In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

Fu Heng looked at the scene in front of him, his heart filled with mixed emotions, which eventually turned into a helpless sigh.

"What a bad fate!"

He coughed lightly, and his two daughters immediately let go of Li Zimo like frightened little rabbits and sat up straight.

Seeing his daughters restrained their attitude, Fu Heng said with a stern face:

"Li Zimo, you were able to take my palm strike head-on and remain unharmed, which means you must be at least a ninth-level warrior.

Such talent is indeed extraordinary, but why did he deceive my daughter and call himself the King of Martial Arts?

How dare you use such absurd words to deceive others?

Li Zimo smiled calmly: "Father-in-law, you can see clearly that I have indeed reached the realm of Martial King."

Seeing that he was still stubborn, Fu Heng was immediately enraged and raised his hand to slam the table and stand up.

At this moment, a powerful aura burst out from Li Zimo's body. The familiar feeling of oppression made Fu Heng freeze instantly - this was clearly the aura of the King of Martial Arts, which was several times more powerful than that of the city lord Wu Qingfeng!

Liu Yizi was so shocked that she covered her lips with her hands, her beautiful eyes widened.

Seeing this, Sister Fu Sixuan couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

Hearing his daughters' laughter, Fu Heng came back to his senses. Thinking of how Li Zimo had deliberately shown weakness and vomited blood, his old face suddenly turned red.

"How dare this kid play tricks on me!"

Fu Heng felt ashamed and annoyed, but when he thought of the other party's identity as King Wu, he couldn't help but feel panicked.

He was just hesitating whether to give up the main seat, but he saw Li Zimo had restrained his breath and bowed respectfully, saying:

"Father-in-law, please understand that I did not use my power to resist just now, and I was not deliberately teasing you."

Seeing that his son-in-law was still humble, Fu Heng's expression eased a little.

But thinking that Martial Kings often have long lifespans, he hesitated for a moment before asking, "I wonder...how old are you, Master Zimo?"

Li Zimo smiled and replied, "Father-in-law, you can just call me Zimo. I just turned eighteen."

Fu Heng stood up in surprise and said, "Are you serious?"

Li Zimo nodded slightly: "Of course I am serious. How dare I lie to my father-in-law? If you don't believe me, just measure your bone age."

Fu Heng was somewhat tempted, but he felt that measuring bone age was not a good idea. After all, if it was a lie, wouldn't it be embarrassing if it was exposed?

After all, Li Zimo is too powerful.

So he forced himself to hold back and said, "There's no need to measure bone age. I naturally believe what my dear son-in-law says."

How could Fu Sirui not know what her father was thinking? How could her father feel at ease if she didn't measure her bone age?

Fu Sirui smiled slyly: "Dad~why don't you measure your bone age? Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll have trouble sleeping tonight~"

"Nonsense!" Fu Heng glared in feigned anger.

Liu Yizi also chimed in, "Master, go get yourself tested. I also want to meet our genius son-in-law."

Fu Heng pondered for a moment, then reluctantly took out the test crystal and explained as he walked:

"Don't blame me, dear son-in-law!

It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that your mother-in-law hasn't seen much of the world, so let her broaden her horizons.

Let's see if there really is someone in this world with such outstanding talent, who can actually cultivate to the Martial King realm at the age of eighteen.

Li Zimo took the crystal ball with a smile: "It's okay, son-in-law understands."

After saying that, he grasped the crystal ball and input spiritual power into it.

After the test was completed, Fu Heng took the crystal ball and took a look at it. It turned out to be eighteen years old!

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

Fu Heng said this three times, his beard trembling with excitement:

"My dear son-in-law, he is truly a rare talent! But you girls are marrying above your station!"

Liu Yizi also hurried forward to take a look, then showed a satisfied smile, her eyes full of relief.

The more the mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, the more satisfied she becomes.

The two sisters smiled at each other, their pretty faces filled with happiness.

Fu Heng laughed and clapped his hands, waving his sleeves proudly:

"Come on! Prepare the feast! Today I must drink three hundred cups with my son-in-law, and I won't leave until I'm drunk!"

The servants outside the hall moved upon hearing the sound, and soon a sumptuous banquet was prepared.

Fu Heng personally filled a glass of aged wine for Li Zimo and said aloud:

"My dear son-in-law, I have treasured this jar of 'Drunken Immortal Wine' for twenty years. Today I will drink it with you!"

Li Zimo quickly took it with both hands and said respectfully, "Thank you, father-in-law."

Liu Yizi smiled as she picked up some food for her two daughters and said softly:

"Xuan'er, Rui'er, eat more too."

Fu Sixuan and Fu Sirui nodded obediently, but from time to time they stole glances at Li Zimo, their eyes full of sweetness.

After three rounds of drinking, Fu Heng's face was already flushed. He patted Li Zimo's shoulder and said with emotion:

"My dear son-in-law, the greatest blessing in my life is to have a son-in-law like you! Come, let's have another drink!"

Li Zimo clinked his glasses together and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing her husband was drinking heavily, Liu Yizi gently reminded him, "Master, please drink less and don't get drunk."

Fu Heng laughed heartily: "Don't worry, Madam. I'm happy today, so why not get drunk?"

Fu Sirui interrupted playfully:

"Dad, if you're drunk, don't drag Brother Zimo into talking about old times again~"

Fu Heng glared at her and pretended to be serious:

"Little girl, how dare you make fun of your father? I'll punish you with a glass of wine!"

Fu Sirui stuck out her tongue, picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The spiciness immediately made her face wrinkle, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

During the meal, Fu Heng and Liu Yizi also learned that the city lord Wu Qingfeng would find out the truth within three days and seek justice for them, so naturally they drank again.

This meal lasted from noon to evening.

As the night deepened, the banquet was still lively.

Fu Heng and Li Zimo were toasting each other, chatting and laughing happily;

Liu Yizi tenderly cared for her husband and two daughters;

Fu Sixuan and Fu Sirui would pick up food and add wine for Li Zimo from time to time, their eyes full of tenderness.

That night, the Fu Mansion was brightly lit and filled with laughter.

When the moon was at its zenith, Fu Heng finally lost his ability to drink and fell drunk on the table, mumbling incoherently:

"My dear son-in-law... be good... treat my daughter well..."

Li Zimo replied solemnly:

"Don't worry, father-in-law, I will definitely live up to your trust."

Liu Yizi shook her head and chuckled, then ordered the servants to help Fu Heng back to his room to rest.

She turned to Li Zimo and said, "Zimo, you are tired today, you should rest early."

Li Zimo bowed and said, "Yes, mother-in-law."

Fu Sixuan and Fu Sirui held his arms, one on each side, and said softly, "We'll take you back to your room~"

Liu Yizi looked at the three people's departing backs, her eyes full of relief.

That night, the stars were shining brightly, as if blessing this beautiful marriage.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the bluestone slabs of the corridor.

Fu Sixuan and Fu Sirui held Li Zimo's arms on the left and right, and the shadows of the three of them overlapped in the corridor to form a beautiful picture.

"Husband~"

Fu Sirui suddenly stood on tiptoe, her lips almost touching Li Zimo's earlobe, her breath sweet as orchid:

"I am a man of my word. I will do what I promised you... tonight, I will do as you wish..."

Her fingertips gently brushed across Li Zimo's palm, sending a tingling electric current.

Fu Sixuan coughed lightly, and her jade-like face flushed, but her fingers unconsciously hooked around Li Zimo's belt:

"Rui'er, stop making trouble. Your husband drank a lot of Drunken Immortal Wine today..."

Before she could finish her words, she felt a tightening around her waist and was lifted up horizontally.

She couldn't help but exclaim, and the jade hairpin in her hair fell off, and her black hair fell like a waterfall.

"Do you think I'm drunk? Xuan'er, I want to see who will beg for mercy first?"

Golden patterns flashed in Li Zimo's eyes, a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and he tapped his toes lightly, instantly turning into a stream of light passing through the three courtyards.

The bed curtains in the boudoir swayed without wind, and the bed carved from thousand-year-old fragrant wood was filled with warm fragrance.

Fu Sirui twisted the candles lightly with her slender fingers, and twelve red candles bloomed one after another. The flickering candlelight cast a hazy light and shadow on the gauze curtain.

"Sister is so cunning~"

Fu Sirui pouted coquettishly, but saw that Fu Sixuan had already been gently placed in the pile of brocade, with her white clothes slightly open, revealing a jade-like collarbone.

Li Zimo leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Xuan'er is particularly beautiful today."

The warm breath made Fu Sixuan's ears turn red instantly, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Husband~ Where's Rui'er?"

Fu Sirui walked forward with a pout, biting Li Zimo's shoulder with her pearly teeth.

In her drunken haze, she caught a glimpse of her sister's jade feet hooked on the jade belt around her husband's waist, and her slender legs were faintly visible through the gauze.

"Rui'er is of course beautiful too,"

Li Zimo chuckled, and stroked Fu Sirui's cheek with his slender fingers.

"How could I forget you?!"

Seeing this, Fu Sixuan bit her lower lip and said, "Husband...husband is partial..."

The voice was as thin as a mosquito's, but it was indescribably charming.

The twin lotus flowers in the spiritual spring outside the window seemed to sense something and suddenly bloomed under the moonlight, emitting bursts of faint fragrance.

The maid on night watch hurriedly turned her back, but heard a blushing and heart-pounding conversation coming from the tent.

"We agreed...um...let me come..."

"Rui'er, stop making trouble..."

Li Zimo chuckled, his voice slightly hoarse:

"I'm just demonstrating the cultivation method first..."

The gauze curtain sways gently, and the red candles grow smaller...