It was unexpected that Yin Ruhua had such a peculiar taste, marrying such an old man at a young age.
However, by the standards of some experts today, a man in his sixties is in his prime, so it seemed perfectly acceptable for Yin Ruhua to marry him.
Although Mu Yisheng was quite unsightly, his powerful aura indicated that his skills were absolutely formidable and cunning.
If classified according to ancient martial arts cultivation realms, Mu Yisheng's wood element cultivation technique had already reached the ninth level of the Innate realm.
Yin Ruhua's ability to marry such a man, and even cede control of the entire Lion's Den to him, had one ultimate purpose: to use him to avenge her brother.
As for Mu Yisheng, he was coveting Yin Ruhua's beauty.
These two individuals, each with their own motives, could be considered a perfect match from any perspective.
"Cheng Xiaofan, you've got some nerve, actually showing up here!" Yin Ruhua's beautiful, plump face darkened instantly.
Cheng Xiaofan chuckled and said, "Yin Ruhua, you've gotten fatter since we last met at Yuyan Mountain!"
Normally, a woman would fly into a rage if someone told her she had gained weight, as it was clearly an insult.
However, Yin Ruhua merely grinned and replied, "Cheng Xiaofan, you know how to talk. My husband likes to eat fatty meat."
"Just for that comment, I'll have my husband give you a quick death!"
In front of so many people, this woman dared to say anything.
Cheng Xiaofan let out a cold laugh and said, "Yin Ruhua, I'm here. Please release Elder Tang and Luo Cheng!"
Yin Ruhua shook her head and smiled, "Cheng Xiaofan, do you know that even when my brother Yin Tiejiu was alive, he had his eye on this chef cultivator? The exquisite dishes he made were rarely seen in this world!"
"It's a pity that Mr. Tang refused to join my Black Lion Sect, which is why his family brought about his death."
"Cheng Xiaofan, you're too naive. This old man Tang, a treasure in my hands, has finally been captured. How could I possibly let him go so easily?"
Hearing this, Cheng Xiaofan's expression turned cold. "So, Yin Ruhua, you're trying to force my hand here?"
"Hahaha, 'force your hand!' Well said!"
At this moment, Mu Yisheng, who had been silent, couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Cheng Xiaofan, do you know where you are?"
"Here, this Chieftain is the King of Hell. If the King of Hell wants you dead by the third watch, who dares keep you until the fifth watch!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the hall erupted in laughter.
"Brat, do you think you can leave Lion's Den alive?"
"Our Chieftain Mu is not Yin Tiejiu of the Black Lion Gang, who got drunk with his men and fell into your trap, killed by you in a mountain ravine on Yuyan Mountain!"
"Do you think you can get away with anything here?"
"You ignorant brat, do you really think our Chieftain Mu is as easily fooled as Yin Tiejiu?"
"Hahaha!"
"Hehehe!"
"Hohoho!"
...
"..." Hearing what those people said, Cheng Xiaofan was momentarily stunned.
Yin Tiejiu and his men were killed by him because they were drunk and fell into a trap?
No wonder those three guys at the entrance of Lion's Town were so aggressive towards him when they first met.
So, in their hearts, they never took him seriously at all!
It was clear that this was all Yin Ruhua's doing.
From this, Cheng Xiaofan could tell that Yin Ruhua had deliberately downplayed his strength in front of Mu Yisheng in order to use him to avenge her brother.
Listening to the triumphant and arrogant laughter filling the hall, Cheng Xiaofan immediately responded with a hundred times the volume, clapping and laughing: "Haha, hehe, hoho!"
His laughter was so loud it could have blown off the roof.
Everyone in the hall felt their eardrums being pierced, their minds buzzing, and involuntarily covered their ears with their hands.
Yin Ruhua, in particular, looked as if she was about to faint from the shock. She slid off the sofa and landed on the ground.
"Brat, what are you laughing at?" Mu Yisheng's face darkened instantly, and he asked.
Cheng Xiaofan then stopped laughing and said, "Nothing much. Your laughter was infectious, and I couldn't help but laugh along."
"Is there something wrong with my laughter?"
Yin Ruhua finally recovered and scrambled up from the ground, pointing at Cheng Xiaofan and shouting furiously, "We can laugh, but you can't!"
Cheng Xiaofan smiled faintly and pretended to be brainless as he asked, "Fat pig, why can you guys laugh, but I can't?"
"What's there to laugh about for someone who's about to die!"
Upon hearing Cheng Xiaofan call her "Fat Pig," Yin Ruhua was almost bursting with anger. She grabbed Mu Yisheng's arm and yelled, "Husband, stop wasting your breath with him, just kill him for me!"
"Alright, this brat is done for once he meets me!" Mu Yisheng reached out and pinched her cheek, saying.
Yin Ruhua immediately shamelessly replied, "Thank you, husband!"
Ugh!
Hearing this, Cheng Xiaofan almost gagged.
What kind of couple were these two!
"What a disgrace!" Cheng Xiaofan shook his head and sighed.
Mu Yisheng roared, "Surname Cheng, who are you talking about?"
Cheng Xiaofan chuckled and said, "I'm talking about you two scoundrels!"
"Everyone, go! Quick and decisive, swarm him!" Mu Yisheng said furiously to those in the hall.
At this moment, Mu Yisheng wanted those people to finish Cheng Xiaofan quickly, so that his woman would know how powerful he was in this world!
"Kid, you've finally managed to anger our Chieftain. So, die!"
A scar-faced man stepped out from the hall, pointing at Cheng Xiaofan and shouting hoarsely, "Brothers, listen to the Chieftain, let's all go, swarm him!"
These people immediately let out wolf-like howls.
With bloodshot eyes, they surrounded Cheng Xiaofan.
In their minds, as soon as they rushed him, this brat surnamed Cheng would die horribly, torn to shreds.
They had done this kind of thing countless times.
No matter how capable the opponent was, one person could not fight four fists.
Moreover, each of them was a master among rogue cultivators in the martial world. Their mere powerful presence could crush the opponent to death, leaving them unable to move, at their mercy.
"Come, Ruhua, sit on my lap, let me hold you!"
Mu Yisheng, with his withered hand, grabbed Yin Ruhua's plump hand and said proudly, "This kid is definitely dead. Let's celebrate in a special way in advance!"