My Lady, Are We Slacking Off Again Today?

Su Qian was the demonic sect's most gifted Holy Maiden in nearly a century, said to be capable of advancing three cultivation stages in a single day.

Shen Qingfeng was the Pure Yang Sword Sect's highly anticipated direct disciple of its founding master, a sect that accepted only gifted sword cultivators.

For the balance of yin and yang under Heaven, the immortal and demonic paths were to be joined in marriage, and Su Qian and Shen Qingfeng were the ideal candidates.

They had both heard of the other's exceptional talent and illustrious achievements, and they were quite taken with each other.

But the day before they were to become cultivation partners, they discovered a devastating truth: the other was a gifted talent, yet also a lazybones who had been lying around for ten thousand years!

They would lie down rather than sit, and sit rather than practice. Each was waiting for their partner to get their act together and support them.

Su Qian and Shen Qingfeng: "..."

Once they discovered each other's true nature, they could only let it go.

They couldn't count on their future partner, but that was fine. They still had their senior brothers, senior sisters, and masters to rely on.

As it turned out, the senior brothers and sisters of both sects, along with the sect dogs, all ascended in one fell swoop, leaving only the two of them and a thatched hut half-destroyed by the lightning tribulation. They could only sigh at their fate.

The cultivation sect tournament was about to begin.

Looking at the task of rebuilding their sect, left behind by their senior brothers and sisters, they both took a deep breath.

Su Qian jumped into bed and pulled the curtains closed. "Darling, I'm counting on you."

Shen Qingfeng struggled to lift his neck from the pillow. "Wife, I'm counting on you."

Su Qian and Shen Qingfeng: "???"

Every night, the two of them would fight inside the curtains until the bed shook and the floor trembled, deciding who would do the work.

Until one day, a powerful enemy sect came to attack.

Su Qian and Shen Qingfeng exchanged a glance, their eyes full of devotion, and swiftly flew to each other's side.

They grabbed the enemy's long sword at the same time.

Shen Qingfeng: "Kill me if you must!"

Su Qian: "One of us going to hell is enough!"

Moved by their devotion as cultivation partners, the enemy prepared to send them both to hell.

But the sword in his hand wouldn't budge, no matter how hard he tried to pull it free!

Enemy: "?"

Su Qian sent him an urgent voice transmission: "Idiot, stab me! Then I'll have three months to recover!"

Shen Qingfeng stood tall without letting go. "Hurry up and hit me! Then I can take next month's mountain patrol off!"

Enemy: "???"

Everyone thought the aloof sword immortal Shen Qingfeng would never waver in his Dao heart.

He couldn't even be bothered to cultivate his Dao heart.

But one day, he heard that Su Qian had gone to an immortal sect to meet a newly famous, ambitious male cultivator as a potential new cultivation partner.

That very night, Shen Qingfeng took up his sword and crossed ten thousand miles. He didn't sleep for three days and three nights, and fought his way through the new immortal sect seven times in and out. Even the single little male dog at the gate was scared out of its wits.

"Who else wants to try?!"

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The male lead has another reason for being lazy.

If he fights too often, he will be corrupted by evil energy and lose his sanity.

Theme: Get your act together instead of lying flat.