After descending the mountain, my aloof fiancée became completely devoted to me.

A chilling laugh echoed through the valley. Amidst the swirling clouds, a figure slowly approached, stepping on the flowing clouds. The person's long, silver-white hair flew wildly, and his loose gray robe billowed in the wind. The immense aura emanating from him was like a mountain pressing down, and the overwhelming pressure of a Martial Saint realm enveloped the entire Valley of Oblivion. The surrounding vegetation drooped, and the air seemed to freeze.

Lin Ping's eyes narrowed slightly, and the remaining internal energy within his body quietly circulated, instantly tightening his previously simmering blood and qi. This person's aura was powerful and vast, far surpassing that of the Blood Shadow Pavilion Master and his ilk; he was a true Martial Saint. Without making a sound, he slightly turned his body, concealing his inner strength, and his mind raced, calculating a strategy: the opponent's intentions were unclear, his cultivation unfathomable, and he had just forced a burst of power, his injuries not yet fully healed. A direct confrontation would be of no advantage; he could only act according to circumstances and observe the situation first.

Everyone in the room held their breath. Shen Aoxue and Chi Yao instinctively huddled together, their eyes filled with wariness, while Liu Lian shrank to the side, barely daring to breathe. Only Master Lingyun looked at the newcomer, raised an eyebrow, and showed a hint of helplessness on his face.

But the next second, the intimidating martial saint aura emanating from the white-haired old man suddenly dissipated, and the chilling aura around him vanished. The powerful figure who had just been like a fierce demon from another world instantly transformed into a playful old man with a grin. He rushed forward in three steps and started shouting at Master Lingyun.

"You old man Lingyun!" The old man's voice boomed, full of mockery. "Your prized disciple is choosing a son-in-law, such a joyous occasion, and you kept it from me? If I hadn't sensed the commotion in the valley and rushed over, I probably wouldn't even have gotten a cup of celebratory wine!"

Master Lingyun looked disgusted and waved his hands repeatedly: "Stop talking nonsense here. If I had informed you in advance, given your personality, Mo Ran, you would probably have snatched him away on the spot. I can't afford that trouble."

It turns out that this person is Immortal Master Mo Ran, a top-tier reclusive expert, and an old acquaintance of Immortal Master Ling Yun.

Master Mo Ran chuckled, his gaze immediately falling on Lin Ping, scrutinizing him from head to toe with amusement in his eyes. Before Lin Ping could react, he moved swiftly, leaving only a blur, and reached out to grab Lin Ping's wrist.

The moment his fingertips touched her pulse, Master Mo Ran narrowed his eyes. A moment later, a mischievous smile crept onto his lips, his eyes full of knowing. He deliberately raised his voice and teased, "Tsk tsk, I didn't expect Xiao Han to be so powerful now. She's really put her partner through a lot. Her blood and qi are disordered, and her meridians are slightly damaged. She's suffered quite a bit."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhu Xiaohan's cheeks flushed bright red. She lowered her head in embarrassment, her delicate hands clutching the hem of her clothes, her ears turning crimson. She didn't even have the courage to look up.

"What nonsense are you spouting, you old fool!" Immortal Master Lingyun immediately rebuked him in a deep voice, stepped forward to separate the two, and stood in front of Lin Ping. "Stop making irresponsible remarks. This is the son-in-law that Forget Love Valley has chosen. Don't get any funny ideas."

Master Mo Ran raised an eyebrow and laughed, about to continue teasing, when suddenly, a chilling, sinister laugh came again from the entrance of the valley, and a bone-chilling killing intent swept over once more, shattering the moment of relaxation.

"Hmph, Forget Love Valley is quite lively. It's quite a feat to find the two immortals reminiscing here."

Several dark figures swept into the courtyard one after another. The leader, wearing a dark red cloak, had a sinister face and fierce eyes. He exuded a murderous aura even stronger than that of the Blood Shadow Pavilion Master. Behind him followed more than ten powerful martial artists, each with a chilling presence, all notorious thugs in the martial world.

"Crimson Fiend Old Monster!" Immortal Master Lingyun's face darkened, his tone grave. "You dare trespass into my Valley of Forgetfulness?"

The man called the Crimson Fiend Old Monster cackled, "Old Lingyun, I'm not here to discuss the Dao with you today. That Lin Ping has repeatedly ruined my grand plans. Even if two immortal masters were here today, I would still take his life!"

The Immortal Master Mo Ran suppressed his playful laughter, his eyes turning colder, but he did not make a move. He simply stood by with his arms crossed and observed: "I will not interfere in the grudges of the martial world. I would like to see what skills this young friend has."

Seeing this, the Crimson Fiend Old Monster was overjoyed, convinced that Lin Ping was at his last gasp. He immediately shouted, "Attack! Take Lin Ping's head, and there will be a great reward!"

More than ten thugs rushed out from behind him at once, the sound of weapons being drawn was deafening, and swords, spears, and halberds were all pointed at Lin Ping, and a fierce attack instantly enveloped him.

Zhu Xiaohan and the others wanted to step forward to help, but Master Lingyun stopped them by raising his hand: "Let him do it himself."

Lin Ping slowly loosened his clenched fists, his pale face showing no fear, but rather a cold glint in his eyes. He had just taken a short break to recover, and his injuries had mostly stabilized. Although he couldn't unleash his peak combat power, he was more than capable of dealing with this rabble.

The first two assailants wielded broadswords, the blades whistling as they slashed at Lin Ping's shoulders from the left and right, their blades gleaming coldly, each strike ruthless. Lin Ping used the Dragon Step technique, his body moving like a willow catkin in the wind, lightly retreating to barely avoid the two blade strikes.

Before the two could finish their attack, he suddenly slammed his elbows sideways, sending a gust of wind whistling through the air.

Bang!Bang!

Two muffled thuds rang out in succession. The two assailants felt a tremendous force on their chests, their ribs snapped, and they screamed as they flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground and losing their ability to move on the spot.

Seeing this, the remaining members of the group launched an even more ferocious attack. Several longswords intertwined to form a sword net, descending from above, their tips pointing and blocking all of Lin Ping's escape routes. Lin Ping neither dodged nor evaded, but instead his palms flew, his powerful internal energy condensing in his palms. With a surge of palm wind, he forcefully struck the spines of several longswords.

A series of crisp, metallic clangs rang out, the swords trembled violently, and the assailants gripping them felt a sharp pain in their hands, their internal energy surged, and the swords flew out of their grasp. Lin Ping seized the opportunity to close in, his palms flashing, each strike precisely hitting the vital points around his opponents' bodies. In an instant, four or five assailants collapsed to the ground, writhing and groaning in pain.

Seeing that most of his men had been killed in an instant, the Crimson Fiend Old Monster's face turned ashen. He roared and took action himself. He leaped into the air, his palms gathering dense dark red fiendish energy. His palm strikes surged, carrying a ferocious aura that could corrode everything. He struck Lin Ping's head with a powerful and domineering palm strike, the air itself being slightly distorted by the scorching force of his palm.

"A death throes! Die!"

Lin Ping's eyes sharpened, and he pushed off the ground with both feet, his body suddenly rising into the air to meet the opponent's palm strike head-on. The two palms collided, creating a loud bang that shook the courtyard ground slightly, and the shockwave swept outwards from the two of them.

The Crimson Fiend Old Monster felt a soft yet indestructible force rebound from his palm strike, nearly causing his internal demonic energy to dissipate. He involuntarily staggered back three steps, his arm numb, his face filled with horror: "Your injuries are so severe, how can your strength still be so formidable?"

In his mind, Lin Ping would be exhausted after the series of battles, but in the current confrontation, the opponent was still good at both offense and defense, and his combat strength showed no signs of decline.

Lin Ping stood firmly in place, his breathing as steady as ever, and said calmly, "You are not worthy of making me fall."

Before he finished speaking, he launched a preemptive attack, his figure blurring into a blur as he instantly closed in on the Crimson Fiend Old Monster. His fist whistled through the air, aiming straight for the opponent's face. The Crimson Fiend Old Monster hurriedly raised his hand to block, but Lin Ping's moves were incredibly fast; his fist transformed into a claw mid-flight, grabbing at the opponent's wrist.

The Crimson Demon Old Monster was shocked and hurriedly withdrew his hand and retreated. At the same time, he circulated his evil energy, and the dark red mist around him surged. He unleashed his signature poison technique, and countless tiny poison needles mixed in with the mist shot towards Lin Ping.