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

"How did this woman do that? And what's with that azure sword in her hand?" Lin Ping immediately tensed up, his brain racing as he thought of a hundred ways to escape, but none of them were practical.

The two were only ten meters apart, which was only a moment for Feng Wuhua. By the time Jiang Yunying rushed over, Lin Ping's head would probably already be gone.

If the archers were to fire their arrows, the enemy might be able to hold out for a while, but we would be riddled with holes.

"This is... the Gouchen Sword!" Jiang Yunying exclaimed in shock, hurriedly shouting, "Husband, run!"

Actually, this is a pointless statement. If Lin Ping could escape, he wouldn't need Jiang Yunying's reminder.

He could still see the other person's movements clearly if he stood upright, but if the other person ran backward, he was certain that a transparent hole would appear in his back.

Jiang Yunying had verified the strength of the barbed wire and thought that Feng Wuhua would have a hard time escaping, but she did not expect that the other party had the Gou Chen Sword, one of the Eight Lesser Swords.

This is a famous sword of the Lotus Palace, a symbol of status, and it can cut through iron like mud.

"I'm sorry, my lotus poison doesn't need an antidote," Feng Wuhua said coldly, letting Lin Ping die knowing why.

"Don't come any closer, or Master Ping will unleash his ultimate move!" Lin Ping replied in a cold voice.

"Bluster!" Feng Wuhua continued flying forward, not believing that Lin Ping had much ability, at least not as good as her.

As the other party rapidly approached, Lin Ping put his hands in his waistbands, seemingly pulling something out, and then... suddenly pulled down his pants, and he wasn't even wearing underwear.

Although Feng Wuhua was nearly forty, she was still a virgin and had never seen a man's body before. This shocking scene terrified her, and she froze in mid-air, not daring to approach Lin Ping even a step closer.

At the same time, Jiang Yunying had already taken action and immediately dragged her shameless husband back.

"Fire arrows! Fire arrows quickly, kill them all, leave no one alive!" After escaping danger, Lin Ping shouted hurriedly, really not wanting anyone who had seen his body to leave alive.

At a command, thousands of dark arrows soared into the air, densely covering the sky, and rained down.

Feng Wuhua swung her sword, severing several arrows, and retreated a few steps in a panic, shouting coldly, "Retreat immediately!"

As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands, let alone thousands of crossbow bolts. Even a master like Feng Wuhua has to avoid the brunt of the attack.

The other five escaped very quickly, even getting ahead of Feng Wuhua.

Seeing the enemy leave, Lin Ping finally breathed a long sigh of relief, repeatedly rubbing his chest with both hands.

"Pants..." Jiang Yunying turned her head away, not wanting to say a word to him. Although this was Lin Ping's quick thinking and a successful way to save himself, it was still a bit shameless.

Lin Ping hurriedly pulled up his pants and gave an awkward laugh.

"Husband, how could you take off your pants in front of others?" Jiang Yunying pouted and lectured unhappily, her little face flushed red with anger.

"Hehe... This is the last time." Lin Ping chuckled sheepishly, acting more innocent than anyone else.

“There won’t be a next time. My husband’s private parts are already exposed, whether he wears pants or not. The other party definitely won’t fall for it again.” Jiang Yunying rolled her eyes at him and said truthfully.

Lin Ping blushed and wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground. His wife had looked down on him; how could they consummate their marriage in the future?

Perhaps, for Lin Ping, sharing a bed earlier already counted as consummating their marriage, since he couldn't come up with any other tricks anyway.

"Wife, why is the sword in that old woman's hand emitting a blue light?" Lin Ping quickly changed the subject, not wanting to be ridiculed by his wife any longer. Besides, Lin Xiaomei was also by his side, and he couldn't let her know this secret.

“It should be the Gouchen Sword.” Jiang Yunying’s deep eyes showed some complexity.

"The Gouchen Sword, one of the Eight Lesser Swords?" Lin Xiaomei gasped, having naturally heard of the Gouchen Sword's formidable reputation.

Although she was a disciple of Feng Wuhua, she had never seen her display this sword before, so she couldn't help but be puzzled.

Jiang Yunying nodded. "Judging from the unique blue light, it should be the Gouchen Sword."

"Did they add cobalt oxide?" Lin Ping muttered to himself.

With a science background, he knew the properties of various metals and even minerals. Since the Wu Kingdom could produce blue and white porcelain, it must also be able to produce weapons with a unique blue color.

As for why the Gouchen Sword is so sharp, Lin Ping could understand it as the addition of hard metal to make it an alloy, or it could be understood as the number of times it was forged was beyond human imagination.

Lin Ping did improve the sharpness of his private army's weapons, but they could never compare to famous swords that had been forged over decades or even centuries.

A famous sword often requires the life's work of a swordsmith. They will add all sorts of strange and unusual substances to the hilt, experiment again and again, and forge it again and again, until a sword that can cut through iron like mud is finally produced.

Lin Ping didn't have the time to forge peerless swords; he wanted to win by sheer quantity. After all, his private army was large, and not everyone could have a peerless sword.

After the two explained, Lin Ping learned that there were four great swords and eight lesser swords in the Lotus Palace. The owners of these famous swords were all top-notch masters who held extraordinary positions in the Lotus Palace.

If they hadn't been surrounded by two thousand private soldiers, Feng Wuhua could have easily taken Lin Ping's head; even Jiang Yunying wouldn't have been able to protect him.

"Wife, is there a quick way to learn martial arts, even lightness skill would do, at least it can be used to escape?" Lin Ping asked anxiously, the feeling of having a knife to his throat was really unpleasant.

“No…” Jiang Yunying and Lin Xiaomei answered in unison.

“Perhaps… my husband can cultivate the Sunflower Manual!” Jiang Yunying replied confidently.

Lin Ping broke out in a cold sweat, certain that Jiang Yunying was not interested in his little brother, or even dispensable. He said aggrievedly, "Wife, you're not innocent anymore. Don't think I haven't read the contents of the Sunflower Manual."

He suddenly recalled a scene from a martial arts drama where a villain with almost the same name as him excitedly opened the first page of the Sunflower Manual, which read: "To practice this skill, one must first castrate oneself."

Without hesitation, the man did as instructed and turned to the second page, which stated: "Even without castration, one can succeed..."

Lin Ping was simply curious as to why Jiang Yunying also knew about this martial arts manual. Could it have actually existed? Perhaps it was worth investigating, since it offered a quick way to master it…

"My lady, the main tent has collapsed." Lin Ping grinned lewdly, slinking behind Jiang Yunying as if he wanted to sniff her farts.

"Okay, come in." Jiang Yunying beckoned to Lin Ping, but pulled out a leather whip as thick as her arm.

Lin Ping suddenly remembered the scene from earlier and rolled away, fearing that the other party would seek revenge later, and also worried that he might not behave himself in his sleep.

After spending a night with a captain, Lin Ping suddenly understood Zhang Hongyuan's actions. True love is between men; what use are women?