking at the smug man lying on the bed, Jiang Surou wanted nothing more than to punch him a couple of times.

Still catching her breath, Jiang Surou finished rinsing her mouth, snorted coldly, and silently began dressing. Clad in snow-white robes that made her look like a celestial maiden, she sat by the window, crossing her legs to meditate.

After all, that was the role she was meant to play.

Han Feng, meanwhile, admired her ethereal beauty while casually pulling out his jade slip to chat with his good friend Wang Mian.

Wang Mian had left him a message during their earlier… passionate moment, and Han Feng hadn’t had the chance to listen.

“Yo, bro! What’s going on? I heard you were attacked by the Ye family again? On the sea, no less? What happened? Are you dead yet?”

Hearing this, Han Feng rolled his eyes and replied,
“Your old man isn’t dead yet, so shut that crow’s mouth of yours.”

“I heard all the disciples are rallying against the Ye family now. I also heard about what they did—those bastards! Killing so many mortals to refine pills just to help that scumbag Ye Longyuan break through? They deserve a thousand deaths!

I’m so pissed off. I wish I could flay every single one of them!”

“Alright, alright. Stop with the righteous indignation. This isn’t something you need to worry about. How’s your martial training going? It’s been over a month. Made any progress?”

“Progress? Tons of it! Let me tell you, the technique our ancestor gave me is incredible. My master says it’s practically the greatest martial art under heaven. As long as I put in the effort, the rewards are immense.

I’m already a Grade Nine Martial Artist. I’m super strong now—one punch can split a boulder in two.

My master said while my aptitude for cultivation isn’t great, my talent for martial arts is excellent. If I keep this up, my future accomplishments might even surpass his.”

Hearing this, Han Feng felt relieved. He had always carried some guilt over Wang Mian’s inability to pursue the path of cultivation.

“That’s good to hear. How are things for you over there? Do you want to come back? I can come pick you up and bring you to Luoxia Peak.”

“No need. These are sensitive times. You’ve just ruined the Ye family’s reputation, and they hate your guts. It’s better if neither of us goes out right now. Let’s wait until things settle down.

Otherwise, if we go out and get killed together, it wouldn’t be worth it, hahaha!

As for me, you know how it is. My days are pretty simple: eat, sleep, train, and bully those Ye family brats.

Those five under Ye Longquan? I’ve got them fetching water, chopping wood, cooking, and cleaning every day. If they mess up even a little, I beat them up.

I’m being personally trained by my master, and with this technique, my cultivation has progressed quickly—I’m already a Grade Nine Martial Artist. Meanwhile, they’re still unranked. I can crush all five of them single-handedly.

With my master backing me, life’s great!”

“That’s good to hear. But don’t overdo it. The trial against the Ye family is in a few days. According to our plan, the Ye family will be expelled from the sect, and we’ll all pursue them.

Those Ye family members will have to be dealt with, too.”

“In that case, I better bully them some more while I still can. Once they’re dead, I won’t have anyone left to bully, haha. Better make the most of it.

But hey, Han Feng, the Ye family has tens of thousands of members, most of whom are ordinary people. Are we… really going to kill them all?”

Hearing this, Han Feng let out a cold laugh and said,
“Logically speaking, none of the Ye family deserves to die, since the main culprits behind the massacre are already dead.

But once we take action, we must eliminate them completely. If you don’t uproot the weeds, they’ll grow back with the spring breeze.

Who wants to risk sparing someone from the Ye family who might grow into an extraordinary genius and come back for revenge? Everyone understands this logic—it’s not something you or I can change. The other major families won’t show any mercy.

Besides, the Ye family slaughtered tens of thousands of mortals. Shouldn’t their lives be repaid with the lives of the Ye family?”

Wang Mian was silent for a long time before finally replying,
“You’re right. That makes sense. Let’s do it. When the time comes, I’ll join the chase. Even if I can’t fight, I’ll have Zhang Xiu bring me along so I can watch from a distance.

Alright, no more chatting. It’s time for my training session.”

Han Feng put away his jade slip and turned to Jiang Surou. Watching her sit cross-legged with her eyes closed, diligently cultivating, he admired how the sunlight highlighted her long eyelashes, making them look like a work of art.

Unable to resist, he leaned in to plant a soft kiss on the corner of her lips, then picked up the little fox and headed back to his courtyard to bask in the sun.

After all, what could be more comfortable than lying around?

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Elsewhere, Wang Mian also set aside his jade slip. Picking up a whip, he lashed it across the backs of several Ye family disciples who were chopping wood. Ignoring their cries, he walked toward the waterfall.

The Ye family disciples, including Ye Longquan, glared at Wang Mian with eyes full of hatred. They had imagined countless ways to kill him but dared not act, forced instead to endure humiliation.

Wang Mian’s treatment of them was blatant bullying and abuse, completely disregarding their dignity as human beings.

Anyone unaware of the truth would likely want Wang Mian flayed alive for such cruelty.

But wasn’t it the Ye family who had transformed Wang Mian from a sunny, cheerful young man into a bitter and vengeful person?

Their suffering was their own doing—a fitting retribution.

Standing beneath the waterfall, Wang Mian stripped off his shirt, revealing his muscular frame. The torrent of water pounded against his body with immense force, causing him intense pain.

Yet he gritted his teeth and endured.

Because if he didn’t grow stronger, even when the time for revenge came, he would only be able to watch from afar.