I'm Hounded by Fairies from Every Sect, but I Just Want to Escape This Marriage

The Hehuan Sect is decked out in festive decorations today, with the character for double happiness pasted everywhere.

In the candlelit bridal chamber, Lin Zhe is tied to a chair with an Immortal-Binding Rope, unable to move.

Facing the three stunning immortal maidens before him, he isn't the least bit flustered.

This is his 139th time fleeing a wedding. He's an old hand at it.

"Young Master Lin, it's a lovely night for romance. Why don't we..."

"Miss Li, what are you doing? You'll catch a chill if you take your clothes off. Hurry and put them back on."

"Lin Zhe, you have to take me tonight, no matter what you say."

"Miss Mu, even if you're wearing a black silk cheongsam, I, Lin, will never give in."

"Brother Lin, I want..."

"No, Miss Fox, you don't. You just want to cultivate diligently and restore the glory of the demon realm."