Fanfic: Lay Flat

Chapter 61

Wang Mian's words left the three of them momentarily stunned.

After a brief silence, Han Feng finally said,

"An ancient body refining technique? So, you're giving up on cultivating immortality to practice martial arts that were already phased out?"

"Martial arts that have been obsolete for over a hundred million years?" Jiang Surou added, twisting the knife.

Wang Mian let out a bitter chuckle.

"Do I have another choice? My dantian is destroyed—I can't cultivate immortality anymore. Perhaps the Patriarch took pity on me and granted me this technique so I could rebuild myself.

Honestly, I don't think martial arts are that bad. Before Han Xianzun appeared, wasn't this world a martial arts utopia at its peak?

Back then, people didn't even have the concept of cultivating immortality. Everyone trained in martial arts, and there were still great masters who could fly, walk through walls, boil seas, and set forests ablaze. They were incredibly powerful.

And if I succeed in martial arts, I'll be pretty amazing too.

Imagine this: I don't have any immortal cultivation, so when someone scans me with their divine sense, they'll think, 'Oh, he's just a powerless mortal.' Then—bam!—before they know it, I've sucker-punched them into oblivion.

'Haha, didn't see that coming, did you? Turns out I'm a martial artist!'"

Wang Mian roared with laughter, showing no signs of despair over his inability to cultivate immortality. If anything, he seemed eager to reassure everyone else.

Jiang Surou, holding the little fox, said calmly,

"But martial artists are rare in this world. You have no foundation, and without a master to guide you, how do you plan to train on your own?

That said, speaking of masters, I remember hearing something from my father when I was little. Apparently, our Yin-Yang Sect once had a senior expert who, during his Core Formation stage, fought someone and had his dantian destroyed, losing all of his cultivation.

Everyone thought his life was over and stopped paying attention to him.

But surprisingly, he secluded himself in the back mountains and devoted himself to martial arts. Decades ago, when our sect was invaded by external forces, with Yunxiao Sect launching a massive attack, he emerged during a critical moment.

That battle was incredibly fierce. That senior stepped in and, with a single punch, incapacitated a Nascent Soul cultivator. Afterward, he single-handedly held off three other Nascent Soul experts without faltering.

Following his efforts, Yunxiao Sect was successfully repelled, and his name rose to prominence.

Later, we joined forces with other sects and counterattacked, ultimately annihilating Yunxiao Sect in one decisive strike.

The Sect Leader invited him to come out of seclusion and serve as an elder, but he refused. He didn't want any rewards either, choosing instead to remain in the back mountains, focusing solely on his martial arts.

Some people, impressed by his martial prowess, tried sending their less-talented disciples to him as students, but he never accepted a single one.

He's eccentric, never takes disciples, has no Dao partner, and trains alone.

Because he's so powerful yet so temperamental, most of us avoid that area entirely.

If we could somehow convince this senior to take you as a student, Wang Mian, then perhaps there's still hope for you to walk the martial path."

Hearing this, hope flickered in everyone's hearts.

But then Wang Mian said,

"But I'm just a poor kid. I have nothing to offer—how could I convince him to take me as a disciple?"

Han Feng immediately replied,

"Plenty of wealthier people have brought lavish gifts to him before, and he still didn't accept them.

Let's not overthink it. You won't get anywhere lying here like this. You've got to try, right?"

Jiang Surou nodded.

"Maybe we can ask Master to introduce us. With her reputation in the sect, it might help."

Han Feng thought of his alluring master and curiously asked,

"Do you think Master's influence is enough to make that senior accept Wang Mian?"

"Not necessarily," Jiang Surou said. "But it might at least stop that temperamental senior from killing us. Or, if he does try to kill us, Master could step in to shield us for a bit."

Everyone was shocked, visibly disturbed by the thought.

Zhang Xiu, unafraid of death, immediately said,

"Then let's go see Master right now!"

"Master rarely meets people without a proper reason. We'll need a good excuse," Jiang Surou said thoughtfully.

"But didn't Master say Han Feng could visit her after completing his outer disciple registration to receive a gift? We can use that as an opportunity. Worst case, Han Feng gives up his gift in exchange for Master's help introducing us."

"Sounds like a plan," Han Feng agreed immediately.

"Let's go," Jiang Surou said, turning to leave.

"Wait, there's one more thing," Han Feng said, grabbing her hand.

Both of them froze. Jiang Surou's cheeks turned noticeably pink as Han Feng quickly let go of her hand.

Jiang Surou's heart sank just a little.

Is he… rejecting me?

The once-proud prodigy and goddess of Luoxia Peak, Jiang Surou, never imagined she'd feel insecure about how a mere servant disciple perceived her.

She was Jiang Surou, the cold goddess in the hearts of countless young men.

Of course, the thought passed quickly, and she brushed it aside, her expression returning to normal.

Just as Han Feng was about to speak, Wang Mian suddenly chuckled.

"You're already Dao partners, and you're acting all shy about holding hands? Zhang Xiu and I sleep together every night! Do you two have to go through this whole 'dating' phase or something?

Han Feng, let me give you some advice as your brother. You're a grown man—be bold! Jiang Surou is the most beautiful flower of Luoxia Peak, and now's your chance! Don't mess it up, or one day she might decide she doesn't want you anymore.

You can't use the excuse of being a 'waste' who doesn't deserve her anymore. Everyone in the sect knows what a big deal you are now."

The little fox, thoroughly amused, poked her head out of Jiang Surou's arms and added,

"Exactly, exactly! Han Feng, stop being so wishy-washy! Just go snuggle up with Sister Little Crispy Meat already.

I hope the next person to sleep in Sister Little Crispy Meat's arms is you, not me!"

"Both of you, shut up!" Han Feng snapped through gritted teeth, his face flushing red.

Jiang Surou's face also turned red. For both of them, this was their first experience with such teasing, and neither had any idea how to handle it.

While Jiang Surou couldn't scold Wang Mian since she didn't know him well, she did have another outlet for her frustration. She grabbed the little fox by its tail, holding it upside down as she glared into its eyes.

"Care to explain what you mean by 'Little Crispy Meat'?"

"Little Crispy Meat is a delicious dish!" the fox said earnestly. "You take some meat, cut it into strips, coat it in a batter made of flour and starch, then fry it until it's golden.

Once it's fried, you take it out, soak it in a broth with salt and soy sauce, and cook it until tender. Sprinkle some cilantro on top and drizzle with sesame oil before serving.

Even the kids from next door would cry with envy!"

As the little fox began to drool, Jiang Surou's forehead filled with veins as she snapped,

"Is that what I'm asking you? Why are you calling me 'Little Crispy Meat'?"

"Because your name is Surou, isn't it? Doesn't it sound like 'crispy meat'? It makes you sound cute!"

T/L Note:

The playful nickname "Little Crispy Meat" (小酥肉, xiǎo sū ròu), as said playfully by the little fox in the original title, is derived from Jiang Surou's name (姜酥柔, Jiāng Sū Róu). Her name can be broken down into characters that evoke imagery of crispiness or tenderness: 酥 (Su) means "crispy" or "tender," while 柔 (Rou) means "soft" or "gentle."

In Chapter 22, Wang Mian previously called her "Little Tender Meat," humorously contrasting the delicate tone of her name with her cold and stern demeanor. However, in Chapter 61, "Little Crispy Meat" better reflects the playful, teasing tone used by the little fox, as it directly references a popular Chinese dish and adds a layer of humor to the interaction.

Chapter 62

The little fox thought she had given a great explanation, but when Jiang Surou glared at her again, she immediately sold out her accomplice.

"It wasn't me who came up with the nickname—it was Wang Mian! He's the one who started calling you that!"

Wang Mian guiltily turned his head away.

Han Feng quickly intervened, "Alright, stop messing around. I've got something important to do. Senior Sister, do you have any blank jade slips for recording techniques, divine abilities, or pill recipes? I need one."

"Yes, of course. These things aren't worth much."

Jiang Surou pulled out a jade slip and handed it to Han Feng.

Since he couldn't extend his divine sense, Han Feng pressed the slip to his forehead and engraved the first chapter of the Xun Art into it.

The Patriarch had deemed him unqualified to receive the complete Xun Art, but Han Feng had his own way to acquire it.

After completing the engraving, Han Feng handed the jade slip to Jiang Surou and said, "This is a powerful technique I received during the blessing, along with its accompanying initial divine ability. You can practice it—it's incredibly useful."

Jiang Surou was initially surprised, then shook her head.

"The technique you received… Everyone knows that your blessing lasted for four hours—far longer than anyone else's. It's clear you obtained something extraordinary.

The Sect Leader and Peak Masters haven't said a word about it, precisely to protect this secret, because everyone knows it must be something incredibly valuable.

Now you're giving it to me? This is too much. I can't accept it."

Wang Mian, always the loudmouth, chimed in, "Oh, give me a break. You're Dao partners—what's with all the formalities? Honestly, it's like you two aren't even close. Two people sharing a bed shouldn't act like strangers.

If it really bothers you, Senior Sister Jiang, just give Han Feng a copy of your blessing in return. One person shares their divine ability, the other shares theirs—it's a win-win! Why are you hesitating?"

"Shut up! I can't give him my blessing!" Jiang Surou snapped, her face flushing bright red. Her eyes darted away, and her voice softened as she stammered, "It's not that I can't… It's just… not the right time yet."

For someone usually so cold and composed, her sudden reaction and shy demeanor only made everyone more curious about what exactly her blessing entailed.

Jiang Surou eventually accepted the jade slip Han Feng offered and said, "Fine, I'll take this for now. I'll find a way to repay you later."

"It's no big deal. We're all on the same side."

At that moment, a notification rang out in Han Feng's mind:

[Han Feng has gifted his Dao partner the technique and divine ability Xun Art (First Chapter). You have received a tenfold return: the complete Xun Art. Would you like to claim it now?]

"Not yet," Han Feng replied inwardly.

He decided to wait until Wang Mian's affairs were resolved, and he had settled into his new residence, before reviewing the complete Xun Art.

—

Afterward, Han Feng left Wang Mian to rest at home while he and Jiang Surou went to complete his registration as an outer disciple.

As they left Zhang Xiu's home and flew into the air, Jiang Surou pointed to a single courtyard below her loft and said, "That courtyard is unoccupied. You can stay there—it's close to me.

But it's just temporary. With your current cultivation at the peak of the ninth layer of Qi Refining, it shouldn't take you more than a year or two to break through to Foundation Establishment. At that point, you'll become an inner disciple, or even a personal disciple of a Peak Master, and move to the mountaintop."

"Alright, thanks, Senior Sister."

Han Feng didn't want to live in Jiang Surou's loft. For one, it felt like imposing on her personal space, which would always make him feel like a guest in her home, a bit uncomfortable.

Secondly, her courtyard was too small, with a rocky foundation unsuitable for planting herbs. The courtyard she pointed out was perfect: a single-story structure with three rooms, a large yard, and plenty of space. It even sat below the large rock her loft rested on.

—

At the outer disciple registration office, Han Feng encountered the same disciple who had assisted him last month.

However, this time, the treatment was vastly different.

"Ah, if it isn't Senior Brother Han and Senior Sister Jiang! What an honor to have you here. Please, have a seat and enjoy some tea."

The disciple hurried to fetch chairs and pour tea for Han Feng and Jiang Surou, his demeanor completely ingratiating.

During Han Feng's last visit, the same disciple had been sarcastic and dismissive. Now, he seemed eager to lick their boots clean.

"This isn't necessary, Senior Brother," Han Feng said politely.

The disciple looked older than Han Feng, but in the cultivation world, strength determined seniority. Many referred to Jiang Surou as "Senior Sister," despite her young age. Likewise, Han Feng's cultivation and accomplishments now warranted the title of "Senior Brother."

"What brings you here today, Senior Brother Han?" the disciple asked eagerly.

"It's about last month's issue," Han Feng replied. "I wanted to register as an outer disciple, but your rules state that registrations are only processed on the first day of each month. That happened to coincide with the Ancestor's Ceremony, so it was delayed. I was wondering if I can complete the process today?"

"Of course! Absolutely! Even if no one else could, you most certainly can!" the disciple assured him enthusiastically.

Jiang Surou frowned and said, "Wait a moment. Since when does registration for outer disciples only happen on the first of the month? Isn't it supposed to be open every day?"

"Exactly. It's always been open daily," the disciple replied quickly.

Then, he hurriedly walked toward the entrance.

"That's strange. Last time I came, there was a sign saying registrations were only processed on the first…" Han Feng trailed off, watching as the disciple discreetly stashed the sign into his storage pouch.

"Sign? What sign? There's no such sign," the disciple said shamelessly.

Han Feng felt a vein throb on his forehead. Do you think we're all blind?

Jiang Surou snorted coldly,

"Hmph. They just wanted to slack off. The one responsible for verifying cultivations is a Foundation Establishment steward. He probably wanted to free up more time for his own training, so he made everyone register on the same day."

"Please don't be angry, Senior Sister Jiang. This was entirely our fault," the disciple said as he quickly pulled out a few spirit stones, pills, and two sets of robes, placing them on the table with a fawning smile.

"These are Senior Brother Han's monthly provisions. Outer disciples are entitled to five spirit stones and ten Condensing Qi Pills each month. I've prepared three months' worth for you. Please don't hold this against us."

Han Feng didn't feel too bothered. If he had become an outer disciple back then, Ye Longyuan would've immediately learned of his strength and sent stronger assassins. Without those attempts, Han Feng wouldn't have had the chance to retaliate, nor would he have obtained the 350-year-old White Lingluo Flower.

Without that sequence of events, he wouldn't have been able to outmaneuver Ye Longyuan during their fight in the secret realm.

Sometimes, setbacks pave the way for bigger opportunities.

So, Han Feng didn't blame the disciple. After collecting his provisions, he and Jiang Surou left to take Wang Mian to meet her master, Si Yu.

Chapter 62

The little fox thought she had given a great explanation, but when Jiang Surou glared at her again, she immediately sold out her accomplice.

"It wasn't me who came up with the nickname—it was Wang Mian! He's the one who started calling you that!"

Wang Mian guiltily turned his head away.

Han Feng quickly intervened, "Alright, stop messing around. I've got something important to do. Senior Sister, do you have any blank jade slips for recording techniques, divine abilities, or pill recipes? I need one."

"Yes, of course. These things aren't worth much."

Jiang Surou pulled out a jade slip and handed it to Han Feng.

Since he couldn't extend his divine sense, Han Feng pressed the slip to his forehead and engraved the first chapter of the Xun Art into it.

The Patriarch had deemed him unqualified to receive the complete Xun Art, but Han Feng had his own way to acquire it.

After completing the engraving, Han Feng handed the jade slip to Jiang Surou and said, "This is a powerful technique I received during the blessing, along with its accompanying initial divine ability. You can practice it—it's incredibly useful."

Jiang Surou was initially surprised, then shook her head.

"The technique you received… Everyone knows that your blessing lasted for four hours—far longer than anyone else's. It's clear you obtained something extraordinary.

The Sect Leader and Peak Masters haven't said a word about it, precisely to protect this secret, because everyone knows it must be something incredibly valuable.

Now you're giving it to me? This is too much. I can't accept it."

Wang Mian, always the loudmouth, chimed in, "Oh, give me a break. You're Dao partners—what's with all the formalities? Honestly, it's like you two aren't even close. Two people sharing a bed shouldn't act like strangers.

If it really bothers you, Senior Sister Jiang, just give Han Feng a copy of your blessing in return. One person shares their divine ability, the other shares theirs—it's a win-win! Why are you hesitating?"

"Shut up! I can't give him my blessing!" Jiang Surou snapped, her face flushing bright red. Her eyes darted away, and her voice softened as she stammered, "It's not that I can't… It's just… not the right time yet."

For someone usually so cold and composed, her sudden reaction and shy demeanor only made everyone more curious about what exactly her blessing entailed.

Jiang Surou eventually accepted the jade slip Han Feng offered and said, "Fine, I'll take this for now. I'll find a way to repay you later."

"It's no big deal. We're all on the same side."

At that moment, a notification rang out in Han Feng's mind:

[Han Feng has gifted his Dao partner the technique and divine ability Xun Art (First Chapter). You have received a tenfold return: the complete Xun Art. Would you like to claim it now?]

"Not yet," Han Feng replied inwardly.

He decided to wait until Wang Mian's affairs were resolved, and he had settled into his new residence, before reviewing the complete Xun Art.

—

Afterward, Han Feng left Wang Mian to rest at home while he and Jiang Surou went to complete his registration as an outer disciple.

As they left Zhang Xiu's home and flew into the air, Jiang Surou pointed to a single courtyard below her loft and said, "That courtyard is unoccupied. You can stay there—it's close to me.

But it's just temporary. With your current cultivation at the peak of the ninth layer of Qi Refining, it shouldn't take you more than a year or two to break through to Foundation Establishment. At that point, you'll become an inner disciple, or even a personal disciple of a Peak Master, and move to the mountaintop."

"Alright, thanks, Senior Sister."

Han Feng didn't want to live in Jiang Surou's loft. For one, it felt like imposing on her personal space, which would always make him feel like a guest in her home, a bit uncomfortable.

Secondly, her courtyard was too small, with a rocky foundation unsuitable for planting herbs. The courtyard she pointed out was perfect: a single-story structure with three rooms, a large yard, and plenty of space. It even sat below the large rock her loft rested on.

—

At the outer disciple registration office, Han Feng encountered the same disciple who had assisted him last month.

However, this time, the treatment was vastly different.

"Ah, if it isn't Senior Brother Han and Senior Sister Jiang! What an honor to have you here. Please, have a seat and enjoy some tea."

The disciple hurried to fetch chairs and pour tea for Han Feng and Jiang Surou, his demeanor completely ingratiating.

During Han Feng's last visit, the same disciple had been sarcastic and dismissive. Now, he seemed eager to lick their boots clean.

"This isn't necessary, Senior Brother," Han Feng said politely.

The disciple looked older than Han Feng, but in the cultivation world, strength determined seniority. Many referred to Jiang Surou as "Senior Sister," despite her young age. Likewise, Han Feng's cultivation and accomplishments now warranted the title of "Senior Brother."

"What brings you here today, Senior Brother Han?" the disciple asked eagerly.

"It's about last month's issue," Han Feng replied. "I wanted to register as an outer disciple, but your rules state that registrations are only processed on the first day of each month. That happened to coincide with the Ancestor's Ceremony, so it was delayed. I was wondering if I can complete the process today?"

"Of course! Absolutely! Even if no one else could, you most certainly can!" the disciple assured him enthusiastically.

Jiang Surou frowned and said, "Wait a moment. Since when does registration for outer disciples only happen on the first of the month? Isn't it supposed to be open every day?"

"Exactly. It's always been open daily," the disciple replied quickly.

Then, he hurriedly walked toward the entrance.

"That's strange. Last time I came, there was a sign saying registrations were only processed on the first…" Han Feng trailed off, watching as the disciple discreetly stashed the sign into his storage pouch.

"Sign? What sign? There's no such sign," the disciple said shamelessly.

Han Feng felt a vein throb on his forehead. Do you think we're all blind?

Jiang Surou snorted coldly,

"Hmph. They just wanted to slack off. The one responsible for verifying cultivations is a Foundation Establishment steward. He probably wanted to free up more time for his own training, so he made everyone register on the same day."

"Please don't be angry, Senior Sister Jiang. This was entirely our fault," the disciple said as he quickly pulled out a few spirit stones, pills, and two sets of robes, placing them on the table with a fawning smile.

"These are Senior Brother Han's monthly provisions. Outer disciples are entitled to five spirit stones and ten Condensing Qi Pills each month. I've prepared three months' worth for you. Please don't hold this against us."

Han Feng didn't feel too bothered. If he had become an outer disciple back then, Ye Longyuan would've immediately learned of his strength and sent stronger assassins. Without those attempts, Han Feng wouldn't have had the chance to retaliate, nor would he have obtained the 350-year-old White Lingluo Flower.

Without that sequence of events, he wouldn't have been able to outmaneuver Ye Longyuan during their fight in the secret realm.

Sometimes, setbacks pave the way for bigger opportunities.

So Han Feng didn't blame the disciple. After collecting his provisions, he and Jiang Surou left to take Wang Mian to meet her master, Si Yu.

Chapter 63

As for the usual process of verifying cultivation and aptitude before registration, it was completely skipped this time. With Han Feng's demonstrated combat prowess in the secret realm, such formalities were unnecessary.

The two robes he received were standard issue for outer disciples, though not many actually wore them. The sect didn't mandate the use of disciple robes.

While Wang Mian had recovered enough to walk with difficulty, Han Feng chose to carry him on his back to save time. Together, the group flew on their swords up the mountain.

Their destination was the main hall of Luoxia Peak, where Si Yu, the Peak Master, resided in a large courtyard behind the hall. Familiar with the route, Jiang Surou led them directly there.

"Disciple Jiang Surou, bringing disciples Han Feng, Wang Mian, and Zhang Xiu, requests an audience with Master!"

Standing in the courtyard, Jiang Surou clasped her hands and called out loudly.

"Come in," came the response.

A maid opened the door, and the four entered.

Han Feng took in the sight of the elegant and beautifully decorated sitting room. Si Yu was seated in a chair, her legs crossed. The slit in her dress revealed one smooth, slender, and perfectly sculpted leg—flawless and toned without an ounce of excess fat. It was exposed in full view of the group.

Both Han Feng and Wang Mian found their gazes fixated, utterly entranced.

"Don't need your eyes anymore?" Si Yu's calm voice floated over without so much as a glance in their direction.

The group quickly lowered their heads to pay their respects.

Only the little fox seemed utterly fearless. With a look of admiration, she quipped brightly, "Sister, your legs are so beautiful! I want to touch them… and maybe lick them too!"

Si Yu cast the little fox a peculiar look. If a man had dared to say such a thing to her, he wouldn't even know how he died. But when it came from this tiny, adorable fox, drooling with appreciation, it was oddly charming.

"You… little spirit beast. So, you're into this kind of thing? Or are you… a female spirit beast?"

"The love of beauty is universal, Sister! Your beauty transcends gender and species alike—everyone would admire it!"

The little fox's words were as sweet as honey.

Han Feng silently praised her cleverness. No wonder Jiang Surou likes her so much.

"This little one really knows how to talk."

Though her face was veiled, it was clear from Si Yu's eyes that she was smiling.

"Han Feng," Si Yu began, "I promised you before—upon becoming my disciple, I would give you a gift.

I've noticed that your sword is quite decent. It's likely a mid-grade spiritual treasure. But its dual function is its limitation—when you use it for flight, it can't be used for combat, and vice versa.

Your speed is impressive. Wind attributes excel in swiftness by nature. The gift I'm giving you will amplify that speed even further."

With a wave of her hand, a pair of wings, thin as cicada wings, appeared.

The wings were large, spanning nearly two meters when fully extended. They resembled the wings of a wild goose, semi-transparent with a framework of wing bones and feather-like blades below. Each feather glinted sharply, as though capable of slicing through steel.

"This is the Gale Wings of the Spring River, harvested from a Core Formation-stage ferocious beast—the Windborne Water Goose. They are both durable and versatile, capable of flight, defense, and even offense with their blade-like feathers.

Once refined, the wings will integrate into your body. Even if they sustain damage, since they are a living entity and not a crafted artifact, they can regenerate along with your own healing.

This is your first gift from me as your master. It's a mid-grade spiritual treasure. Take it."

However, Han Feng bowed deeply and said,

"Thank you for your generosity, Master, but I dare not accept such a valuable gift without earning it.

If you truly wish to aid this disciple, I have a request. I hope you will grant me this one favor.

My friend, Wang Mian, was crippled by Ye Longyuan in the secret realm, rendering him unable to continue his cultivation. Yet he still wishes to train. Since immortality is no longer an option, he hopes to learn the ancient martial arts of a bygone era.

I've heard that in the back mountains, there's a senior whose martial prowess rivals that of a Nascent Soul cultivator. I humbly request that you, Master, intervene and take us to meet this senior, in the hope that he might accept Wang Mian as a disciple.

If this senior agrees, my friend will have a new path to follow, and this disciple's greatest wish will be fulfilled."

Si Yu glanced at Wang Mian, then back at Han Feng. She smirked coldly.

"So, you want to use the gift I'm giving you as leverage to negotiate with me? Are you implying that I owe you something?"

Han Feng immediately replied, "Disciple wouldn't dare. I only wish to help my friend. Desperation led me to this request. I beg for your understanding, Master."

"So, you're refusing the gift I'm giving you?" Si Yu's voice turned icy.

Jiang Surou immediately shoved Han Feng forward. She knew her master's temper all too well—eccentric, mercurial, and impossible to resist. If her master decided to give someone a gift, no one dared refuse it.

Han Feng got the hint. He quickly stepped forward and accepted the Gale Wings of the Spring River with both hands.

"Thank you, Master."

"Alright, that's settled. Now let's talk about your friend."

Si Yu turned her gaze to Wang Mian and said,

"You're also a disciple of Luoxia Peak, under my jurisdiction. Technically, I'm responsible for your situation.

Your injuries can be healed, but the required spiritual medicine is beyond the reach of even the Yin-Yang Sect. Even if it could be found, the cost would be astronomical.

If the sect can't afford it, neither can you. After all, if that old relic, Pan Shan, had access to such miraculous medicine back in the day, he wouldn't have retreated to the back mountains to train in martial arts."

It was only then that they learned the senior's name: Pan Shan.

"That old relic has a strange temperament," Si Yu continued. "He's hard to approach, unpredictable—kind of like me."

So at least you're self-aware about being difficult… Everyone thought, their faces filled with silent exasperation.

"Many have tried to seek him out, offering rare treasures and spiritual stones to win his favor, but he rejected them all.

Visitors are chased away, their gifts thrown out. He respects no one—not even the Sect Leader. As for me, we can't exchange more than a few words without getting into a fight.

You must have already heard about his temperament before coming here. Why cling to the delusion that you can sway him?"

Wang Mian pondered for a moment before clasping his hands and saying,

"Master Si Yu, from what you've said, this senior seems to be a man of great integrity, uninterested in wealth or fame, entirely devoted to martial arts. I respect that deeply.

Since gifts and treasures won't sway him…

What if I offer him an ancient body refining technique instead?"

Si Yu sneered.

"An ancient body refining technique? Those have been lost for eons. Perhaps only ancient forces with billion-year legacies might have fragments of such knowledge.

And where would you, of all people, find such a thing?"

Wang Mian grinned and replied,

"My blessing from the ceremony. These techniques may be long lost to others, but not to the Immortal Dao Patriarch. He existed during that era and surely preserved its knowledge.

The Patriarch gave me the technique himself!"

Chapter 64

Hearing Wang Mian's words, Si Yu sat up straight, lowering her smooth and slender leg, which had been resting elegantly across the other. She covered it with her skirt and frowned slightly.

"Is what you said true? What's the name of this technique?"

Wang Mian hesitated, unsure whether to reveal it.

Seeing his hesitation, Si Yu smirked coldly, "Not bad. At least you've got some sense of caution. But let me be clear, I have no intention of stealing your technique, nor will I leak any information about it.

Cultivating immortality and martial arts cannot be pursued simultaneously. Even the Immortal Dao Patriarch abandoned martial arts before advancing in the immortal path.

They are two entirely separate systems of cultivation. While immortal cultivators have body-refining techniques, they are worlds apart from true martial arts.

Even if I obtained your technique, I wouldn't practice it. Why would I abandon my Nascent Soul cultivation to laboriously train in martial arts, with no guarantee of the upper limits?"

Relieved by her words, Wang Mian quickly explained, "No, no, Master Si Yu, you misunderstand me. It's just… the name of this technique is, uh… a bit outrageous. I was worried you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

In truth, Wang Mian was also concerned about the possibility of the technique being stolen and leaked. After all, the Ye family still had several disciples who had lost their cultivation; they might also want to train in martial arts.

Wang Mian wasn't about to dig his own grave.

"Oh? What's the name of this technique? How outrageous could it be?"

"The technique is called the Indestructible Vajra Art. At its peak, it claims to make the body indestructible and invincible."

Upon hearing this, Si Yu scoffed, "Any technique, when cultivated to its peak, can claim to be invincible. But how many people ever reach that level?

Still, your so-called indestructible technique sounds more like a method to enhance physical resilience and vitality. To defeat your enemies, you'll first need to outlast them—if you're tougher than them, you could wear them down to death."

Wang Mian scratched his head awkwardly and asked, "Do you think this technique might be enough to impress that senior?"

"I'm not sure. I don't understand martial arts, after all.

But presenting him with a martial arts technique is definitely unique. Since all other techniques have been lost, considering that old relic's obsession with martial arts, it might just pique his interest."

Si Yu pulled out two blank jade slips and handed them to Wang Mian.

"Record your technique onto these jade slips. Start with just the first half. If he's willing to take you as a disciple, then give him the second half.

If he refuses, he won't be able to fully utilize half a technique. That way, you won't lose anything."

"Understood. Thank you, Master."

Wang Mian accepted the jade slips respectfully and, mimicking Han Feng's earlier method, pressed them to his forehead, engraving the technique onto them.

Si Yu stood up and said, "For the sake of my two disciples, I'll take you to see him. But let me warn you, that old man is extremely difficult to deal with. If he tries to kill you, make sure you run quickly—I'll block him for as long as I can."

Her words sent chills through everyone, but for Wang Mian's sake, they were willing to face the danger.

Carrying Wang Mian on his back, Han Feng followed Si Yu with the rest of the group as they flew toward the northern part of the Yin-Yang Sect.

—

They reached a large mountain in the north. Han Feng observed that its peak was surrounded by numerous streams that converged into a lower pool. This pool lay beside a cliff, from which a stream cascaded down to form a magnificent waterfall.

Si Yu led them to the back of the mountain. From there, they saw that beneath the waterfall, by the pool, stood two simple wooden cabins. The structures appeared rudimentary—less sophisticated than even the servant quarters Han Feng had once lived in, which were at least made of brick.

"That's where that old relic, Pan Shan, lives," Si Yu said. "Huh? What are those people doing there?"

The group looked down and saw a large crowd gathered in the clearing outside the cabins. The crowd included both elderly and younger individuals.

The older ones looked anxious, while the younger ones… all had gaping holes where their dantians used to be.

It was a pitiful sight.

And as for how those dantian injuries happened, Han Feng was all too familiar with the cause.

They didn't descend immediately but instead hovered mid-air, observing what the Ye family was up to.

Standing in front of the cabin, Ye Longquan's father clasped his hands and said loudly, "Senior Pan Shan, this junior is a member of the Ye family. A hundred years ago, you were a close friend of my grandfather, Ye Qingmei. Today, I come to humbly request your assistance. I hope you can grant us an audience."

After a moment, the wooden door creaked open, and an old man stepped out.

He had long, white hair and an equally long beard, giving him the appearance of a hermit. But his disheveled look contrasted sharply with his muscular physique. Wearing only a sleeveless vest and shorts, his chiseled muscles bulged with strength, exuding an overwhelming sense of power. His appearance and build seemed completely mismatched.

With a bamboo chair in hand, Pan Shan placed it outside the door and sat down, his expression impatient.

"Were it not for your grandfather's sake, you wouldn't even get to see me. Speak. What do you want?"

Ye Longquan's father quickly replied, "Senior, here's the situation. During the recent Ancestor's Ceremony, an evil disciple infiltrated the secret realm. Our Ye family members did nothing to provoke him, but because of a minor grudge with one of our less reputable family members, he acted with brutal cruelty.

That despicable wretch destroyed the cultivation foundations of five of our disciples, shattering their dantians and forever breaking their connection to the immortal path.

Senior, you've experienced this kind of suffering yourself. Surely, you can empathize with their plight."

Hearing this, Pan Shan glanced at the five Ye family disciples. Upon seeing their ruined dantians, he nodded in acknowledgment.

"Indeed, that's a truly vile act. To do such harm to one's sectmates… such a person deserves to be killed as a warning to others. So, did the Sect Leader execute this disciple?"

"No, Senior. Though his character is abominable, his aptitude is excellent. The Sect Leader protected him, and he remains free to this day."

"Hmph. Someone like that doesn't deserve to live. But it's none of my business. Tell me, what do you want? Are you asking me to kill him for you?"

"No, no, Senior. Such a trivial matter wouldn't dare trouble you. We Ye family members will handle that ourselves.

Our request is about these five children. They're good kids, but now their immortal paths are forever severed. As parents, it's heartbreaking to see them like this.

So we've brought these gifts and humbly ask that you consider taking them as disciples. Please, teach them martial arts so they can pursue another path.

They're obedient and hardworking. They can fetch water, chop wood, cook, or do anything you ask. All we ask is that you teach them martial arts. They're willing to endure any hardship."

After speaking, Ye Longquan's father hurriedly signaled the crowd to present the gifts. The clearing was soon filled with an array of ornate boxes, piled high as offerings.

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Pan Shan didn't even glance at the gifts and said impatiently,

"Are you done talking? If you're finished, get lost. Take your gifts and leave with your people."

Ye Longquan's father, panic evident in his voice, quickly replied,

"Senior, we truly mean this sincerely. These young ones are good kids; their lives shouldn't be completely ruined like this. Please, at least for the sake of my grandfather, grant us a little leeway—just a bit of guidance would mean the world to them."

"If not for the fact that your grandfather, Ye Qingmei, is already dead, you wouldn't have the chance to even see me.

Every year, dozens, if not hundreds, of disciples come seeking to become my students. Have you ever seen me accept a single one?

Now leave. If you keep bothering me, don't blame me for throwing courtesy out the window."

"This…"

Ye Longquan's father hesitated, exchanging glances with the others as they used divine sense to strategize how to persuade this irritable senior.

Pan Shan, uninterested in further conversation with them, raised his gaze to the sky and said,

"You lot up there being annoying—what are you here for?"

Hearing this, Si Yu brought Han Feng and the others down from the sky.

The Ye family members turned to see who had arrived, and when they spotted Han Feng, their faces immediately twisted with resentment, their teeth clenched in fury. Hatred burned in their eyes.

However, with both Senior Pan Shan and Peak Master Si Yu present, they didn't dare act recklessly and could only suppress their hostility.

As they landed, Pan Shan's gaze fell on Han Feng. He frowned and said,

"Hmm? Such potent bloodline power. A natural talent for martial arts. Who are you?"

Wang Mian, assuming the question was directed at him, quickly said,

"Senior, I am—"

"Not you. I was asking the skinny kid carrying you. He doesn't look like much of a good guy."

Han Feng: ???

What about me doesn't look like a good guy? Just because I'm skinnier than you?

With a glance at the Ye family members, Han Feng clasped his hands and said,

"Despicable scoundrel."

"Huh? You're calling me that?"

Pan Shan's eyes sparkled with a dangerous glint.

"Senior, I wasn't insulting you. That's just my introduction. I am the so-called despicable scoundrel that the Ye family has been talking about. I'm the one who took down those disciples."

Ye Longquan ground his teeth and growled,

"Han Feng, you admit yourself to be a despicable scoundrel, huh?"

Pan Shan's expression darkened as he let out a cold snort.

"To do such harm to your fellow disciples… You must be a cruel, ruthless troublemaker. Since you've delivered yourself to my doorstep, I'll take it upon myself to clean up the sect on behalf of the Sect Leader!"

With that, he threw a punch at Han Feng.

In an instant, an overwhelming force crashed down like a mountain, suffocating Han Feng and triggering a life-threatening warning in his mind.

At the critical moment, Si Yu intervened. She raised her hand, summoning a water curtain that materialized before them, nullifying the force of Pan Shan's punch.

"There's malice. Very strong malice!"

The little fox exclaimed.

By the time your warning kicks in, I'd already be dead.

Ignoring the little fox, Han Feng addressed Pan Shan with a bow,

"Senior, are you truly going to condemn me based solely on the Ye family's one-sided claims? If the Ye family said the entire sect had rebelled and was out to kill them, claiming innocence for themselves alone, would you also believe them and wipe out all the sect's disciples?"

Hearing this, Pan Shan retracted his fist and snorted coldly,

"That's ridiculous."

"Then shouldn't the same principle apply to me? I'm also a disciple of the sect. Even the Enforcement Hall insists on cross-examinations to discern truth from lies, ensuring no innocent person is wrongfully punished.

Senior, you are a revered elder of the Yin-Yang Sect, admired by countless disciples, and once saved the sect during its darkest hour. So why, now, would you unjustly destroy a disciple you once swore to protect?"

Pan Shan settled back into his chair and said,

"Interesting. Everyone knows my temper is unpredictable, yet here you are, a mere Qi Refining disciple, speaking to me with neither humility nor fear. It's rare.

Fine, tell me the story from start to finish. Just know, I'm not here to pass judgment—I'm just curious to hear the tale."

Han Feng was speechless.

This old man really is unpredictable. One second, he's ready to kill without hesitation; the next, he's casually asking for gossip. His temperament is impossible to grasp.

"Then I'll keep it brief," Han Feng began.

"There's a disciple from the Ye family who pursued my Dao partner. However, she didn't choose him—she chose me instead. This infuriated him, and he sent people to assassinate me three times and framed me once.

I managed to survive all of it.

When we entered the secret realm and he realized he couldn't defeat me directly, he captured my innocent friend and left him in this state."

Han Feng placed Wang Mian down, revealing the injuries to his dantian.

Continuing, he said,

"That Ye Longyuan, despite everything he's done to me, at least had a motive. In the end, it was a matter of personal grudges, and I can accept that. Win or lose, it's all part of the game.

But my friend had no quarrel with him—he didn't even know him. To use my friend as leverage, to destroy him so utterly, just to get at me…

Senior, you are a man of justice and principle. If your enemy harmed your friend this way, would you not seek vengeance?"

"Of course, I would!" Pan Shan replied without hesitation.

"An enemy who harms my friend deserves revenge. Failing to avenge my friend would make me less than human."

"Exactly. So, when dozens of them surrounded me, I simply crippled a few of them in return."

Han Feng gestured toward the nearby Ye family disciples.

Furious, Ye Longquan pointed at Han Feng and shouted,

"Han Feng, don't you dare slander us—"

"With tens of thousands of witnesses, do you think you can deny it?" Han Feng snarled.

"You…!"

Ye Longquan was at a loss for words. The evidence was irrefutable. Tens of thousands of disciples had seen it happen; there was no escaping the truth.

Pan Shan, though unpredictable, wasn't a fool. He quickly pieced together the situation and understood that Han Feng was telling the truth.

Satisfied, he nodded and said,

"Not bad. Clear distinctions between right and wrong, and a willingness to seek justice. I like that. Now, your story is finished. What brings you here?"

Han Feng wasted no time.

"Senior, our purpose is the same as theirs. My friend's dantian is completely destroyed, leaving him unable to cultivate. We've come to ask if you'd be willing to take him as a disciple and teach him martial arts."

Pan Shan frowned.

"Martial arts training is grueling. Refining the body is an excruciating process—it's nothing like cultivating immortality, where you can simply sit and meditate to refine spiritual energy. Most people can't endure that level of hardship."

The Ye family members frowned in unison, sensing that Pan Shan was considering taking Wang Mian as a disciple.

Wang Mian quickly said,

"Senior, I'm not afraid of hardship. No matter how tough or exhausting it is, I'm willing to endure it. I was born into a poor farming family and have been accustomed to hard work since I was a child. I'm not like those pampered disciples from great families."

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The Ye family disciples glared furiously at Wang Mian, their faces filled with indignation.

Seriously? Even now, you're still trying to badmouth us?

Pan Shan nodded and said,

"Alright, I understand."

Hearing this, Wang Mian was overjoyed and immediately asked,

"Senior, does this mean you'll take me as your disciple?"

Han Feng and the others were equally ecstatic.

However, once again, Pan Shan demonstrated just how unpredictable he was.

With a wide grin, he said,

"Heh, I refuse."

Everyone froze in place, their expressions turning to stone.

Wait, so after all this… you're not accepting him? Then why were you rambling on and on?

Leaning back into his bamboo chair, Pan Shan raised a hand and pointed at Han Feng.

"You, skinny kid. I haven't even examined your bloodline, but your robust vitality and vigorous aura scream potential. You'd be a great candidate for martial arts training.

If you want to learn martial arts under me, I might consider taking you on for a trial period to see how you do.

As for that kid, forget it. He can go back to wherever he came from. I've had plenty of people like him come begging to be my disciple. Look, even over there—those guys brought gifts worth tens of thousands of spirit stones, and I didn't accept them either.

And you think you can waltz in here with nothing but empty words and convince me? Get real."

The Ye family disciples, overhearing this, were elated.

Sure, their fate was tragic, but seeing their enemy share the same misery was deeply satisfying.

Wang Mian, panicking, quickly said,

"What if I have a gift that you can't refuse?"

"Oh?" Pan Shan raised an eyebrow. "A gift that I can't refuse? Kid, I've lived for centuries. From Qi Refining to Core Formation, and from Core Formation to losing it all before retraining in martial arts to reach a level comparable to the Nascent Soul stage—what haven't I seen? What could possibly impress me?"

Wang Mian glanced at the Ye family, hesitant to reveal anything in front of them.

He said,

"Senior, this isn't the place to discuss it. Could we speak in private inside your cabin?"

Beside him, Peak Master Si Yu also said,

"Old man, just do me this favor. Take a look. If you don't like it, we'll leave immediately. How about that?"

Pan Shan hesitated for a moment before standing and heading into the cabin.

"Hmph. If you're playing games with me, you won't like the consequences."

Si Yu turned to Wang Mian and said,

"Let's go. I'll go with you."

The two followed Pan Shan inside.

—

Outside, this left Han Feng, Jiang Surou, and Zhang Xiu alone with the Ye family.

The Ye family disciples turned their glares toward Han Feng, their hostility palpable, their postures threatening.

Han Feng chuckled and said,

"What's this? Planning to attack me? Let's see—do you think you can move faster than my Nascent Soul-stage master can intervene?"

Hearing this, the Ye family members glanced nervously toward the cabin.

They immediately backed down, behaving like obedient puppies.

Ye Longquan snorted coldly,

"Hmph. You cowardly lapdog. Without the Jiang family and Peak Master Si Yu, you're nothing."

"And without the Ye family, I could crush you with one hand. So what's all your barking about?" Han Feng retorted mercilessly.

—

Inside the cabin…

Once inside, Si Yu waved her hand, setting up a soundproof array that also blocked any divine sense from spying on them.

Pan Shan said,

"Alright, Si Yu. Show me this so-called gift."

Wang Mian pulled out a jade slip from his sleeve and handed it to Pan Shan.

Pan Shan accepted it and scanned it with his divine sense. Despite having lost his immortal cultivation, his divine sense remained as strong as ever from his past training.

At first, his expression was indifferent. Then, he began to frown. Moments later, his eyes widened in shock, and finally, his face lit up with excitement, his gaze becoming fervent.

"This… this looks like an ancient martial arts technique! Where did you get this? Incredible, truly incredible! If I had possessed such a technique back then, I wouldn't have had to painstakingly forge my own path in martial arts. If I had this, I might have been able to fight toe-to-toe with Nascent Soul experts by now!

Wait… why is there only half of it? Where's the other half? Where is it?!"

Pan Shan, overwhelmed with excitement, reached for Wang Mian, clearly intent on demanding the missing portion of the technique.

Si Yu immediately stepped in between them, laughing coldly.

"Well, old man, what do you think of this gift? Are you satisfied?"

"I'll ask you again—does the second half exist? Without it, this technique is incomplete and can't reach even a fraction of its potential!" Pan Shan, no longer calm and collected, resembled a starving man who had caught sight of a banquet but could only smell the food without tasting it.

"The second half certainly exists," Si Yu replied. "But you'll have to agree to take him as your disciple and teach him wholeheartedly, holding nothing back. Only then will he hand over the complete technique to you.

Otherwise, why should he give you an ancient martial arts technique for free?"

"You're right," Pan Shan admitted. "That's fair. Taking on a disciple in exchange for an ancient martial arts technique—sounds like a great deal to me.

Kid, where did you get this technique? Who gave it to you? As far as I know, such techniques have been lost for ages."

Wang Mian quickly explained,

"I received it during the Ancestor's Ceremony in the secret realm. The Immortal Dao Patriarch himself granted it to me. Perhaps he took pity on me after my cultivation was destroyed and didn't want my path to end."

Pan Shan nodded thoughtfully.

"That makes sense. Others may not have it, but the Patriarch certainly would. A figure of his caliber, with insight into everything… it's only fitting that he had this.

Alright, kid. I'll take you as my disciple and teach you with all my heart. From today onward, you and I will train together in this Indestructible Vajra Art. I'll guide you while learning it myself. How does that sound?"

Wang Mian, overjoyed, was about to agree when Si Yu cut in sharply,

"Hold it. You need to swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao: that you'll teach Wang Mian with full dedication, protect him, and not pass this technique to anyone else without his consent.

I don't want to see you kicking him out after getting the complete technique and then teaching it to others."

Pan Shan erupted in anger.

"Si Yu, what do you mean by this? Do you think I, Pan Shan, am some petty, dishonorable scoundrel?"

Si Yu sneered.

"This is called 'better safe than sorry.' You know your own temper, Pan Shan. I don't trust you.

Besides, the oath won't harm you in any way. If you genuinely intend to teach him with full dedication, what do you have to fear from the Heavenly Dao?"

"Fine, I agree!"

Pan Shan pulled out a wisp of divine sense from his forehead and declared,

"I, Pan Shan, swear upon the Heavenly Dao that once Wang Mian provides the complete technique, I will train him wholeheartedly, protect him, and never pass this technique to others without his consent. Should I violate this oath, may my soul scatter into nothingness!"

Hearing this, Wang Mian immediately took out the second half of the jade slip, handing it over with both hands. He then knelt and kowtowed three times.

"Disciple greets Master!"

"Heh heh, good boy. Stand up," Pan Shan said with a strange smile. Then, pointing toward the doorway, he asked,

"Disciple, you've got some grudges with those people outside, don't you? Want to settle them?"

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"Huh? Revenge?"

Wang Mian was momentarily stunned before his face lit up with delight. He quickly said,

"Of course I want to! But… killing is against sect rules, and I'd have to pay with my life for it."

"Ugh, look at you. All you think about is killing. Don't be so bloodthirsty. Wouldn't it be better to find another way to vent your anger and settle the score? Something just as satisfying without breaking the rules?

When practicing martial arts, it's important to stay calm, cultivate a peaceful mind, and refine your character. Understand?"

Wang Mian was speechless. Senior, with your temper, do those virtues really apply to you?

"Let's go," Pan Shan said, clearly in high spirits. He opened the door and stepped out, leading Wang Mian and Si Yu back outside.

As they emerged, all eyes turned to them.

Han Feng glanced at Wang Mian, who gave him a look that signaled everything had gone well. Only then did Han Feng relax.

Pan Shan casually sat back in his bamboo chair and looked toward the Ye family disciples.

"I've changed my mind," he said. "There's an old saying: saving a life is more virtuous than building a seven-story pagoda.

These children are young, and their immortal paths have been severed—what a pity.

Out of respect for my friendship with your elders, I'll take these five as registered disciples. In my spare time, I'll guide them in martial arts."

The Ye family members were ecstatic at this unexpected turn of events. Ye Longquan, Ye Wen, and the other three immediately knelt down and shouted,

"Disciple greets Master!"

Han Feng's expression instantly darkened. Now that Wang Mian has been accepted, but so have these people… won't they gang up to bully him later?

Meanwhile, the Ye family members were oblivious to Wang Mian's situation. They took delight in the thought that Han Feng's group must have failed spectacularly. What a joke—trying to one-up us, only to end up helping Pan Shan accept us instead. The look on Han Feng's face! So grim it could drip water. Absolutely satisfying.

But the next moment, Pan Shan smiled and added,

"Alright, alright, everyone stand up and pay your respects to your senior brother."

Pan Shan gestured toward Wang Mian.

The Ye family disciples' minds went blank.

What?

Senior brother?

What's going on?

This country bumpkin was now their senior brother? Just like that?

"Master… is there some kind of misunderstanding here? How could Wang Mian possibly be our senior brother?" Ye Longquan asked in disbelief.

"He is my first disciple and also my only personal disciple. Why wouldn't he be your senior brother?" Pan Shan replied.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Master, Wang Mian is just a bumpkin from the countryside. How could he ever be our senior brother? He doesn't deserve it!"

Pan Shan's face immediately darkened. Letting out a cold snort, he said,

"Hmm? Are you questioning my decision? Hmph! Questioning your master and insulting your senior brother—such offenses cannot go unpunished!

Wang Mian, go give him ten slaps to teach him a lesson!"

"Master… is there some kind of misunderstanding here? How could Wang Mian possibly be our senior brother?" Ye Longquan asked in disbelief.

"He is my first disciple and also my only personal disciple. Why wouldn't he be your senior brother?" Pan Shan replied.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Master, Wang Mian is just a bumpkin from the countryside. How could he ever be our senior brother? He doesn't deserve it!"

Pan Shan's face immediately darkened. Letting out a cold snort, he said,

"Hmm? Are you questioning my decision? Hmph! Questioning your master and insulting your senior brother—such offenses cannot go unpunished!

Wang Mian, go give him ten slaps to teach him a lesson!"

Wang Mian's spirits soared at the command. Despite his shaky footing, he forced himself to stride over, rolling up his sleeves with a sinister grin and raised his hand to deliver a heavy slap across Ye Longquan's face.

Han Feng stood to the side, laughing so hard it felt like his stomach might cramp.

Ye Longquan's expression twisted with rage as he prepared to retaliate, but Wang Mian glared at him and barked,

"I'm your senior brother!"

"I…"

Ye Longquan froze. His raised fist hovered mid-air, unsure whether to hit or retreat.

Ye Longquan's father furrowed his brow and said,

"Senior, what is the meaning of this?"

"What's the meaning?" Pan Shan replied. "They've knelt. They've bowed. They're my disciples now. On my turf, they follow my rules.

Every family has its rules, and so does every sect.

But no matter where you go, respecting your master and honoring your elders is fundamental, isn't it?"

"That may be true," Ye Longquan's father said, "but Wang Mian's aptitude is mediocre. What qualifies him to be your chief disciple?"

Pan Shan snorted coldly.

"That's my business, not yours. If you're dissatisfied, feel free to take your gifts and leave.

I'm giving you one last chance. If you want to stay and learn martial arts, you'll follow my arrangements completely.

If you don't want to stay, leave now while you still can.

And let me make this clear: martial arts training isn't like cultivating immortality. Refining the body is grueling and painful—it's not for the faint of heart.

If you stay now and later decide you can't handle it, don't expect me to let you leave!"

The Ye family disciples hesitated.

When they arrived, they had desperately hoped Pan Shan would accept them. Now, he had, but the prospect of suffering under Wang Mian's authority was unbearable.

As the chief disciple and personal disciple, Wang Mian outranked them as mere registered disciples. There was no doubt they'd be subjected to endless humiliation under him.

But leaving wasn't an option either. Opportunities to learn martial arts from someone of Pan Shan's caliber were exceedingly rare. If they walked away now, their chances of finding another master were slim to none.

Faced with the choice between momentary humiliation and a lifetime of wasted potential, the answer was clear.

Ye Longquan gritted his teeth and said,

"Master, I misspoke earlier. I accept my punishment. There are still nine slaps remaining. I ask Senior Brother Wang Mian to finish them so I can learn my lesson and better respect my elders in the future."

Wang Mian sneered.

"Hmph. You said it yourself!"

Without hesitation, he began slapping Ye Longquan across the face, switching hands as he went. He didn't hold back in the slightest.

The satisfaction of openly striking an enemy who couldn't fight back was indescribable.

By the time Wang Mian finished the ten slaps, Ye Longquan's face was swollen beyond recognition. It was clear Wang Mian had vented every ounce of his frustration.

After all, when the Ye family had shattered his dantian, they hadn't held back either. And when Ye Longquan had betrayed Han Feng's whereabouts to Ye Longyuan, he hadn't shown any mercy then, either.

Wiping his hands clean, Wang Mian turned to Pan Shan and bowed.

"Master, I've completed the task."

"Good."

Pan Shan shifted his gaze to the Ye family members and said,

"Alright, leave your disciples and gifts here, then go back and send some servants over to build additional houses. My disciples can't be expected to sleep outdoors. Build them quarters, a kitchen, and latrines—everything they'll need."

"Of course, Senior. We'll see to it immediately," Ye Longquan's father said hurriedly.

"However, Senior, we also hope that while teaching these children, you'll ensure their safety. They are innocent and good kids who happen to have grievances with Wang Mian. Please make sure he doesn't abuse his position to harm them."

"Don't worry. Outside this valley, I don't care what happens. But within this territory, none of my disciples will die—unless I die first!"

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With Pan Shan's assurance, both Han Feng and the Ye family members felt a sense of relief.

They had both been worried about the other side taking the chance to harm their people.

Now, Han Feng no longer had to worry about Wang Mian. With Pan Shan protecting him, it was almost impossible for anything bad to happen.

The Ye family left behind their disciples and gifts, returning to prepare building materials and organize servants to construct new accommodations. This wasn't just for their children—it was also a rare opportunity to forge ties with Pan Shan, who had never previously accepted gifts.

Han Feng borrowed a communication jade slip from Jiang Surou and handed it to Wang Mian, saying,

"Wang Mian, stay here and focus on your training. Learn martial arts from the elder. Every few days, head to Luoxia Peak to spend time with Zhang Xiu.

If you ever want to return, send me a message, and I'll come to pick you up. Don't try to go back alone.

The route from here to Luoxia Peak is long and winds through dense forests—prime territory for ambushes. Those Ye family kids will know your movements well.

Given their nature, the Ye family won't miss any opportunity to kill you or me. Be cautious and don't gamble with your life."

Wang Mian accepted the jade slip and tucked it into his storage pouch. Grinning, he said,

"Don't worry. What are friends for? From now on, you're my driver. Wherever I want to go, you'll have to take me, hahaha!"

Pan Shan turned to Han Feng and said,

"Hey, kid. Since you're so close to him, why not stay here too? Train in martial arts with me—it'll even let you keep a closer eye on him.

Your bloodline power is incredibly potent, and though your body's a bit scrawny, it has potential. With training, you could really bulk up.

If you stay, I'll accept you as my personal disciple too. What do you think?"

Han Feng felt a throbbing headache and immediately responded,

"Senior, I have decent aptitude for cultivating immortality, and I've worked hard for many years. I don't want to abandon my path of immortality; I'd like to continue my cultivation."

"Why does that matter? You're just at the Qi Refining stage. If you abandon your cultivation now, it's not like you've lost decades or centuries of work. You're such a promising talent—it'd be a waste not to train in martial arts. Come on, join me!"

Seeing Pan Shan's enthusiastic insistence, Han Feng silently cursed in his heart.

If martial arts were so great, why did the Immortal Dao Patriarch, Han Xianzun, cultivate immortality in the martial world instead?

"Thank you for your kind offer, Senior, but I'm lazy by nature. I can't endure the hardships of martial arts and prefer to quietly meditate and cultivate immortality. I'm truly sorry."

Hearing this, Pan Shan let out a sigh but still offered a parting word of advice:

"Fine. But if you ever lose your cultivation, remember to come find me and train in martial arts."

Close that cursed mouth of yours! Han Feng gritted his teeth in frustration.

Si Yu interjected coldly,

"He's my disciple. He can only have me as his master. Enough of this. Let's go."

Fearing that Pan Shan might continue to pester them, Si Yu waved her hand, lifting Han Feng, Jiang Surou, and Zhang Xiu with a burst of spiritual energy and flying them back toward Luoxia Peak.

Pan Shan shook his head regretfully, then turned to his disciples and said,

"What are you standing around for? Strip off your clothes."

"Huh?"

Wang Mian and the five Ye family disciples were collectively shocked.

Does Master… have some kind of weird fetish?

"What are you imagining? Take off your shirts. Bare your chests and get into horse stance. We're starting with the basics!"

"Understood!"

—

On the way back, Si Yu, without turning her head, asked Jiang Surou and Han Feng,

"You two have been Dao partners for a month now. How many times have you dual cultivated?"

"Huh?"

Their reactions were identical to Wang Mian's earlier.

Unseeing their expressions, Si Yu continued,

"Let me tell you something. Dual cultivation is beneficial but should be done in moderation. You're both young, full of vigor, and it's easy to overindulge once you've tasted it, leading to excessive indulgence.

Without proper control, it can have adverse effects.

Ideally, you should limit it to once a day. Twice every two days is even better. Though I've never practiced the Yin-Yang Sect's foundational techniques myself, nor have I dual cultivated, I've studied the system.

You're still young, so you should temper yourselves. Otherwise, you'll lose interest over time and grow lazy about dual cultivating. Do you understand?"

Jiang Surou's cheeks turned bright red as she replied,

"Master… we… we haven't dual cultivated yet."

"What? It's been a month, and you two haven't dual cultivated even once?"

Si Yu frowned, then said,

"Come back with me. We'll talk."

Her tone wasn't friendly, and both Jiang Surou and Han Feng instinctively shrank back in fear.

—

Back at Si Yu's residence, the three stood respectfully while Si Yu sat in her chair. She leaned back, crossing one smooth, pale leg over the other, exuding the aura of a queen.

She looked at Han Feng and Jiang Surou like a strict teacher addressing her students.

"What's going on with you two? Why haven't you dual cultivated even once? The sect provided you with free cultivation techniques specifically for this purpose. Do you know how many people from other sects envy our Yin-Yang Sect for this practice and fail to achieve what we have?

You've been given this opportunity for free, and yet you're not using it?

Why is the Yin-Yang Sect the strongest sect within a thousand miles of the Eastern Coast of Tianxing Continent? It's because every disciple has a Dao partner. Through dual cultivation, they enhance their cultivation and improve their constitution, achieving twice the results with half the effort!

The sect even holds matchmaking events every year to help you find Dao partners and encourage cultivation.

And you two? With your exceptional aptitudes, dual cultivation would yield outstanding results. Why aren't you doing it?

Sure, Jiang Surou has a colder personality, but Han Feng, why can't you take the initiative? Are you not interested in women? And why have you been staring at my legs this whole time?"

Han Feng's face flushed scarlet, and he quickly lowered his head.

He'd been caught.

Jiang Surou kept her head down, not daring to speak. But as the man in the relationship, Han Feng felt he couldn't remain silent.

"We met at the matchmaking event. We're not close."

"Not… close?"

Si Yu was momentarily stunned by his response, then burst into laughter—though it was more out of anger than amusement.

"Hah! Not close? Plenty of people aren't close when they first become Dao partners. Can't you build a relationship? Exchange gifts? Go on walks in the forest, hold hands, maybe steal a kiss?

Relationships are cultivated, you know?

Zhang Xiu, answer me. Have you and Wang Mian dual cultivated?"

Caught off guard, Zhang Xiu, blushing furiously, stammered but couldn't refuse to answer her master.

"Except during my monthly cycle… once a day."

Han Feng's eyes widened in shock.

"Wang Mian is that hungry?"

"Shut up! Focus on your own problems. Even Zhang Xiu knows to dual cultivate daily. And you two?

With your excellent aptitudes and perfect conditions, not to mention being Dao partners, you're wasting such a golden opportunity. It's absurd!

From now on, when you return, start dual cultivating immediately. At least once every two days. No exceptions!"

"Understood, Master!"

Chapter 69

The three of them left Peak Master Si Yu's room in what could only be described as a retreat, flying down the mountain as if fleeing for their lives.

"Um… Senior Brother, Senior Sister, I'll head home now. You two can… talk." Zhang Xiu made a quick escape.

This left Han Feng and Jiang Surou standing awkwardly, neither knowing what to say or do.

Han Feng broke the silence.

"Uh… I'll go move into my new place first. Once I'm settled in, I'll come find you."

"Okay."

Jiang Surou immediately retreated to her loft.

The little fox perched on Han Feng's shoulder wasted no time mocking him.

"Coward. What kind of man are you? Hah, you can't even hold hands or steal a kiss from your own Dao partner without your master forcing you to do it. You're the most pathetic excuse for a man I've ever seen."

"Shut up! Stop talking! If you keep this up, I'll sell you off!"

Han Feng flicked the little fox's head, then flew down the mountain.

—

At the small courtyard at the base of the mountain, Han Feng began collecting his things. First, he carefully packed away his beloved reclining chair, then uprooted all the herbs in the yard and stored them in his pouch.

Technically, these herbs belonged to the sect, as Han Feng only had management rights, not ownership. But given his current status, pocketing a few herbs was hardly an issue. He had grown attached to them after raising them personally.

After that, he dismantled the protective formation and went into the house.

Looking at the worn-out bedding that had become "cold as iron after years of use," Han Feng decided he didn't want it anymore. Now that he had money and a new home, it was time to upgrade his living standards.

Han Feng resolved to treat himself and buy some new furniture. After all, when Jiang Huayang had visited last time, there wasn't even a proper place for him to sit. With a better living environment, lying flat would also be much more comfortable.

—

Han Feng headed to the furniture market after exchanging two spirit stones for silver currency. One spirit stone could fetch at least 1,000 taels of silver, yet 1,000 taels could never buy a spirit stone.

Recognizing Han Feng as a customer who had flown in on a sword, the shop assistants eagerly attended to him, knowing he was a big spender.

Han Feng splurged on a variety of furniture: a large bed, tables, chairs, meditation mats, tea tables, and tea sets—everything he needed. He even let the little fox pick out a luxurious bed of her own, complete with plush cushions and cotton lining.

He then bought bedding, tea leaves, and other essentials befitting a prodigious disciple of his status.

—

Once everything was ready, Han Feng returned to the courtyard near Jiang Surou's loft with the little fox.

He was in a great mood. With a new home, a master, and Wang Mian's new path secured, his worries were behind him. Now, he could enjoy his life of lying flat.

Humming a tune, Han Feng first arranged the furniture in the house. He spread out fresh bedding and watched as the little fox happily set up her new nest.

Once the interior was done, Han Feng moved to the courtyard. He carefully reestablished the protective formation and then grabbed a shovel to dig holes. One by one, he replanted his herbs, finding joy in the process. He loved farming and cherished the calm, carefree moments spent tending to his plants.

By the time he finished, the entire courtyard—save for a few walking paths—was covered in herbs.

As the sun set, Han Feng finally wrapped up his work.

—

The most ceremonial part of the day came next.

Han Feng solemnly brought out his reclining chair and placed it in the open space just outside the door. He lay down on it with a satisfied sigh.

"Ah, this is the life!"

"Ah, this is bliss!" added the little fox, echoing his sentiments.

It had been days since they had enjoyed such comfort. Now, lying back on the familiar chair felt like a long-lost joy rediscovered.

Man and fox lounged until the sun dipped below the horizon, and the stars began to fill the sky. In their relaxation, they completely forgot something very important!

As the little fox stretched lazily, she remarked,

"It's getting late. Time to head to bed. By the way, Han Feng, you bought such a big bed—was it for two? Planning to sleep with Sister Little Crispy Meat and dual cultivate, huh?"

Han Feng replied lazily,

"Dual cultivate? Stop overthinking…"

"Wait! Oh crap! Dual cultivation!"

Han Feng shot up from the reclining chair.

He had agreed with Jiang Surou earlier to dual cultivate that evening. Now the night had fallen, and he hadn't even shown up.

He had completely forgotten.

The little fox, remembering too, exclaimed,

"Oh no! Sister's going to be so mad. Hurry, hurry!"

Han Feng grabbed the little fox, leaped out of the courtyard, and flew straight to the massive rock where Jiang Surou's loft stood. He landed in front of her courtyard gate.

"Senior Sister Jiang, are you home?" Han Feng called out.

After a moment, a maid appeared and said,

"Senior Brother Han, you've come. My lady has instructed me to inform you that she is not receiving guests this evening. Please return another time."

"Ah, I see. Alright then," Han Feng said, turning to leave.

The little fox immediately dug her claws into his face and hissed in a low voice,

"Turn back! Go in! If you leave now, it's over for you. You blockheaded man, don't you get it? She's just mad. Go apologize! If you leave, don't expect her to ever give you a kind look again!"

"You're right!"

As someone inexperienced in relationships, Han Feng decided to follow the little fox's advice. Turning back to the maid, he asked,

"Senior Sister Jiang isn't receiving guests tonight?"

"That's correct," the maid replied politely, with a smile.

"Well, that works out then—I'm not a guest. I'm her Dao partner, so I should be allowed in."

The little fox grinned in approval. That's the spirit!

"I suppose that's not entirely out of the question," the maid replied, still smiling.

Han Feng sighed regretfully, then suddenly exclaimed,

"Senior Sister Jiang, you're here!"

The maid turned to look behind her, finding no one.

Realizing too late that she had been tricked, she spun back around, but by then Han Feng had already darted past her into the loft. Closing the door behind him, he locked it securely.

Smirking mischievously, Han Feng turned to face the room. He saw Jiang Surou sitting cross-legged on a meditation mat, cultivating.

"Senior Sister, I'm here," Han Feng said with a cheeky grin, seating himself on the mat across from her.

Jiang Surou opened her eyes and cast a cold look at him.

"Who are you? Why have you barged into a lady's chambers and bullied her maid?"

Her tone made it clear—she was upset.

Han Feng scratched the back of his head and grinned sheepishly.

"Well, I've been busy all afternoon setting up my new home. As soon as I finished, I rushed right over."

"Is that so? Do you even realize, that from my courtyard, I can see everything happening in yours? My maid watched you lie in your reclining chair from sunset to nightfall—for a full two hours.

If you care so little about dual cultivation, then please leave. I won't be entertaining you tonight."

Chapter 70

While Jiang Surou spoke, she busied herself with the teacup in front of her, pouring herself a cup of tea but conspicuously not offering any to Han Feng.

Han Feng didn't mind. He poured himself a cup, his actions casual but self-sufficient.

"Senior Sister, don't be upset. We're doing this under Master's orders—to dual cultivate together. Dual cultivation benefits both our cultivation, right?"

Han Feng wasn't sure why, but he had started to care whether Jiang Surou was angry.

He didn't particularly care about dual cultivation itself, as it didn't help him directly increase his strength. His growth depended entirely on Jiang Surou breaking through, which triggered his tenfold return.

If there was no benefit for him, he wouldn't bother with it.

As for why he was now trying to appease Jiang Surou? Han Feng refused to admit it was simply because he didn't want her to be upset. Instead, he rationalized it to himself.

Helping her improve her cultivation is also for my benefit. After all, her breakthrough means my breakthrough.

But even as he thought this, Han Feng couldn't fully convince himself. His laid-back nature made him averse to putting in effort, almost as if trying hard was worse than death.

Jiang Surou sneered and said,

"So you're using Master's orders to pressure me, huh? Oh, I see—it's because Master commanded you to come that you're here. It's not because you genuinely wanted to.

Of course, Junior Brother Han was forced into becoming my Dao partner in the first place. You didn't choose me—you were cornered into it.

Later, even though I mentioned that you could come to dual cultivate with me once every ten days to improve our cultivation, an entire month has gone by, and you haven't brought it up even once.

I used to think it was because I was foolish and naïve, but now I understand. Junior Brother Han simply doesn't think much of me.

Well then, I won't force it anymore. Clearly, I was just deluding myself. Since you're unwilling to dual cultivate and don't care for me, let's part ways amicably.

Once we dissolve our partnership, you can go find someone more suitable to be your Dao partner. We'll each go our own way, and when we meet in the future, we can politely nod and greet each other, avoiding the mutual resentment. Don't you agree?"

Listening to Jiang Surou's passive-aggressive remarks, Han Feng couldn't help but chuckle. He said with a sheepish grin,

"Why are you already talking about 'divorce'? We've only known each other for a month. Isn't it normal for us to not be that familiar with each other yet?

We're both quiet and slow to warm up—that much you know. Otherwise, you wouldn't have chosen me back then."

"Oh, is that what I saw in you?" Jiang Surou retorted. "I chose you because you had no background and seemed mediocre. I thought you wouldn't interfere with my cultivation. Who would've guessed you're a prodigy, a rare Wind-Attribute Heavenly Spirit Root cultivator, with a higher cultivation level than me?

Hmph! You hid it well, didn't you? Fooled even me. You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Seeing her slight pout and playful annoyance, Han Feng realized her anger had eased somewhat. Smiling, he teased,

"What's this? Is Senior Sister Jiang regretting her choice now? Afraid I'll overshadow you in the future?"

"But it's too late for regrets now. We're already Dao partners. That's not something you can dissolve just because you want to."

Noticing the smug grin creeping up on Han Feng's face, Jiang Surou rolled her eyes and playfully swung her fist toward him.

Of course, she didn't intend to actually hit him—she just wanted to scare him a little.

In the past, Jiang Surou would never have thought of playfully hitting someone. This kind of behavior was entirely new to her.

But what Jiang Surou didn't expect was that Han Feng's shamelessness had yet to reach its peak.

As her fist came toward him, Han Feng caught her delicate hand and held it firmly in his palm.

"What are you doing? Let go of me! This is inappropriate!"

Jiang Surou's cheeks flushed as she struggled to pull her hand free. However, her cultivation level was lower than Han Feng's, so she didn't have the strength to break his grip.

After several failed attempts, not only did she fail to recover her hand, but the commotion caused the tea table in front of them to collapse under the strain.

"You…"

Jiang Surou glared at Han Feng in anger.

But Han Feng didn't release her hand. Instead, he stood up, applying a sudden force with his left hand to pull Jiang Surou to her feet.

Having been seated cross-legged in meditation, Jiang Surou was dragged forward by the unexpected motion. Losing her balance, she stumbled upward and toward Han Feng. With the tea table gone, there was nothing to catch her fall, and she ended up tumbling straight into his arms.

Jiang Surou panicked, quickly trying to steady herself. But as soon as she did, Han Feng's right hand slipped around her slender waist, pulling her tightly against him.

Looking down at Jiang Surou's startled expression, her shy yet bewildered gaze, and her glistening, moist eyes, Han Feng felt a strange stirring in his chest. Acting on impulse, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

As his lips met hers, Han Feng froze for a brief moment, realizing what he had just done. Was that too abrupt? he wondered.

But since it was already done, he decided to fully commit. Might as well go all in—no harm, no foul.

Awkwardly, yet determined, he used his tongue to part Jiang Surou's lips, tasting the sweetness of her tongue.

Jiang Surou's mind went completely blank. She had never even held hands with a man before, let alone kissed one. The suddenness of it all left her utterly bewildered. For a moment, she forgot to resist, allowing Han Feng to explore and savor the moment.

From the side, the little fox covered her eyes with her paws, muttering,

"They're kissing! Oh, this is so embarrassing!"

But curiosity got the better of her. Peeking through the gap between her paws, she continued to watch the shameless pair.

After a few moments, Jiang Surou finally regained her senses. Realizing that Han Feng was taking full advantage of her, she tried to push him away.

To her dismay, the scoundrel was far stronger than her and refused to let go.

Anger surged in Jiang Surou, and in her frustration, she bit down hard on Han Feng's tongue.

"Ow!" Han Feng yelped, finally releasing her.

Face flushed, Jiang Surou pointed at him and shouted,

"You…"

"You bit me! That's so cruel!" Han Feng accused her, playing the victim.

For a moment, Jiang Surou was stunned by his audacity. Then she realized what had happened and, gritting her teeth, retorted,

"You were the one who assaulted me first!"

"It's perfectly reasonable for me to kiss my own Dao partner. How could that be called an assault? But you—biting my tongue? Were you trying to kill me, your husband?"

Turning his head away, Han Feng grumbled, trying to justify his actions.

"Me? Kill my husband? And you call that reasonable? I'll beat you, you pervert!"

Fuming, Jiang Surou swung her fists at Han Feng.

Han Feng let her punch him once before pulling her back into his arms.

Realizing that her supposed punishment had turned into an embrace, Jiang Surou struggled furiously, pounding her fists against him.

"Stop! If you keep hitting me, I'll kiss you again," Han Feng warned, squinting at her mischievously. His tone sounded almost like a parent scolding a mischievous child.

"I'll keep hitting you! You bastard!" Jiang Surou snapped, outraged. The proud goddess of Luoxia Peak wasn't about to accept such humiliation.

Han Feng tightened his hold and leaned in for another kiss.

Chapter 71

As Jiang Surou realized that Han Feng was serious about kissing her again, her entire body weakened, and she no longer had the strength to struggle. She muttered in resignation,

"Let go of me… I won't hit you anymore. Just let me go!"

Only then did Han Feng release her lips.

Jiang Surou's face was flushed as she panted for air. Han Feng, still holding her close, laughed and said,

"Wow, no wonder you're called Surou. You really are soft and gentle—tastes pretty good too!"

"You're still talking?! You shameless scoundrel!" Jiang Surou gritted her teeth in frustration. She wanted to hit him again but stopped herself, afraid he might kiss her once more. Reluctantly, she pushed away from him and sat down angrily on the meditation mat.

Han Feng chuckled, sitting down next to her with his own mat. He shamelessly put his arm around her shoulders and smiled,

"Alright, my dear Senior Sister, don't be mad. I was just trying to cheer you up."

"Who cheers someone up like that? You were blatantly taking advantage of me! Honestly, slapping you wouldn't be enough."

This time, Jiang Surou didn't resist, letting Han Feng drape his arm around her shoulders.

"Alright, alright. You can hit me if it'll make you feel better. Now, how about a smile, huh? Do you know how beautiful you look when you smile? Ice queens don't suit you."

"I've said that before! I've said that before!" the little fox chimed in, hopping over excitedly to claim credit.

Jiang Surou picked up the little fox and placed it on her lap, gently stroking its soft fur. She glanced at Han Feng with a cold snort and said,

"If you don't like me and aren't interested, and you're only here because Master told you to be, then why did you take advantage of me? Hugging me, kissing me—how am I supposed to marry someone else after this?"

"Hmm? You still want to marry someone else?"

"Why shouldn't I? You don't like me, so why wouldn't I find someone else to marry?"

Jiang Surou pouted slightly; her expression filled with indignant grievance.

"When did I ever say I don't like you? Those were your words. I never said that."

"You don't have to say it—I can tell. It's written all over your behavior."

"That's not true. You're just overthinking because you're upset, making wild guesses."

"I am not! If you liked me, would you have come so late at night? Would you have been late? Would you have napped in your courtyard while I was waiting?"

"Well… isn't this kind of thing better done at night?"

"What kind of thing?"

"Dual cultivation, of course."

"Dual cultivation can't be done during the day?"

"Wait… you can do dual cultivation during the day?"

They both fell silent, staring at each other for a moment before awkwardly looking away.

Neither of them had any experience with dual cultivation, so they didn't actually know whether it could be done during the day.

"Anyway, you don't like me. You barely seek me out. Since we became Dao partners, you've only come to see me once, and that was to deliver the Three-Needle Flower. You've never come since.

You don't even visit as often as that damn Ye Longyuan did. He used to show up every day."

"Oh? Did you let him in?"

Han Feng's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Seeing his reaction, Jiang Surou smirked slightly and said with a teasing tone,

"What? Jealous now? You don't like me, so why would you care if other men came to see me?"

"If I didn't like you, why would I be jealous? But Senior Sister, you seem awfully concerned about whether or not I like you."

Han Feng reached out with his left hand, gently tilting her chin so she had to look at him. Smiling slyly, he asked,

"Senior Sister, do you like me?"

"Bah, I like your big, dumb face."

Jiang Surou answered seriously.

"I don't believe you."

"Then what would it take for you to believe me?"

"Kiss me, and I'll believe you."

"Pah! You're just trying to take advantage of me again!"

Jiang Surou raised her fist to hit Han Feng, only for him to grab her hand once more.

At that moment, the little fox decided to play matchmaker, chiming in,

"You know, the two of you clearly like each other, but you keep bickering, waiting for the other to admit it first. How boring. Just kiss and be done with it already.

Besides, you've already kissed once. Why are you still pretending? Soft lips like that shouldn't be spouting such cold words."

"Shut up!" Jiang Surou and Han Feng shouted in unison.

The little fox obediently curled into a ball, pretending to be invisible.

For a moment, Han Feng and Jiang Surou stared at each other. Then, Han Feng leaned forward, planted a quick kiss on her lips, and got up, saying,

"Alright, no more sulking. Let's start dual cultivating. Improving our cultivation is what's important."

"Fine," Jiang Surou replied, nodding with feigned composure. After being kissed so many times, her face wasn't as red as before.

Han Feng stood up and began unbuttoning his clothes.

Jiang Surou's eyes widened in shock.

"What are you doing?!"

"Getting ready for dual cultivation," Han Feng replied, genuinely confused.

"Why are you taking your clothes off for dual cultivation?!"

"How do you dual cultivate without taking your clothes off?"

It finally dawned on Jiang Surou, and her face turned crimson, all the way to her ears. Pointing at Han Feng, she snapped,

"Who told you dual cultivation was… that kind of thing?! No wonder you insisted on coming at night. And when I accused you of being late, you acted so innocent! You actually thought dual cultivation meant *that*?!

Han Feng, I thought you were a decent person, but it turns out you're just a shameless pervert who only thinks about taking advantage of people! You scoundrel!"

Having been scolded thoroughly, Han Feng was completely bewildered. Looking genuinely innocent, he said,

"Wait, isn't dual cultivation that kind of thing? Wang Mian always brags about his dual cultivation experiences and talks about… uh… techniques. I mean, knowledge."

"Ugh! It's not like that at all! Dual cultivation involves sitting cross-legged, with both people placing their palms together. You circulate your spiritual energy, forming a cycle between the two of you. This allows both people to improve their cultivation together.

What you're describing might enhance the effects of dual cultivation, but it's not a requirement!"

"And what's wrong with enhancing the effects?" Han Feng asked, still looking innocent.

"You… you… You shameless pervert! So that's why you came here tonight—you just wanted to sleep with me, didn't you?"

Pointing at Han Feng, Jiang Surou trembled with rage.

"Alright, alright. Whatever you say. Don't get mad. We'll do it your way, okay?"

Han Feng quickly raised his hands in surrender. Seeing Jiang Surou about to explode again, he didn't dare push his luck.

"Fine. Sit down, and I'll teach you what to do."

"Wow, you sound experienced."

"I'm not. This is my first time too. But are you experienced?"

"I've never even held a girl's hand."

"Then what were you holding earlier? A pig's hoof?"

"I won't let you talk about yourself like that."

"Han Feng, you're insufferable!" Jiang Surou snapped, looking ready to burst.

"Alright, sit down!" Jiang Surou pointed sternly at the meditation mat.

"Not on the bed?"

"You dare say another word?!"

Jiang Surou looked like she was ready to punch Han Feng straight into the next dimension.