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

"What terrifying strength!" Lin Ping exclaimed, speechless.

Even with the X-ray, he still couldn't see Li Hai's movements clearly, only vaguely seeing the longsword drawn and then quickly sheathed.

He was certain that Jiang Mo was not lying; Li Hai was at least at the late stage of the fifth level, and might even have reached the peak of the fifth level.

Faced with such a formidable opponent, Lin Ping was at a loss for how to deal with him.

"Dead? Dead? Someone's dead!" Lin Ping looked panicked and ran away as fast as he could.

In front of Li Hai, he was good for nothing except acting skills.

"Is he Lin Ping? That's interesting," Li Hai thought to himself, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Jiang Mo also came out of another room, muttering to himself, "So he wanted to use Senior Brother to kill the experts of Nightshade Palace. No wonder he shamelessly followed me back."

From the moment Ji Shuibao appeared, Lin Ping knew he had offended a powerful figure and that tonight he would inevitably attract an even more formidable enemy.

Rather than sitting at home waiting to die, it's better to find a good helper.

"With your meager abilities, can you really help Sister Hongling?" Jiang Mo shook his head as he looked at Lin Ping's panicked expression.

He acknowledged that Lin Ping was resourceful and even destroyed the Lotus Palace, but the Crimson Sun Pavilion and the Lotus Palace were not even in the same league.

Without solid strength, relying solely on his cleverness, he simply cannot shake the mighty Chiyang Pavilion; in the end, he will only bring trouble upon himself.

If it weren't for Jiang Hongling's constant praise of Lin Ping, Jiang Mo would have had no hope for him at all.

Tonight, if he hadn't appeared in time, Lin Ping would have already died at the hands of Ji Shuibao.

Although luck is an important part of strength, if Lin Ping runs out of luck one day, he will really be finished.

"Red Sun Pavilion, what kind of existence are you? And why did Jiang Mo come to find me?" Lin Ping was filled with questions.

The power of Chiyang Pavilion did indeed shock him, but he could completely distance himself from them and not hold back.

The question is, why did Jiang Mo show up? To catch up? It doesn't seem like it.

Even if one has a desire to become stronger, it has now vanished like a bubble.

Even if he trains for another ten or eight years, he might not be able to beat Li Hai, and the other party might improve even faster.

People who are more talented than you are also working hard, so what's the point of your efforts?

"Damn it, if it weren't for the limitations of steel technology, I would definitely build a sniper rifle and shoot anyone I don't like."

After venting, I felt much better.

He really couldn't understand how a martial arts master could appear in this era of cold weapons, making him, a time traveler, feel very embarrassed.

Some things simply cannot be explained by scientific principles, such as his time travel or the function of his eyes.

He was just a little dissatisfied with this body. Since transmigrating was a perk, why not expand the perk and make him invincible from birth?

As he continued cursing, he returned to the doorway, but Meng Qingge was nowhere to be seen.

Thinking of how heartbroken the other person looked, Lin Ping felt extremely guilty. He even wanted to explain, but in the end, he calmed down.

Tonight's experience proves once again that he is not yet capable of protecting his own safety, so how could he possibly drag Meng Qingge into this mess?

Meng Qingge returned to the mansion like a walking corpse, not uttering a word, just sitting blankly on the bed, as if she had lost her soul.

Under Huang Jiayu's repeated questioning, Rou'er answered truthfully.

"Qing'er, this child's stubborn personality is exactly like yours. Sigh, if only I had known this would happen in the first place," Huang Jiayu said, shaking her head helplessly.

She also felt that Meng Qingge was wrong in this matter.

I thought that if I let Lin Ping calm down for a few days, and then Meng Qingge came to apologize, I could win him back. I didn't expect Lin Ping to be so stubborn.

"No one has ever dared to treat my young lady like this before. Who does Lin Wuqing think he is?" Yun'er pouted angrily. "Don't think that just because my young lady is determined to marry him, there's a more outstanding young master from Wu Kingdom waiting for her!"

This is true. Meng Qingge is the most beautiful woman in Shuntian Prefecture. Coupled with her talent, the men who admire her line up from the south to the north of the city.

If she wants to get married, she can find any kind of husband.

Even the young master from the distant Wu Kingdom was willing to exchange letters with her.

"You're not allowed to talk about Young Master Lin like that!" Rou'er stopped crying and said angrily.

“Am I wrong? In what way is that young master from Wu Kingdom not better than young master Lin? He is not only young and promising, but also has superb medical skills, and he takes great care of you, Miss.” Yun’er argued logically.

The reason Meng Qingge took the initiative to contact that young master from the Wu Kingdom was because he was a shrewd businessman, had superb medical skills, and was exceptionally talented in literature.

Lin Ping was just a poor boy from the countryside. Although he was clever and handsome, he was worlds apart from the other man.

"Even if what you said is right, you can't belittle Young Master Lin." Rou'er's chest heaved with anger, and she was almost ready to fight Yun'er.

Hearing the two maids arguing outside the door, Meng Qingge became even more agitated. She pulled the covers over her head, isolating herself from the world.

Lin Ping was also covered up, and his emotions remained unsettled for a long time.

First, there was self-blame for Meng Qingge, and second, there was fear of Chiyang Pavilion.

He seriously questioned Lin Hao's identity, saying, "What kind of father would push his own child into a fire pit?"

If it's for training purposes, that's enough; he should step in and help.

That night, Lin Ping thought a lot, but ultimately remained calm. He decided to solve the problem in his own way.

Money makes the world go round. As long as you are rich enough to rival a country, you won't have to worry about having no followers or being afraid of the Crimson Sun Pavilion.

Early in the morning, he started getting busy again, which is typical for Lin Ping.

For a while, he focused most of his energy on glass.

After all, glass is a revolutionary product with many uses.

Not only could it replace window paper, but it could also be used to make more accurate crossbows, which was one of Lin Ping's greatest strengths.

After several days of effort, the glass-making process was barely able to achieve mass production.

Next, he embarked on a great research project: papermaking!

Thousands of years ago, people wrote characters on tortoise shells, which are called oracle bone script.

A thousand years ago, humans invented bamboo slips, which allowed writing to spread widely.

Later, paper was invented, but the cost of making a single sheet of paper was so high that only nobles could afford it.

Legend has it that a eunuch improved papermaking techniques in order to write a love letter to a girl, which led to paper entering ordinary households.

At that time, most of the materials that could be used to make paper were tree bark, but the amount of bark on a large tree was limited, and paper was still very expensive.

Later, bamboo paper was invented, and the entire bamboo tree could be used to make paper.

Bamboo paper has been used for over a hundred years and continues to this day without any change.

People seemed to think that this was the most ingenious papermaking technique, and there was nothing that could be improved.

But Lin Ping knew that to make a sheet of bamboo paper, it would take 100 days of processing and 10 days of steaming before the pulping and papermaking could begin.

The entire process is not only complicated, but also requires a large amount of firewood for heating.

As a result, forest vegetation was extensively cut down, and with the arrival of the Little Ice Age, the price of timber skyrocketed.