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

Losing to Jiang Lanfeng is not shameful, but losing to Jiang Lanfeng who only used 30% of his strength is a different story.

Lin Ping was so frustrated he wanted to disappear into the ground, and he couldn't even imagine the punishment after losing the competition.

Jiang Lanfeng had said beforehand that if he couldn't last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he would forcibly end his pleasure-seeking life with Jiang Yunying.

Lin Ping was initially somewhat unwilling, but after hearing Jiang Lanfeng's words, he had no face to refute them.

"I wonder if my aunt could teach my husband this sword technique that makes him stronger the more he fights?" Jiang Lanfeng pleaded.

She knew the power of this sword technique, which was perfect for Lin Ping, who desperately needed to improve his strength.

“The Boundless Sword Technique cannot be learned simply by being taught; it requires personal comprehension,” Jiang Lanfeng explained. “Everyone has their own unique version of the Boundless Sword Technique in their mind, and its power depends on your level of understanding.”

"Boundless Sword Technique? What an imposing name," Lin Ping said softly, certain that Lotus Palace did not possess this sword technique.

"Senior brother didn't tell you about the Boundless Sword Technique? Back then, it was with the Boundless Sword Technique that senior brother defeated our master, who was at the late stage of the fifth level, with his strength at the early stage of the fifth level."

When Lin Hao was mentioned, Jiang Lanfeng couldn't help but reveal a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Twenty years ago, my father was able to defeat a late-stage fifth-level master?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Ping gasped.

He knew that the master Jiang Lanfeng mentioned was the previous master of the Lotus Palace, who had passed away twenty years ago. This meant that his match with Lin Hao must have taken place at least twenty years ago.

Therefore, it's possible that Lin Hao is currently at some god-like level.

Seeing Jiang Lanfeng's surprised expression, Lin Ping quickly replied, "In the past six months, my father has only allowed me to undergo the most basic training and has not yet taught me the Boundless Sword Technique."

Lin Ping dared not let Jiang Lanfeng know what he had been doing for the past six months, otherwise his life would be in danger.

“That’s right. The prerequisite for cultivating the Boundless Sword Technique is having sufficiently strong internal energy as a foundation. Those with strength below the fifth level simply don’t qualify.” Jiang Lanfeng continued, “Where is Senior Brother now?”

"Where? Who knows where he's been gallivanting off to?" Lin Ping thought to himself with dissatisfaction.

He even felt that he wasn't Lin Hao's biological son. What kind of father is that?

After finally reuniting with her son, whom she had been separated from for twenty years, he left without saying a word.

This was something Lin Ping absolutely couldn't say to Jiang Lanfeng, so he said in a serious tone, "Father went to find Mother."

Although Lin Ping did not know Lin Hao's whereabouts, his answer was flawless.

"It's been twenty years, Senior Sister, how are you?" Jiang Lanfeng was somewhat lost in thought, clearly recalling sad memories.

"Auntie, could you tell me about my father and mother?" Lin Ping asked eagerly.

Blood is thicker than water. In the end, he is also Chen Hao's son. He wants to understand his parents' past and wants to see his mother as soon as possible.

Jiang Lanfeng's expression turned serious again: "Since Senior Brother has gone to look for Senior Sister, he probably won't be back for a while. But you must remember that Senior Brother has his reasons for doing all this. As his son, you absolutely cannot hold a grudge against them."

"Everything I have is given to me by my parents, so why would I resent them? I only blame myself for not being able to help them," Lin Ping said earnestly.

It's easy to tell from Jiang Lanfeng's tone that even a peerless expert like Chen Hao has encountered trouble.

"If you want to help your senior brother, you need to improve your strength as soon as possible," Jiang Lanfeng said earnestly.

To be honest, she was very optimistic about Lin Ping's potential; he might actually be able to help Chen Hao.

"To be honest, Aunt, I spend all my time with my wife not for pleasure, but to improve my strength." Lin Ping recounted their cultivation, and told her that he had a vast ocean within his body.

"What? You have an unknown energy hidden inside you?" Jiang Lanfeng looked surprised and quickly placed his palm on Lin Ping's chest, trying to feel the energy within him.

Her brows were furrowed, and she looked somewhat nervous and frightened.

Before long, his tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, and he even burst into laughter, which was out of character for him: "Senior brother actually succeeded! Senior brother, you are definitely a once-in-a-millennium genius!"

Jiang Lanfeng was talking to himself; he didn't want to explain anything to Lin Ping.

Her expression became more serious than ever before: "You just need to remember that this enormous energy is beneficial to you and you must make good use of it, and never disgrace it."

Lin Ping knew that Jiang Lanfeng was tight-lipped and that he wouldn't get any answers from her.

To be honest, that's not what he cares about most.

"So that means I can continue cultivating with my wife?" Lin Ping asked eagerly.

“I told you before, you can no longer enjoy yourself with Yunying,” Jiang Lanfeng said coldly.

"Wouldn't that be a waste of top-notch cultivation resources?" Lin Ping argued, after all, this was a cultivation method that killed two birds with one stone.

"I'm just not letting you enjoy yourself, I didn't say you can't continue cultivating," Jiang Lanfeng explained.

"I still don't understand," Lin Ping said, shaking his head.

"That means you can continue to cultivate with Yunying in this way, but not in the City Lord's Mansion, but in a place full of danger."

Jiang Lanfeng said angrily, thinking that Lin Ping was a complete idiot.

"No, no, this is too exciting," Lin Ping said, rubbing his hands together.

He refused because he knew it would be useless.

"Through this training method, you have also gained some insights. You can only improve when your internal energy is completely depleted. This applies not only to internal energy but also to physical strength. Only by constantly fighting, or even when you are on the verge of death, can your strength be greatly improved. In other words, pressure can make people progress quickly. My senior brother used this method to train back then."

Jiang Lanfeng explained slowly.

“That’s right, that’s how it’s written in novels.” Lin Ping nodded secretly, naturally knowing the benefits of extreme training.

"But where are we going to find such a place? With my wife's and my strength, we'll hardly encounter any opponents." At this point, a terrifying thought suddenly flashed through Lin Ping's mind: "Surely we're not going to challenge the Nightmare Palace?"

"The Nightmare Palace is not as simple as you think. It's not an extreme challenge, but a path to certain death," Jiang Lanfeng said disdainfully.

Lin Ping hated it when people kept him in suspense, but he couldn't do anything about it, so he could only show a curious and eager-to-learn expression.

"The land of Bashu! A place that occupies less than one-tenth of the empire's land, yet boasts nine-tenths of the sects." Jiang Lanfeng said mysteriously.

"Ninety percent of the sects?" Lin Ping gasped, a look of horror spreading across his face. He seemed to already know what kind of danger he would face in the future.