Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

The bright moonlight spread across the ground, becoming the perfect backdrop for an ink painting.

The surging waves crashed against the soldiers' strong arms without leaving a mark. The army of over a thousand men finally crossed the river successfully, perfectly concealed by the cover of night and the riverbank, only to be seen when the main army arrived.

Across the river, Lin Ping was snoring away, interpreting the tranquility of the night, occasionally punctuated by the chirping of crickets.

Jiang Yunying's body was pinned down by Lin Ping, completely unable to move. She regretted her merciful act of moving him to the bed; she should have let him... fuck her.

Several dark figures swept past in the moonlight, heading straight for the most magnificent commander's tent.

"You despicable bastard, prepare to die!" A man in black came to Lin Ping's bedside and pierced the silk quilt without hesitation.

"Empty?" The man in black hurriedly lifted the blankets, only to find a scarecrow lying on top. He immediately exclaimed, "Oh no, we've been tricked!"

It would have been better if he hadn't shouted it out, because the soldiers heard it all, and the entire tent collapsed with a crash, completely trapping the six men in black inside.

"Damn it!" The man in black at the front shouted through gritted teeth, trying to cleave the tent open with his longsword.

"Clang clang clang!" The moment the longsword made contact with the tent, sparks flew everywhere. Even though the canvas was tattered beyond recognition, the eerie iron netting remained undamaged.

Clearly, Lin Ping had added a finger-thick iron mesh to the canvas, making it impossible for ordinary weapons to cut through.

"Master, senior brothers, don't struggle anymore, you can't escape." Lin Xiaomei was the first to rush out and whispered to the six men in black.

Lin Xiaomei was a contestant and had been following along the whole way. Besides the competition, her main task was to capture these people alive.

Although the mission has been completed, he still felt a little flustered by the powerful pressure from his master, after all, this was someone who surpassed Jiang Yunying.

“Very good, as expected of my disciple, Feng Wuhua.” The man in black in the middle was no longer angry.

Lotus Palace disciples are known for their ruthlessness, and betraying their masters and ancestors is commonplace. Lin Xiaomei's decisiveness makes her a qualified disciple.

"Back then, I went up the mountain to protect my brother. Now that he is in trouble, I have no choice but to help. Please forgive me, Master," Lin Xiaomei said softly, feeling extremely guilty.

"So it seems your lotus poison has been cured?" Feng Wuhua, hidden behind the black veil, seemed somewhat surprised. After all, even she couldn't cure the lotus poison with her own abilities, let alone the other party.

Lin Xiaomei lowered her head and remained silent, which was considered an admission of the answer.

"Husband... wake up, the enemy has already fallen into the trap." Jiang Yunying was being held in Lin Ping's arms on the bed, looking somewhat helpless. If she wanted to break free, she would have to cut off one of his arms.

"The enemy is here? Where is he?" Lin Ping suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that his arms were wrapped around Jiang Yunying and his thighs were draped over her.

"My lady, would you believe me if I said this was a misunderstanding..." Lin Ping broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly pulled his limbs off Jiang Yunying, and smiled awkwardly, thinking that he had climbed into her bed on his own initiative.

"Hmph, idiot!" Jiang Yunying rolled her eyes at him and rushed out of the tent. She also wanted to meet Lin Xiaomei's master.

"This doesn't seem... like a misunderstanding," Lin Ping said, puzzled. He couldn't figure out the whole thing, so he just put on loose pants and ran after Jiang Yunying.

"Not bad, my little sister's lotus poison has been cured." Lin Ping walked out arrogantly, as if he were making a grand entrance.

He's clearly an upright person, so why doesn't he seem like a good person?

Jiang Yunying felt helpless and really wanted to use a leather whip to change the other party's many bad habits.

"You are Jiang Yunying?" Feng Wuhua's gaze turned directly to Jiang Yunying, completely ignoring Lin Ping, this clown.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm the main character! I'm the one who trapped you all!" Lin Ping argued vehemently, hating being looked down upon.

"Are you Feng Wuhua, the Third Elder of Jiang Zhongtang?" Jiang Yunying recognized the other party's identity as well and couldn't help but grip her longsword.

Jiang Zhongtang is a branch of Lotus Palace in the Jiangcheng area, and these three elders are also legendary figures. They had already advanced to the Black Lotus Realm at the age of thirty, and now they are showing signs of breaking through again.

Furthermore, this person is the second-best fighter in Jiang Zhongtang's entourage, second only to the head of Bagongtang.

Previously, Jiang Yunying had only heard Lin Xiaomei say that her master had already advanced to the Black Lotus Realm, and did not know that it was Feng Wuhua.

Besides being surprised, I was also somewhat worried.

"I didn't expect that there would be people in the main headquarters who have heard of my name." Feng Wuhua laughed heartily, showing no anger at being trapped.

"Senior Feng, you are too modest. Even at the main headquarters, you are a top expert," Jiang Yunying said respectfully.

Unable to tolerate being ignored repeatedly, Lin Ping took two steps forward and said, "Old woman, how about we make a deal?"

The other party referred to herself as "old woman," so it's no wonder Lin Ping addressed her that way.

Feng Wuhua originally intended to ignore Lin Ping, but the word "old woman" was indeed rather grating, and the thin black veil could not conceal the intense killing intent.

However, was Lin Ping wrong?

of course not.

Although Feng Wuhua was only forty years old, and because she took good care of herself, she looked no more than thirty, she would indeed be considered an old woman in ancient times.

"You are my little sister's brother?" Every word Feng Wuhua spoke was chilling, as if she wanted to kill Lin Ping from mid-air.

"That's right, it's me!" Lin Ping patted his chest and said arrogantly.

In Lin Ping's view, the other party was already trapped. Whether they were dragons or tigers, they had to obey Lin Ping's orders.

"You want to make a deal with me? Tell me about it." Feng Wuhua suppressed her anger and wanted to see just how capable Lin Ping really was.

"I cured both my little sister's lotus poison and my wife's lotus poison. If you lead a few disciples to the city lord's mansion, I can help you cure your poisoning," Lin Ping said arrogantly, confident that the other party would agree to the deal.

After all, they were already prisoners. If they surrendered to the city lord's mansion, they would not only regain their freedom but also be cured of the poison, thus freeing themselves from the control of the Lotus Palace.

Upon hearing this, several men in black nearby were immediately tempted.

They entered the Lotus Palace only to hone their martial arts skills and had no intention of getting involved in any power struggles. However, they were bound by the Lotus Poison. If Lin Ping could really cure them, they could regain their freedom.

"Hahaha!" Feng Wuhua laughed loudly, a hint of coldness appearing in her eyes.

"Disagree?" Lin Ping looked at the other party in confusion, unable to understand Feng Wuhua's reason for refusing.

"Finally, this day has come! I, Feng Wuhua, am no longer under the control of the lotus poison!" Feng Wuhua continued to laugh loudly.

Lin Ping was speechless, thinking to himself: Please, can you stop pausing when you speak in the future?

However, just as Lin Ping lowered his guard, a deep blue longsword flashed in Feng Wuhua's hand. With a flash of cold light, a large hole appeared in the iron net. The ghostly figure of the opponent instantly appeared in front of Lin Ping.