The fairy forced me to marry into her family, so I retorted by throwing myself into the Pool of Fate

As the door opened, moonlight poured in.

A beautiful figure stood on the threshold, with a full moon behind her.

The moonlight first outlined her shoulders, then flowed down her spine, paused at her waist, and then descended into a sudden, full curve.

The white dress was thin and sheer, and a corner was lifted by the night breeze before falling back down.

Her beautiful figure stepped forward and gradually became clearer.

Her features were exquisite, her skin as smooth as cream, and her expression was aloof.

However, her round face seemed a bit out of place.

"Wife?" Li Ping called out.

The woman in the white dress didn't respond. She silently walked to the opposite side, sat down, and stared coldly at Li Ping.

"What the hell? Is this woman also seeing me for the first time?"

Li Ping was puzzled. He opened his mouth to try and ease the tension, but didn't know what to say.

"I still lack experience."

And so, the two sat facing each other in a stalemate.

After a long while, Li Ping finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He coughed lightly, stood up, and said, "It's getting late, why don't we rest early? After all..."

Before he could finish speaking, the woman in the white dress let out a cold snort, her eyes sharp as knives.

Even Li Ping, with his gentle nature, couldn't hold back at this moment.

He quickly came up with an idea.

"This won't work, that won't work, what do you want?"

Li Ping questioned him while carefully observing him.

"You chose this person, you're the one who wanted to get married. Do you expect me to lick your boots for you?"

"What do you mean by 'licking it'?"

The woman in the white dress's sudden remark made Li Ping laugh in exasperation.

After a moment's hesitation, he sat down again: "Now that we're Daoist partners, you should at least give me some kind of response, shouldn't you?"

"Attitude? What kind of attitude do you want?"

"Why do you want me to be your Daoist partner?" Li Ping simply laid his cards on the table.

"I am focused on cultivation and have no interest in a Daoist partner. Choosing you is merely to appease the marriage proposals from outsiders," the woman in the white dress said calmly.

Li Ping fell silent.

In the past, he had indeed heard some rumors in the market that many disciples of powerful clans were interested in Mu Yuebai and wanted to marry her.

And those inexplicable hostility from the Mu family members today—they should have some thoughts about that, otherwise why are they hostile towards me?

"It seems that many people admire this woman." Li Ping thought to himself, "But the Mu family lets her do as she pleases, probably not just to appease marriage proposals, but also because they want to keep her in the clan."

The logic is simple: when a daughter marries, she must leave home, but when a man marries into his wife's family, this is not necessary.

If you look at it that way, then the Mu family really doesn't have any deep feelings for me.

"But why me?" Li Ping asked again.

The woman in the white dress pointed at Li Ping's face and smiled, a rare occurrence for her.

Is it really because I'm handsome? Li Ping wanted to ask more, but the woman had already started to shoo him away.

"I'm tired, you can go stay in the side room."

Once outside the room, Li Ping realized that his back was soaked in cold sweat.

His outburst earlier was not only a test, but also a sign that he feared the woman might kill him at the slightest provocation.

After all, people with profound cultivation often have eccentric personalities.

Fortunately, the woman did not do anything reckless.

Upon arriving at the side room, Li Ping collapsed onto the bed, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

"Mu Yuebai's explanation for dealing with the marriage proposal is plausible."

"But why was he in such a hurry to get rid of me? Was he perhaps avoiding my last question?"

With no clue whatsoever, Li Ping had no choice but to put the matter aside.

"But no matter what, I am of value to Mu Yuebai, and I am not in danger for the time being."

With this in mind, Li Ping calmed his mind and began to meditate and practice breathing exercises.

……

……

At the entrance of the main house, the woman in the white dress withdrew her gaze.

She sat down by the window, took off the green jade bracelet from her wrist, made a hand seal, and the bracelet immediately lit up.

"Miss, I've seen the young master."

"The Li family members from White Stone Island have no bad habits. After joining the Taoist sect, they have been guarding the shop. They are quite honest and upright people."

"It's just that their aptitude is too low and their cultivation level is too poor."

"However, he is quite good-looking, no worse than the likes of Huang Duchuan and Jin Sheng."

"Oh, by the way, our son-in-law likes to talk nonsense. I teased him a bit just now..."

The woman propped her head up, gazed at the moonlight, and murmured to herself.

After a long while, a cold, desolate voice came from the jade bracelet.

"Nonsense."

"Miss, don't be angry, I was just playing around." The woman covered her mouth and laughed, then her expression suddenly turned serious: "But I still don't understand, why did you choose him?"

……

……

Nothing was said that night. When the next day dawned, Li Ping slowly finished his practice and ended his cultivation.

"A second-tier spiritual vein is indeed different. One night of cultivation is equivalent to five or six days in the past."

Looking inward, one sees the Dan Lake overflowing, with a faint mist rising above it.

"I haven't even switched to a water-based cultivation method yet, but my magical power has already changed. I wonder what will happen if I switch to a water-based method?"

"The condensation of the mysterious water into dew is truly extremely profound."

Li Ping was secretly pleased and felt a sense of anticipation.

After getting up and washing up, just as she was about to go out, she felt that her wedding robe was a bit too conspicuous, so she called out to the outside, "Xiaoqing, go find me some lighter-colored clothes."

Xiaoqing is the maid who helped Li Ping change his clothes yesterday, and she has now come to the courtyard to serve him.

Soon after, she came in carrying a pile of plain-colored clothes.

"I didn't know which type the young master preferred, so I brought a little extra," Xiaoqing said.

Li Ping nodded, his gaze sweeping over the clothes, momentarily unsure which one to choose.

"White, though a pale color, doesn't suit me; cyan is a bit too pretentious; and green is inappropriate..."

"Black is still the most understated color."

As soon as he picked up the black robe, Xiaoqing stepped forward to help him change.

Li Ping raised his hand to stop him: "From now on, I'll handle these kinds of things myself."

Xiaoqing was taken aback, lowered her head and replied "Yes," then silently withdrew.

After changing his clothes and having dinner in the hall, Li Ping went straight to the main room.

Just as he was about to go in, Xiaoqing stopped him, saying, "Young master, you mustn't."

"Can't I enter the main room?" Li Ping glared at him, making a move to push the door open.

"Miss said that the young master cannot enter this room without her permission." Xiaoqing stood in the doorway, her voice fading.

Li Ping, in a fit of anger, asked again, "Where is Yuebai?"

"Miss has gone into seclusion to cultivate, and has not informed us when she will emerge," Xiaoqing explained.

Those who cultivate themselves may go into seclusion for several months or even several years, and those with profound cultivation may even go into seclusion for decades.

Therefore, it is said that once one goes into seclusion, one loses track of how many years have passed.

Li Ping feigned anger and gave a cold snort, but in reality, he was secretly pleased.

Being with a Foundation Establishment expert was quite stressful for him.

That saves me a lot of trouble.

"Good, it's best if you go into seclusion for decades and then come out and see how I deal with you."

Li Ping walked lightly, turning his head towards the courtyard gate.

Just as they were planning to go and take a look at the Mu family's treasure vault, Xiaoqing blocked their way again.

"What's wrong now?"

"Master instructed that the young master should stay in the courtyard recently," Xiaoqing said softly, not daring to look at Li Ping.

"Am I not allowed to leave this room?"

Li Ping looked displeased, shoved Xiao Qing aside, and opened the courtyard gate.

A young male doctor was standing outside the door.

He looked Li Ping up and down, then suddenly winked and leaned closer:

"You're the pretty boy that Sister Yuebai found?"