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

Xu Qingluan, dressed in a dark blue suit, stood at the door with a heroic look, and the sword at his waist shone coldly in the morning light.

She raised her chin slightly, and her cold eyes were staring at Li Zimo without blinking.

"Good morning." Li Zimo stirred the porridge without looking up. "You've arrived just in time. Let's have breakfast together?"

Xu Qingluan frowned slightly: "My father said that you have reached the realm of Martial King?"

Her voice was cold as ice, with obvious suspicion.

Only then did Li Zimo look up and carefully examine his future Taoist partner.

Xu Qingluan was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, tall, with beautiful features, but she had a more mature charm than Xu Luyou.

She looked even more heroic in her Shenwuwei uniform.

"What, you don't believe it?" Li Zimo filled a bowl of porridge and handed it over.

Xu Qingluan didn't accept it, but took a half step back, pressing his right hand on the hilt of the sword: "Let's have a duel. If you really have the strength of a Martial King, I will recognize this marriage."

Li Zimo raised his eyebrows and placed the bowl of porridge on the stone table: "What if I win?"

"Of course...get married as agreed." Xu Qingluan's ears turned slightly red.

"Not enough." Li Zimo shook his head, a cunning light flashing in his eyes, "If I win, you have to take the initiative to kiss me."

"You!" Xu Qingluan was so angry that her eyebrows were raised, "You lecher!"

Li Zimo laughed and suddenly made a lightning-fast move, grabbing her slender waist and pulling her close: "Is this what you call a lecher? You haven't seen anything worse."

Xu Qingluan was shocked and angry, and slapped him on the chest.

This palm strike was accompanied by a fierce gust of wind. If it were an ordinary martial artist, he would probably vomit blood on the spot.

But Li Zimo did not dodge or evade, allowing her to hit him.

"boom!"

There was a dull thud, and Li Zimo didn't move at all. Instead, Xu Qingluan's palm became numb from the recoil.

Her pupils shrank slightly, and she finally became convinced that the other party did have the strength of a Martial King.

"Do you believe it now?" Li Zimo leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive skin. "But now that the competition has begun, we can't give up halfway."

Xu Qingluan gritted his teeth, unsheathed the long sword at his waist, and a cold light flashed.

She used the standard sword technique of the Divine Martial Guard, with sharp moves that went straight to the vital points.

Li Zimo, however, was strolling leisurely in the garden, and he dodged the sword's attack lightly every time it was about to touch him.

"You...can you be serious!" Xu Qingluan was shaking with anger.

This guy wasn't competing with her at all, he was clearly teasing her!

Every time he dodged, he would take the opportunity to touch her hand or brush her waist. It was so shameless!

"I'm serious." Li Zimo looked innocent. He suddenly flashed behind her, put his arms around her, and locked her in his arms.

Xu Qingluan's sword fell to the ground with a clang.

"Let me go!" She struggled, but she felt like she was trapped in an iron hoop and couldn't move.

What made her even more embarrassed and annoyed was that Li Zimo's lips were almost touching her ear, and his warm breath made half of her body numb.

"Didn't you just say that you would marry me if I defeated you?" Li Zimo's voice was low and pleasant, with a hint of teasing.

Xu Qingluan's ears flushed red. "I meant to defeat you head-on! Not to suddenly hug me from behind like this!"

"I'm afraid of hurting you."

"Can't you hold back a little?" Xu Qingluan struggled again, but to no avail.

Li Zimo tightened his arms and hugged her tighter: "But I like holding you like this."

Xu Qingluan was suddenly speechless.

She could feel the solid chest behind her and the other person's strong heartbeat. A strange sense of security surged in her heart, making her forget to struggle for a moment.

After a moment of silence, Li Zimo suddenly said, "However, I do have another way to defeat you head-on."

"What method?" Xu Qingluan asked subconsciously.

Li Zimo smiled slightly and turned her around to face him.

Before Xu Qingluan could react, she felt a soft touch on her lips.

Her eyes widened, unable to believe how dare this guy—

The kiss was domineering yet gentle, unyielding yet full of pity.

Xu Qingluan initially resisted, then gradually softened, and finally responded unconsciously.

It was not until he suddenly woke up due to lack of oxygen that he pushed Li Zimo away.

“You…you bad guy…” She panted, her cheeks flushed, “Who told you to use this method? It doesn’t count!”

Li Zimo smiled and said, "Then I'll try another method." After that, he suddenly picked her up by the waist.

Xu Qingluan screamed and subconsciously hugged his neck: "What are you doing? Put me down!"

"Let me show you our wedding room." Li Zimo strode towards the small building with a triumphant smile on his face.

Xu Qingluan finally understood his intentions and buried her face in his chest in shame: "Showing off in broad daylight... How shameless..."

"My lady, you are wrong." Li Zimo said seriously, "As a martial artist, why should we be bound by conventional etiquette?"

Entering the bedroom, Li Zimo gently placed Xu Qingluan on the bed.

The sunlight shines through the gauze curtain, giving her a soft golden edge.

At this moment, she is no longer the cold and aloof commander of the Divine Guards, but a shy woman waiting to be married.

"Qingluan," Li Zimo stroked her cheek, "I will treat you well."

Xu Qingluan turned her face away and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "...Yeah."

Just as the atmosphere was getting better, Elder Xu's loud voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard: "Little Li! Is Qingluan with you? Someone from the City Lord's Mansion is looking for her!"

Xu Qingluan woke up as if from a dream, pushed Li Zimo away, and hurriedly sorted out her clothes: "I...I have to go! I have official business!"

Li Zimo didn't stop her, but just smiled and helped her pick up the hairpin that had fallen: "Come back for dinner tonight?"

Xu Qingluan took the hairpin, quickly tied her hair into a bun, and walked out as if escaping.

When he reached the door, he stopped and said softly without turning his head: "...Yeah."

This subtle response put Li Zimo in a good mood.

He stretched and prepared to go see how the three women in Yunyou Tianfu were doing in their cultivation.

Just as he walked into the yard, he saw Xu Qingluan turning back and standing at the door, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

"What did you forget?" Li Zimo asked.

Xu Qingluan bit her lip, suddenly walked up to him quickly, pecked him lightly on the lips, then turned and ran as fast as the wind.

Li Zimo touched the place where he was kissed, shook his head and laughed.

This commander of the Divine Guards has a unique charm when he is shy.

He took out Yunyou Tianfu and probed into it with his spiritual sense.

I saw Xiangxiang guiding the three girls in their practice. Spiritual power was flowing around their bodies, and it was obvious that the transformation of the purity of their spiritual power had begun.

"Master," Xiangxiang sensed his consciousness and said in a voice transmission, "The three girls are all talented, especially Xu Luyou, who has grasped the skills the fastest."

Li Zimo nodded with satisfaction.

When Xu Qingluan comes back in the evening, she should be allowed to enter Yunyou Tianfu to receive the inheritance.

As for now... He looked at the sky and decided to go to town to buy some ingredients to prepare a hearty dinner.

After all, tonight is his "wedding night" again.