The Bride I Picked Up Is the Villain

[Updates irregularly, read at your own risk] [Locked for major revisions] On a bright, sunny day, the spiritual spring beside Lingxu Temple brimmed with spiritual energy. Qing Chi made a quick calculation and realized it was time to pick up a little one... So that day, everyone at Lingxu Temple saw their master, dressed all in white, return to the temple carrying a sweet little girl. Everyone: Holy crap! Master has an illegitimate daughter! It wasn't until the little girl grew up at an astonishing pace, changing every day, that they realized she probably wasn't an ordinary girl. But since Master had brought her home, even if she was a demon, she was a good one. Qing Chi named the girl Qing Yi. She was lovely and lively, with a sweet way of talking, and soon became everyone's darling at the temple. Until one day... "Master, Master! Qing Yi scared off another visitor!" Qing Chi, who had always been detached from worldly desires, sighed helplessly and followed his little disciple to find the girl, whisk in hand. There was Qing Yi, sunbathing in front of the main hall...in the form of a puddle. Qing Chi: "..." The little one he picked up was his responsibility. He'd raise her even if he had to do it on his knees. Blurb 2: Qing Yi grew up in just a couple of years. Once grown, she stayed by Qing Chi's side and became the mistress of the temple, to all those little disciples who had doted on her back then. The disciples: So we raised our master's wife with all our love and care? QAQ One day, Qing Chi was brewing tea and enjoying a quiet drink, but the little girl was nowhere to be seen. Then two little bubbles rose in the tea in his cup. A smile flickered across Qing Chi's face. He stared at the tea and said calmly, "Yi'er, come out." A gentle breeze swept by, and the sweet little girl appeared, leaning against him. Qing Yi watched Qing Chi take a sip of tea, her eyes sparkling, then said with a cheeky grin, "I was just in that teacup. Doesn't that mean Qing Chi just drank my bathwater?" The usually composed and self-possessed Qing Chi choked on his tea. Blushing bright red, he pulled the girl over and gave her a light swat on the bottom. The girl was so delicate that tears welled in her eyes, and she looked utterly pitiful. Qing Chi had no choice but to pull her into his arms and gently soothe her. Everyone at the temple watched their master's indulgence with their eyes lowered and their noses, well, watched their noses. The little demon...no, the mistress of the temple had been spoiled rotten by Master himself. Heroine: I'm not a demon, damn it! [Serious, celibate Taoist priest x delicate, clever little demon] Take a guess at what the heroine is. Actually, she really isn't a demon. A few things to know before reading: 1. I've never written xianxia before, so most of this is made up. I'm sure none of you have cultivated immortality either, so there's no need to nitpick the details. 2. I promise this will be an extra-sweet romance. Every plot point is in service of the love story. 3. This is a lighthearted side project, with irregular updates. Theme: Black and white.