Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Xie Xiaoyi gathered his strength to chase after Dong Yin, when a chilling sword wind suddenly struck the back of his neck.

He dodged to the side, and Murong Wei's longsword grazed his clothes and struck the stone bricks on the ground, sending sparks flying.

"Xie Xiaoyi, today is your death day!" Murong Wei shouted hoarsely, her sword moves ruthless, each strike aimed at vital points.

Yun Qianxun's figure was elusive, her pure white figure following her like a shadow. A wisp of true energy condensed at the tip of her sword. It seemed slow, but it blocked all of Xie Xiaoyi's escape routes.

Xiao Lingyun stood guard at the rear, his long sword held horizontally, its sword intent as deep as the abyss, forcing him to run out of the town.

"A bunch of lunatics!"

Xie Xiaoyi cursed angrily, seized an opening, pushed off hard with his toes on the roof tile, and shot off like an arrow towards the valley outside the town.

Three people were hot on his heels. A cold wind blew at the entrance of the valley, and there were jagged rocks everywhere. Xie Xiaoyi plunged into the valley, but the sounds of pursuit behind him did not diminish at all.

He glanced back; Murong Wei's purple dress shone like a burning flame in the moonlight.

Those were people he had persecuted, people he had risked his life to save, and even people for whom he had given up his master's life...

Xie Xiaoyi gritted his teeth. The burning sensation in his dantian began to scorch him again. The evil fire surged through his meridians and spread throughout his body, causing him to lose much of his rationality.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, using Yan Fanyun's lightness skill to its fullest extent, specifically targeting the rugged and narrow mountain paths in the valley.

Sometimes he skimmed along the cliff face, sometimes he leaped over rocks, deliberately choosing a narrow pass where two paths intersected, so that the three people behind him would have to separate if they wanted to catch up with him.

......

The mountain path grew narrower and narrower, and the sound of the wind behind them grew closer. Xie Xiaoyi turned around and his heart skipped a beat—

It was Xiao Lingyun who caught up with them; they must have split up at the fork in the road with his two junior sisters.

Xie Xiaoyi ran as fast as he could until the mountain path ahead came to an abrupt end.

cliff--

Beneath his feet lay a bottomless abyss churning with clouds and mist, behind him stood Xiao Lingyun's icy sword.

"Xie Xiaoyi, you have nowhere to escape." Xiao Lingyun approached, long sword in hand, pointing directly at his face.

Xie Xiaoyi squinted her reddened eyes, "Her senior brother, don't be impatient, I can tell you a story!"

"You lecherous scoundrel, what nonsense do you have to spout?"

"I can divide my story of the ecstasy I shared with your junior sister into three parts, each part into eight segments, so you can listen to each segment one by one. I guarantee you'll feel like you're right there!"

Xiao Lingyun trembled with anger, his hand gripping the sword shook uncontrollably, and even the sword intent around him became somewhat disordered.

"Shameless lecher! How dare you defile my junior sister like this! Today I will tear you to pieces and throw your body to the bottom of this cliff!"

Having said that, he suddenly swung his sword down!

This sword strike was imbued with rage and was powerful and heavy, but the anger clouded his judgment. The sword move was heavy and ruthless, but it lost its speed, leaving a shockingly large opening.

Xie Xiaoyi was deliberately trying to provoke him, and seeing this, his wicked smile widened even more.

idiot!

Just like before, he reveals his weaknesses when he gets angry. Compared to when he challenged the World Sword Association last time, he was full of flaws.

The thought had barely formed in his mind when Xie Xiaoyi exerted force with his feet, his right leg slamming into the ground in a powerful "Dragon Tail Sweep" motion, propelling him forward with the force of the recoil.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Fanyun used his lightness skill to its fullest extent, his whole body pressed against Xiao Lingyun's sword edge, and he slipped through the wide-open opening in Xiao Lingyun's chest.

Before Xiao Lingyun could react, Xie Xiaoyi flipped his wrist, his index and middle fingers forming a sword, and struck the Xuanshu acupoint on the lower back of the opponent as fast as a shooting star.

With a soft "hiss," Xiao Lingyun's body stiffened abruptly, and his hand gripping the sword instantly lost its strength.

Xie Xiaoyi pressed his advantage relentlessly, his fingertips moving like butterflies flitting among flowers as he successively struck Zhangmen, Jianjing, and Futu acupoints on his thigh.

With three major acupoints successively suppressed, Xiao Lingyun felt his blood and qi flowing backwards, and he couldn't muster any strength.

The first thought that came to mind was that Xie Xiaoyi's martial arts skills had improved.

A year ago, when they fought, he was only at the third rank, and I could easily overwhelm him with a single sword strike.

But in just one year, his cultivation level was actually comparable to his own.

Xiao Lingyun cursed himself for being too stupid. He couldn't control himself when provoked. This time, the other party captured him without using any hidden weapons. He deserved to die.

Xie Xiaoyi grabbed Xiao Lingyun's neck with his backhand and suddenly activated the Azure Dragon Absorbing Water technique.

A powerful suction force suddenly burst forth from his palm, and the pure internal energy in Xiao Lingyun's dantian surged into Xie Xiaoyi's body like a river overflowing its banks.

While Xie Xiaoyi absorbed his internal energy, he also refined it using the Qi Harmony Technique within his body. In no time, Xiao Lingyun felt that he had lost almost half of his true energy.

Just as he was pale and on the verge of death, two figures, one in purple and one in white, leaped onto the cliff top. They were Murong Wei and Yun Qianxun.

Murong Wei immediately spotted Xiao Lingyun, whose neck was being held in a clamp, and was filled with shock and anger.

With a "hum," the long sword in her hand thrust out, its tip pointing directly at Xie Xiaoyi. Her purple skirt fluttered as her voice trembled.

"Xie Xiaoyi! Let go of my senior brother!"

Xie Xiaoyi gripped Xiao Lingyun's neck, his tone flippant yet carrying a deadly threat:

"What? You want to fight? Go ahead."

If you take another half step forward, your dear senior brother will be feeding the wolves at the bottom of the cliff.

Xiao Lingyun made a hoarse sound in his throat, as if to say: Never mind, I'll kill him.

But he couldn't utter a single word.

Yun Qianxun was clear-headed and knew that saving her senior brother was the priority. She pointed her sword at Xie Xiaoyi and said coldly:

"Xie Xiaoyi, release my senior brother, and we can let you leave temporarily."

"Let me go?" Xie Xiaoyi's gaze lingered on Yun Qianxun's slender figure. "Just letting me go?"

Murong Wei was so angry that her eyebrows furrowed and her hand gripping the longsword trembled. "You... what else do you want to do?"

"think!"

think?

He said that again.

This reminded Murong Wei of her conversation with Xie Xiaoyi at the inn, and a chill suddenly ran down her spine.

That experience was too humiliating, too unbearable to recall, like a poisoned thorn deeply embedded in her heart.

"You...you're despicable, you're shameless!"

Xie Xiaoyi shook his head to the left and right, and his neck bones made two "crack" sounds.

"Hehe! If you want me to let him go, you two turn around right now."

Turn your back to me and don't turn around. That way I can safely escape using my light-footed skills.

Yun Qianxun's expression changed, her cold eyes filled with vigilance: "Release Senior Brother first, and we will let you leave immediately."

"Let him go first?" Xie Xiaoyi sneered, his palm suddenly tightening, and Xiao Lingyun instantly let out a muffled groan.

"No discussion. Either turn around so I can run away safely, or watch him die."

Just then, a cloud swept across the bright moon in the wind, carrying with it a chilling and eerie feeling.

(Her hair disheveled, her sword gleaming coldly, her snow-white figure fallen and scattered by the wind.)