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

The next morning, in the main hall of the Fu Mansion.

The morning light shines through the carved window lattices, casting mottled shadows on the bluestone floor.

The aroma of tea fills the air, and the atmosphere in the hall is warm and peaceful.

Fu Heng sat upright in the main seat, his knuckles unconsciously stroking the celadon teacup, his eyes occasionally glancing at Li Zimo, who was sitting calmly opposite him.

His fingers tightened unconsciously, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of his palms.

"Good son-in-law..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a slight "click" sound, and spider-web-like cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the teacup.

A golden light flashed in Li Zimo's eyes, and he tapped his fingertips lightly.

A gentle spiritual power instantly enveloped the teacup that was about to break. The amber tea soup remained motionless within the spiritual power, without even a ripple.

"Father-in-law, be careful, your hands are hot."

Following the gentle reminder, the teacup was lifted by spiritual power and slowly fell back onto the table.

Fu Heng's pupils shrank slightly. He could control his spiritual power with such ease, worthy of being a powerful Martial King.

Liu Yizi, who was standing by, looked up when she heard the voice, and the handkerchief embroidered with orchids slipped from her knees.

"master..."

She was about to stand up, but Fu Heng stopped her with a wave of his hand.

"That's all right. Just sit down."

Li Zimo took in his father-in-law's hesitation and said softly:

"Father-in-law, do you have anything to tell me?"

Fu Heng took a deep breath and tapped his knuckles on the table:

"My dear son-in-law, I do have something to ask you."

His eyes swept over the mother and daughter who were chatting and laughing not far away.

"I wonder when you plan to marry Xuan'er and Rui'er? That way we can start preparing early."

As soon as the words fell, the hall suddenly became quiet.

The embroidery frame in Liu Yizi's hand paused, and the silver needle gleamed faintly in the sunlight.

Fu Sixuan paused as she was pinning flowers for her sister, and the pearls on the jade hairpin swayed gently.

Fu Sirui suddenly looked up, her almond eyes filled with anticipation.

Three pairs of beautiful eyes looked at him at the same time, and the hope in their eyes almost became material.

Li Zimo raised the corners of his lips slightly, and gently stroked the edge of the teacup with his fingertips:

"Father-in-law, I am alone in this world, with no place to stay."

His voice was gentle but firm.

"To me, Sixuan and Sirui have long been my wives. The wedding is just a formality."

After a pause, he continued: "Besides..."

He looked at Fu Heng calmly.

"I dare not lie to my father-in-law. I already have several fellow Taoists in my family. If we want to hold a wedding, we should organize it together. It is only fair."

The teacup creaked in Fu Heng's hand as it couldn't bear the weight.

His face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the veins on his forehead were faintly visible.

The embroidery frame in Liu Yizi's hand fell onto her knees with a "pa" sound.

She looked at her two daughters worriedly, but saw that they looked normal, except that Fu Sirui's ears were slightly red, while Fu Sixuan lowered her head to adjust her sleeves with a smile on her lips.

The hall was silent for a moment, with only the sound of the morning breeze brushing against the window frames.

Fu Heng suddenly slammed the table and stood up, and the rosewood table cracked with a "crack".

His hair and beard were all standing up, and his voice was changing tone:

"How can I do this without a legitimate status? Do you want me, the daughter of the Fu family, to be your concubine who you cannot see in public?!"

Before he finished speaking, a whirlwind of spiritual energy suddenly swept through the hall.

Li Zimo's sleeves moved without wind, and nine dragon-shaped shadows appeared and disappeared behind him.

He raised his hand and pressed lightly, and the table that was about to collapse was restored to its original state in an instant.

"Father-in-law, calm down."

A jade-like light shone from Li Zimo's fingertips, drawing a mysterious trajectory in the air.

Suddenly, golden Taoist patterns appeared around the Fu Sixuan sisters, reflecting the spiritual power of Li Zimo.

“Please look—”

The embroidery frame in Liu Yizi's hand fell to the ground with a "click".

She stared at her two daughters, only to see Fu Sixuan lift her jade finger slightly, and all the porcelain in the hall suddenly floated up, and a little deer jumped around her;

Fu Sirui blinked mischievously, a strand of her black hair moved without wind, streaks of light wrapped around her fingertips, and then turned into a cute big white rabbit in her arms.

"This...this is..." Fu Heng staggered back two steps, holding onto the trembling chair back.

As a warrior, he knew very well what this meant - the transformation of spiritual power into something was the mark of a powerful martial king!

Fu Sixuan said softly:

"Father, the last time my daughter came back, she was promoted to a martial spirit with the help of my husband."

As her jade hand flipped lightly, a wisp of pure spiritual power flowed into Fu Heng's body, "

In the past few days, he was promoted to King Wu..."

“Let me tell you what I am telling you!”

Fu Sirui suddenly hugged her mother from behind, resting her chin on Liu Yizi's shoulder and acting coquettishly:

"Mother, it was so painful that day! My husband first washed my marrow with the thousand-year-old spiritual milk, and then..."

He suddenly fell silent in the middle of his words, and the tips of his ears turned red.

Liu Yizi touched her daughter's cheek tremblingly, tears streaming down her face.

She knew better than anyone how huge the chasm was from a warrior to a martial king.

Ordinary monks may not be able to achieve success after a hundred years of hard training, but this young man in front of them actually made two girls...

Fu Heng suddenly burst into tears.

He remembered that when he passed by the courtyard this morning, he saw his daughter, who should have been practicing sword, teasing the spirit bird instead - at that time he thought she was just being lazy, but it turned out that she no longer needed these basic trainings.

Li Zimo smiled slightly, and his voice as gentle as jade echoed in the hall:

"Father-in-law and mother-in-law, please be at ease. Sixuan and Sirui are now Martial Kings and will have long lives.

There is still a long way to go. In the future, I will definitely hold a unique wedding for them and make them the happiest women in the world.

At that time, we must respectfully invite the two elders to witness it.

Fu Heng and Liu Yizi looked at each other, their eyes full of relief.

The two girls looked at their loved ones infatuatedly, with tenderness in their eyes.

Liu Yizi sighed softly, and took Fu Sixuan into her arms, tightly wrapping her arms around her two beautiful daughters.

"Xuan'er, Rui'er..."

Liu Yizi's voice trembled slightly, and her fingertips gently stroked her daughters' hair.

"Now that you have found your beloved, you must respect each other as guests from now on and not act recklessly..."

The two sisters snuggled obediently in their mother's arms, the aura of King Wu disappearing from their bodies, as if they had returned to being little girls in the boudoir.

Fu Sixuan buried her face in her mother's shoulder, her tears soaking Liu Yizi's clothes:

"Don't worry, mother. I will serve my husband wholeheartedly... We will be happy..."

Fu Sirui nodded repeatedly with red eyes, her voice choked with sobs:

"My daughter will be like her sister... and won't worry my parents..."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yizi hugged her daughters tighter, patting their backs with her delicate hands, and crystal tears rolled down her face.

The two grown men on the side turned their heads away uncomfortably when they saw this, as they couldn't stand this kind of scene.

Li Zimo and Fu Heng's eyes met, and they hurriedly picked up their teacups, drinking tea to hide the emotion and embarrassment in their eyes.

At this tender and affectionate moment, a report from the housekeeper suddenly came from outside the hall:

"Master, the city lord is here to visit!"

Upon hearing this, Fu Heng stood up suddenly, not caring that his sleeve had knocked over the teacup. "Quick! Come in!"

Before he finished speaking, he quickly changed his words: "No, I will go to meet him myself!"

As he spoke, he ran out quickly, leaving only a series of hurried footsteps echoing in the corridor.