Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Ouyang Ce felt that the whole thing was both absurd and inexplicable. Xie Mo left so suddenly without any explanation, which was really strange.

Looking at Ning Yangzi, who was standing in front of me, I saw that she had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, a refined and elegant temperament, and a calm and composed demeanor.

This made him forget the previous absurdity and strangeness; his mind was filled only with the stunning beauty in her eyes and brows, and he unconsciously murmured:

"Of course, of course. Since Miss Ning is Young Master Xie's sister, it would be our honor if she would deign to stay here."

......

Xie Xiaoyi had been away from the capital for several days, traveling day and night, and dared not reveal his identity in the slightest.

During the day, he only dared to act in the name of Xie Mo. Even with his superb lightness skills, the constant travel had worn down his eyes and made him look tired.

Before long, as the view ahead widened and the salty, damp sea breeze rushed towards him, he realized that he had stepped into the East China Sea.

As the sun began to set, a small town built along the sea came into view in the distance.

The green tiles and mud walls are scattered, and several fishing boats are moored by the harbor, their lights twinkling on the sea.

Xie Xiaoyi stood by the roadside, gazing at the scene where mountains and sea merged into one, and felt inexplicably relieved.

His mind was at ease, and his sword intent surged forth.

The frustration from days of travel intertwined with the exhilaration of seeing this mountain and sea, and his hand unconsciously went to the Guanchaohai Sword on his back.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the green sword was drawn from its sheath, its cold light slanting across the setting sun, drawing a clear arc of light on the deserted official road.

With no one around, only the sound of the tide lapping against the shore and the evening breeze rustling through the trees, he lightly touched the bluestone with his toes, and his figure suddenly moved. The shadow of his sword rose and fell with his chanting, and the sword's momentum expressed his feelings to the fullest.

With a swift stroke of the sword, he spun around, his arm outstretched, the sword's momentum like a sudden gust of wind cutting across the ocean, stirring up dust and sand on the official road, and he uttered a clear chant:

"A swift wind whips up a thousand waves on the sea, a single sword cleaves the vast ocean in two!"

The sword cuts through the wood, its sharp edge gathering power and strength, its spine slicing horizontally as steady as a pillar, its tip pointing diagonally at the distant sails of the fishing port.

"A broken log, sharpened to the point of being like a pillar, its cold gleam points obliquely to the distant sails!"

The sword pierced through the armor, and with a downward thrust of the waist, the blade cleaved straight down. The force of the sword penetrated the blade, causing the broken stones on the official road to crack, and a sound followed the sword's movement.

"Its armor-piercing sharpness shatters countless formations; a single, powerful swing of the sword shakes the ocean tides!"

The sword cleaved through the rocks, its blade spinning like a wheel as it turned its wrist, sending fragments of stone flying as it struck. In the distance, the sound of the ocean waves mingled with the clang of the sword.

"The sword falls on the green stone, shattering jade into pieces; the sound of the waves and the sword soar into the clouds!"

Sword Five, plucking stars, leaped several meters with his toes touching the stone, his robes fluttering as the green sword pierced the sky, as if he wanted to pluck stars with his bare hands, and roared with his head held high:

"Leaping high, I reach for the stars; my sword flashes, piercing the Milky Way!"

Sword Six Chases the Moon, his figure spun and fell, his sword momentum swift, the green blade chasing the afterglow of the setting sun, the sea tide rising and falling with the sword's momentum.

"The sword chases the setting sun and the falling moon; the tide rises with the sword's momentum, filling the river!"

Sword Seven Pierces the Sun, concentrating all his strength at the tip of the sword, its momentum suddenly rising to pierce the setting sun, a loud shout echoing through mountains and seas:

"A single sword pierces the sky, embodying boundless spirit; its cold light shines straight through the crimson sun!"

The sword's momentum abruptly ceased as it reached its peak. Sword Eight laughed at the mortal world. Xie Xiaoyi spun around and sheathed his sword, the green blade returning to its sheath with a resounding clang.

He nurtured his sword, gazing at the setting sun over the vast sea and the twinkling lights of fishing boats. After a long while, a long song drifted on the sea breeze, carrying across the mountains and the sea:

"With sword sheathed, mountains and seas come into view; with a smile, I roam the mortal world as I please."

Before he finished speaking, an extremely condensed azure light burst forth from the sword sheath and shot straight into the air!

The azure light condensed and did not dissipate, its cold gleam dazzling, carving a clear, long streak in the setting sun. The sword intent was sharp and fierce, even suppressing the sound of the tide on the sea surface, its power overwhelming!

"happy!"

Xie Xiaoyi raised his hand to wipe the thin layer of sweat from his forehead, his fingertips tracing the blade of the Guan Cang Hai sword, the tension and frustration of the past few days...

With the sword dance and chanting along the way, the dust settled, and the wind from the East Sea finally dispelled the gloom brought by the pursuit.

Xie Xiaoyi sheathed his sword and was about to leave when a clear voice suddenly called out in front of him, "Xie Mo! Xie Mo, is that you?"

The sound, like a clap of thunder in spring, rang in his ears, and he froze abruptly. How could that voice be hers?

Suddenly looking up, a splash of vibrant red caught my eye at the end of the official road. The evening breeze lifted the hem of the woman's red dress, and her dark hair swayed gently.

That bright and pretty face was particularly dazzling in the afterglow of the setting sun; it was none other than Xue Xiaoqi, the daughter of Yue Xiaoshen, the leader of the Demonic Sect!

Upon seeing her, Xie Xiaoyi's carefree and roguish demeanor from his sword dance vanished completely, replaced by an undisguised joy in his eyes. He strode towards the vibrant red figure.

He reached Xue Xiaoqi in a few steps, raised his hand and pulled her into his arms, as if he had finally seen a relative on his wandering journey.

Caught off guard by his embrace, Xue Xiaoqi froze, letting out a soft "Ah!" in surprise, her cheeks instantly flushing crimson.

Her ears were burning hot, and even her hand, which had been pushing him away, froze in mid-air. After a long while, she stammered:

"What are you doing! Let go! In broad daylight, what kind of behavior is this!"

Xie Xiaoyi released his grip, his fingertips still feeling the slight coolness of her red dress. A genuine smile played on his lips as he quickly asked:

"Grandma Xiaoqi, what brings you to the East Sea?"

Xue Xiaoqi puffed out her cheeks slightly, raised her hand to straighten her disheveled red dress, and spoke with a hint of coquettishness:

"It's all because of my mother. She's ranked fifth on the Heavenly Dragon Ranking, while Xie Lingyun is ranked fourth. She's not satisfied with that, so she insists on coming to the East Sea to challenge the sword."

Xie Xiaoyi was greatly surprised—

I go!

Is Yue Xiaoshen, ranked fifth on the Tianlong List, going to fight Xie Lingyun, ranked fourth?

What a feast for the eyes!

This was a contest between the most beautiful woman in the land back then and the second most beautiful woman in the land...

This trip to the East China Sea was definitely worthwhile!

After thinking for a moment, Xie Xiaoyi pressed on, "Grandma Xiaoqi, how did you know I was here and how did you find me?"

"I didn't specifically seek you out!"

Xue Xiaoqi hurriedly waved her hand, her cheeks still flushed, pointed to the air, and smiled with narrowed eyes:

"I suddenly saw a sword aura rise in mid-air, and the sword intent was the same as when you blocked Yan Li's giant sword shadow."

It looks a bit like it. I guessed it was you, so I followed the sword energy here to try my luck.

"Grandma Xiaoqi..."

Xie Xiaoyi gazed at her bright eyes and brows, his throat tightened slightly, and the words caught in his throat. He had so much to say to her, but for a moment he didn't know where to begin.

Seeing him hesitate, Xue Xiaoqi blinked her almond-shaped eyes, took a half-step forward, and asked with a hint of curiosity, "What's wrong? Why are you stammering? Just say what you want to say!"

As soon as the words were spoken, four dark figures emerged from the shadows of the trees on both sides, standing firmly behind Xue Xiaoqi, and bowed in unison:

"Young Master, it's time to go back, or the Sect Leader will get anxious."

Xie Xiaoyi glanced at the four people out of the corner of his eye, thinking to himself:

As expected, the martial arts of the Demonic Cult members are quite formidable. These four individuals possess a deep and concentrated aura, and their cultivation levels should all be above the sixth rank!

Xue Xiaoqi grabbed Xie Xiaoyi's wrist and said urgently:

"Xie Mo, come with me! The town ahead is called 'Wangchao Town.' I'll take you to the inn to see my mother!"

Xie Xiaoyi was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "Huh? Is this appropriate?"

"What's inappropriate about it!" Xue Xiaoqi grabbed his arm and pulled him forward without waiting for a reply. "Let's go!"