Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Before dawn, only a faint, gray light shone from the depths of the cave.

Xie Xiaoyi was awakened by the surging internal energy around him. He opened his eyes abruptly, his gaze first falling to his side—

Yun Qianxun huddled beside the cold stone wall, her clothes disheveled, the black blindfold loosely tied behind her head.

A few stray strands of hair clung to her pale cheeks, and her breath was as faint as a candle flame that might be extinguished at any moment.

Xie Xiaoyi froze for a moment, as memories of last night's delirium fueled by evil spirits suddenly flooded his mind:

The night wind at midnight, the snapped ties, the struggle wrapped in black, and the primordial yin energy drawn into the dantian...

He sat up abruptly, instinctively channeling his inner strength. He felt a surge of power coursing through his meridians, far more powerful than before.

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly focused his mind to look inward. The vortex of energy in his dantian was spinning rapidly, faintly exuding the pressure of a seventh-grade realm.

"Could it be..." Xie Xiaoyi muttered to himself, "that I used the Qi Harmony Technique on her last night?"

He couldn't believe it, so he channeled his inner strength again, unleashing his seventh-grade aura without reservation, causing dust to fall from the cave ceiling.

Xie Xiaoyi's pupils dilated as he belatedly realized what was happening—

It turns out that by absorbing Xiao Lingyun's internal energy as a foundation, and adding Yun Qianxun's primordial yin energy, he actually managed to break through the sixth rank and enter the seventh rank!

While she was still in a daze, Yun Qianxun beside her suddenly swayed, her long eyelashes trembling as if she were about to wake up.

Xie Xiaoyi shuddered.

The images from last night suddenly flashed into my mind—

He gripped her slender wrist tightly, and she pushed him away desperately, her fingers trembling, her nails digging into his flesh.

His eyes were red, like a wild beast consumed by evil fire; her eyes were covered, like a pure white lamb.

Yun Qianxun swayed again. Xie Xiaoyi lightly touched the ground with his toes and hurriedly darted out of the ravine, crouching down and hiding behind an ancient tree, not daring to breathe.

......

When the sky brightened, the morning mist outside the cave had not yet dissipated.

Yun Qianxun broke free on her own. She didn't remove the black blindfold, but instead groped and tore her black clothes to shreds, revealing her rumpled, plain white undergarment underneath.

She didn't speak or cry. After getting up, she walked aimlessly out of the valley, her steps light and unsteady, like a soulless paper doll.

Occasionally, he would trip over a pile of rocks, but he would simply get up and keep walking, his fingers clenched until they turned white, without uttering a single sob.

A passing porter saw her alone and dressed in tattered clothes and couldn't help but ask her if she had encountered any bad people.

Yun Qianxun merely raised her eyes slightly, her voice as calm as a stagnant pool: "I don't know!"

"So, where are you from?"

Yun Qianxun's gaze remained unfocused as she repeated the three words: "I don't know!"

"Would you like me to take you out of the valley?"

Yun Qianxun paused for a long while, then blankly replied, "I don't know!"

Is this pretty girl an idiot?

What a pity, she looks like a fairy, yet she's so dull.

Since there's no one around, maybe I should...

The porter's Adam's apple bobbed violently twice, and greed grew wildly in his eyes.

He rubbed his rough hands together, grinned maliciously, and leaned closer. "Don't be afraid, little fairy. I'll take good care of you and make sure you feel like a god."

After saying that, he stretched out his calloused hand and grabbed Yun Qianxun's slender wrist.

The force was so great it felt like it was going to crush her bones, but Yun Qianxun only frowned slightly before returning to her wooden expression, without even a thought of struggling.

Ok.

She really is a beautiful but silly fairy!

This is a gift from heaven to a certain family, and they must enjoy it.

The porter grew bolder and, with a backhand tug, pushed Yun Qianxun down into the mud beside the mountain path.

The pebbles poked her back painfully, but Yun Qianxun seemed oblivious, her gaze fixed on the hazy sky without even blinking.

Seeing this, the porter became even more unscrupulous and pounced on her, tearing at her already disheveled clothes.

Yun Qianxun remained motionless, her empty eyes devoid of any emotion, as if she were not the one being violated, but merely an empty shell unrelated to her.

Xie Xiaoyi watched from afar, and felt a pang of pain in her heart at the sight. This was all caused by his demonic possession; he had ruined her.

At this moment, Yun Qianxun was like a broken rag doll, not uttering a sound or struggling at all from beginning to end.

She let the rough man's hands grope her body, let the fabric be torn with a screeching sound, her empty eyes unable to even muster any hatred.

Xie Xiaoyi witnessed this scene and, without hesitation, bent down and picked up a pebble.

With a firm squeeze between the middle finger and thumb, and a sudden burst of force from the fingertips, the pebble shot out like a cold arrow.

With a soft "plop," the pebble precisely embedded itself in the porter's neck, instantly creating a bloody hole from which fresh blood spurted out.

Before the porter could even scream, he fell heavily to the ground, landing on top of Yun Qianxun.

Yun Qianxun, however, seemed completely oblivious, remaining slumped on the ground without even moving a finger.

Just then, a series of hurried and unsteady footsteps came from afar, accompanied by suppressed breathing.

It was Murong Wei and Xiao Lingyun.

As soon as the appointed time arrived and the pressure points naturally released, the two began searching around the valley.

Xiao Lingyun's internal energy was mostly drained, his face turned pale, and he swayed violently with every step he took, relying entirely on Murong Wei to support him.

"Senior sister, where are you?"

Murong Wei's voice trembled with tears, her gaze sweeping anxiously through the morning mist.

When she saw the horrifying scene beside the mountain road, her voice stopped abruptly, and Xiao Lingyun froze on the spot.

The burly man's corpse was pressing heavily on Yun Qianxun's frail body.

Dark red bloodstains stained her plain white clothes, intertwined with the mud beneath her, a sight that made one's heart clench.

"ah--"

Murong Wei screamed, disregarding her fear, and dragged Xiao Lingyun over, stumbling and moving the corpse off Yun Qianxun.

Xiao Lingyun, panting heavily, looked at Yun Qianxun with eyes full of heartache: "Junior Sister... how are you?"

Murong Wei knelt down, her hands trembling as she smoothed Yun Qianxun's disheveled hair. "Senior Sister...you?"

"I want to take a shower!"

......

When Xie Xiaoyi saw Murong Wei helping Xiao Lingyun arrive and confirmed that Yun Qianxun was unharmed, he quickly disappeared without a trace.

By the time we got back to the inn, it was already broad daylight.

He dared not linger. After settling his bill, he shouldered his bag, left the inn, and headed straight east.

He deliberately avoided the official roads, choosing instead to walk along desolate mountain paths. His pace was slow, showing neither the impatience of rushing nor the slightest hesitation of lingering.

Every time the gong sounds at midnight, the evil energy within Xie Xiaoyi's body surges. He either gathers his energy and runs wildly along the mountain path, or plunges headfirst into the icy stream to stay calm.

Traveling day and night, battling the evil energy within his body, he finally arrived at a small town after several days and settled down.