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

Lin Ping's flustered appearance made Jiang Yunying both amused and exasperated. He was a great general of the Wu Kingdom, imposing and powerful in front of others, but he immediately cowered when he encountered Jiang Lanfeng. This is a case of one thing subduing another.

To dispel Lin Ping's doubts, Jiang Yunying put on her clothes and opened the door herself.

"When did Auntie come back?" Jiang Yunying asked first, as she also felt that Jiang Lanfeng's behavior was somewhat abnormal.

Even if it's a huge deal, can't we wait until the two of them finish their cultivation before discussing it?

"Yun Ying, it's not dark yet. You can't just keep indulging in pleasure all day long," Jiang Lanfeng said with a hint of exasperation.

In her mind, the women of the city lord's mansion should be made of iron and should cultivate at all times, otherwise how could they assist their younger brother in expanding the territory?

Jiang Yunying lowered her head shyly.

"Where's that brat Lin Ping? Why isn't he coming out?" Jiang Lanfeng said angrily, looking like he was about to kill someone.

"What's wrong with Aunt? Doesn't she always praise her husband?" Jiang Yunying asked, puzzled.

Since Lin Ping's identity was revealed, Jiang Lanfeng's attitude towards him has completely changed.

This is her senior brother's son, so of course he's better than other kids.

For the past six months, whenever Jiang Lanfeng appeared, she would always praise Lin Ping in front of Jiang Yunying for how outstanding he was.

She was even afraid that Jiang Yunying wouldn't want to wait for Lin Ping's return, so she kept telling her that Lin Ping was cultivating diligently for the sake of the City Lord's Mansion.

But today was different. When Jiang Lanfeng actually saw Lin Ping, he revealed a murderous aura.

Lin Ping's heart skipped a beat; he knew that covering his eyes was useless.

"Aunt, when did you arrive? I was just about to go a hundred miles outside Huai'an City to welcome you!" Lin Ping said shamelessly.

This is his secret weapon: if he can't beat someone, he'll say nice things.

"Smooth-tongued, is this all you've learned in half a year? You've truly disgraced your senior brother's reputation," Jiang Lanfeng said coldly.

She disliked Lin Ping's sweet talk the most; she believed that strength was the only true measure of success.

"Ascetic training?" Lin Ping's mind raced.

It was obvious that Jiang Lanfeng didn't know what he had been doing for the past six months, otherwise she wouldn't have given him time to speak.

"That's right, it's all about rigorous training. My father taught me a lot of skills," Lin Ping said confidently.

He wasn't lying. Over the past six months, Lin Ping had indeed learned a lot of skills, but none of them had anything to do with martial arts.

It's better to flatter and fawn, to speak to people in a human language and to speak to ghosts in a ghost language. In short, he didn't miss any of the practical skills for navigating the world.

"Oh? Then let me see how much you've improved," Jiang Lanfeng said with great interest.

Lin Ping is in a bad position; he's setting himself up for a trap.

He could even imagine that Jiang Lanfeng would challenge him to a match. Even though he had improved to the peak of the fourth stage in the past six months, his opponent was at the mid-stage of the fifth stage, which was not even in the same league.

Before Jiang Lanfeng could finish speaking, Lin Ping was already vigorously wielding the Moon Chasing Sword in his hand.

Romantic love!

As the sword danced, the surrounding air grew even colder, as if snowflakes were falling to the ground.

Before the sword move was finished, Lin Ping suddenly turned around:

The sun was blazing hot!

The once calm snowflakes suddenly became restless, the icy air turned scorching hot, and Lin Ping's sword strikes fell like meteors.

"Both of your sword techniques are at their peak. It seems you've reached the peak of the fourth stage," Jiang Lanfeng said expressionlessly, which hardly felt like a compliment.

"My husband is truly a martial arts prodigy. In just half a year, he has advanced from the early stage of the fourth level to the peak of the fourth level," Jiang Yunying said, taking the opportunity to praise him.

Although she knew that Lin Ping had improved his strength by using Jiang Hongling's cultivation method, she couldn't tell him.

"Your rank has indeed improved, but your strength hasn't changed at all. It's an insult to your senior brother's reputation!" Jiang Lanfeng said dismissively.

Lin Ping was shocked. Not only did they not praise him, but they even belittled him?

"Old hag, if it weren't for the fact that you're my aunt... I..." Lin Ping muttered to himself, "I still wouldn't be able to beat you..."

In the face of an absolute master, strength is the only truth; no amount of trickery will work.

"You can insult my character, but you can't insult my strength!" Lin Ping said arrogantly, thinking it would be cool.

"Alright, since you're so confident in your abilities, how about we have a match?" Jiang Lanfeng's lips curled up slightly, a triumphant smile on his face.

"Oh no! We've been tricked!"

Lin Ping realized this too late.

With the arrow already on the bowstring, Lin Ping faced a dilemma: taking a step back would result in humiliation, while taking a step forward might lead to his death!

If he had a choice, he would definitely choose the first option, but Jiang Lanfeng's actions showed him that he could only choose the second option.

"This is not fair! You are a top expert at the fifth dan level, while I am only a lowly fourth dan. I can't beat you at all!" Lin Ping shouted.

Since a war was unavoidable, Lin Ping could only try his best to gain some advantages.

“I didn’t expect you to beat me. You just need to withstand my attacks for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to pass,” Jiang Lanfeng said proactively.

"Only the time it takes for an incense stick to burn?"

Lin Ping and Gao Xiang almost fainted.

Lin Ping had always been bothered by the time unit of "one incense stick".

As described in the novel, one incense stick is about one shichen, or two hours, and it is indeed thick and long.

But Lin Ping personally verified that an incense stick only lasts for five minutes, less than half the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

The protagonist in the novel can endure for an hour, let alone a mere five minutes.

Lin Ping was even confident that he could prevent Jiang Lanfeng from making a move within five minutes; his verbal skills were no joke.

"Okay, I promise you!" Lin Ping rubbed his hands together, secretly pleased.

Even if his verbal skills don't work, he still has the ability to escape; he didn't learn to create chaos for nothing.

Five minutes was far too short, so short that it excited Lin Ping.

"Don't rush to agree. If you can't hold out for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, you can't continue living this kind of pampered life with Yunying," Jiang Lanfeng added.

hiss~

Lin Ping was on the verge of tears, cursing inwardly, "You old hag, why didn't you say so earlier? I've already agreed, how can I go back on my word? Luckily, it's only the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I'm not afraid."

"What if I win?" Lin Ping countered.

"That's impossible!"

Before Lin Ping could finish speaking, the other party had already rushed over at lightning speed, giving him no chance to talk back.

"Wife, quickly light the incense!" Lin Ping said anxiously. "Don't forget to keep blowing on it with your mouth. The air circulation will increase the oxygen content of the sparks, thus accelerating the combustion!"

Since the other party wasn't playing by the rules, Lin Ping decided to be shameless as well.

As long as Jiang Yunying cooperates enough, he is confident that he can reduce the incense stick burning time to within three minutes.

"Husband, you are no match for Aunt, please don't be reckless," Jiang Yunying said loudly, lighting a stick of incense.

Only she knew Jiang Lanfeng's true strength.