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

Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. Even if she's injured, Feng Wuhua is still faster than Xia Linglong, not to mention she's carrying Lin Ping, who's a burden to her.

"Senior Feng, we meet again. You've become even more beautiful." Lin Ping waved and greeted her, forcing a bitter smile like a chrysanthemum on his face.

Feigning madness and flattery are his strengths; as long as he can save his life, what does it matter if he bows down to the enemy?

"I'm wearing a mask, how can you see my face?" Feng Wuhua approached step by step.

Lin Ping looked embarrassed. He couldn't very well say that he could actually see clearly, and besides, the Phoenix Dance Flower wasn't any prettier than before.

Her appearance is far from beautiful.

Flattery is Lin Ping's forte, but now his flattery has backfired.

"Even through the veil, I can feel your charm." Lin Ping's smile grew even brighter.

"Disciple? When did I have a disciple like you?" Feng Wuhua was shocked by Lin Ping's forced conversation.

"You are my little sister's master, so naturally you are my master too. I may not have many other merits, but I value the bond between master and disciple. Don't worry, my little sister and I will take good care of you." Lin Ping patted his chest and said seriously.

Xia Linglong glanced at Lin Ping with disdain and suddenly didn't want to run away with him anymore.

You two have such a deep bond as master and disciple, why would you need to run away?

"You brat, you've opposed my Lotus Palace time and time again, you should have died long ago." Mo Youying was covered in blood, her face was especially frightening, and the Youying Sword in her hand emitted a cold light.

Lin Ping stared at Mo Youying for a long time, scratching his head anxiously. He wanted to speak several times, but didn't know how to establish a relationship with her.

"Auntie, come save me!" Lin Ping shouted, pointing into the distance.

These words were quite effective. Mo Youying was so frightened that she trembled all over, hurriedly turned around, and even prepared to kowtow.

The aunt Lin Ping mentioned was Jiang Lanfeng, one of the elders of Lotus Palace. In terms of both seniority and strength, she was several levels higher than Mo Youying.

"Tomboy, run!" Lin Ping grabbed Xia Linglong's hand and jumped down without regard for the danger.

If Xia Linglong hadn't been prepared, he might have been half-crippled from that jump.

"You brat, you lied to me! You're asking for it!" There was no one behind her, and Mo Youying gritted her teeth in anger.

However, just as Mo Youying was about to attack Lin Ping, a tall figure swept through the air, his sinister palm aimed directly at Mo Youying's chest.

Caught off guard, Mo Youying staggered as she reacted, her palm colliding with her opponent's, and she was forced to take three steps back.

"A master from the Crimson Sun Pavilion?" Mo Youying immediately recognized the newcomer's identity, her expression turning somewhat unpleasant.

As a master, he had naturally heard of the renowned name of Chiyang Pavilion.

Even if they encounter the weakest martial artist in the Chiyang Pavilion, they will still be on guard.

"Since you disregard the rules and repeatedly oppose my Lotus Palace, I will teach your disciple a lesson on behalf of your sect leader." From the darkness, another black shadow darted out, and a palm strike descended from the sky with the force to swallow mountains and rivers.

The moment their palms touched, the expert from Chiyang Pavilion somersaulted backward several times, arriving beside Lin Ping with a faint smile: "My martial arts are inferior to yours, but my lightness skill may not be inferior to yours."

After speaking, the person grabbed Lin Ping and Xia Linglong and dashed through the streets and alleys like lightning.

The man in black tried to chase him for several streets, but was left behind and had to give up.

"Hmph, Lu Zhan is dead. The tens of thousands of soldiers outside the city will surely rebel. I want to see what you, Lin Ping, have to do to stop them." The man in black sneered.

His goal was to assassinate Lu Zhan; as for Lin Ping's life or death, it was of little concern to him.

"Wow, this is so cool! It's even cooler than riding in a sports car!" Lin Ping, who was rushing through the wind, was already in a mess, obviously forgetting that he had never ridden in a sports car before.

In short, the speed was so fast that not only could one not open their eyes, but the shape of their entire face was also at the mercy of the gale.

After completely breaking free from the men in black, the experts from the Crimson Sun Pavilion slowly came to a stop.

"Thank you for saving my life, senior." Lin Ping bowed and expressed his gratitude, unable to understand why this person had saved him.

Seniors always have some peculiar hobbies. Maybe they see Lin Ping as a martial arts prodigy with extraordinary talent and want to take him as their disciple.

"You brat, look carefully. I'm not some senior. I'm called Master D." The expert from Chiyang Pavilion removed his mask, revealing a handsome and dashing face, even showing the potential to surpass Lin Ping.

"Damn it, is it really appropriate for me to call you 'Dam' at your age?" Lin Ping thought to himself. He could accept being called "Big Brother," but he absolutely couldn't accept messing up the generational hierarchy.

"What you say is true, senior. You must be tired after traveling such a long way. Why don't you find a place to rest?" Lin Ping said obsequiously, feeling that being with a complete stranger who was a master was a very dangerous thing.

"You brat, don't try to get close to me. If it weren't for Sister Hongling sending me to help you, I wouldn't bother with this. That old man's kung fu is quite good." The other person glared at Lin Ping with annoyance.

Lin Ping learned from the man in black that this person was a master of the Chiyang Pavilion, and the reason why the man helped him was probably due to Jiang Hongling's help.

"Senior is the one who repelled Mo Youying with a single palm strike; your strength is definitely no less than that old man's." Lin Ping was about to begin his flattery.

"A single palm strike repelled Mo Youying? If he hadn't been seriously injured, I would have been the one repelled. Mo Youying's strength is comparable to Sister Hongling's. How could I be his match? If it weren't for Swift Wind's ultimate move, we would all have died there."

"Swift Wind? Then you must be a master swordsman. Your Blade Storm could definitely kill Mo Youying and that old monster in an instant," Lin Ping flattered.

"A master swordsman? Which eye of yours saw me carrying a sword?" The other man rolled his eyes at Lin Ping, not understanding the meaning behind his words.

"I was just joking. Please thank Miss Hongling for me," Lin Ping quickly tried to brush it off.

"How dare you call Sister Hongling by her name? If you want to thank me, go in person. I dare not go back until I help you find Jiang Yunying," the other person said, sticking out their tongue.

"Help me find my wife?" Lin Ping finally understood what was going on.

That day, he asked Jiang Hongling to help find Jiang Yunying. Although she did not agree immediately, she later sent a master to help.

Judging from the man's tone, he must have been terrified by Jiang Hongling, which shows how afraid he was of her.

"What's your name?" Lin Ping suddenly changed his tone.

Since the other party is afraid of Jiang Hongling, they certainly won't dare to hurt me, so I might as well be more unscrupulous.

"My name is Jiang Mo, and I'm Sister Hongling's right-hand woman," Jiang Mo replied without any hesitation.

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized he had been tricked by Lin Ping and quickly said, "You brat, I'm your senior, show some respect."

"Senior? That's not what Miss Hongling instructed, is it? Should I tell her about your actions?" Lin Ping put his hands on his hips, certain that Jiang Mo wouldn't dare disobey Jiang Hongling's orders.

"Sister Hongling told you to call me Xiao Jiang and to follow your orders..." Jiang Mo deflated like a punctured balloon, and immediately wilted when he thought of Jiang Hongling's instructions.