Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

As dawn broke that day, Xie Xiaoyi got up, picked up his sword, and headed towards the sea.

Before leaving, he knocked on Xie Lingyun's door and casually asked, "Aunt, would you like to go sword practice in the sea today?"

Xie Lingyun did not open the door, but simply replied, "You have already mastered the basics of sword practice in the sea, so there is no need for you to accompany me any longer."

Xie Xiaoyi said no more and walked alone toward the direction of the surging waves.

He plunged into the sea and broke through the waves, wielding his sword for half an hour. Although the waves were turbulent, they could no longer hinder him. He only felt that the more he practiced his moves, the more bland and tasteless they became.

He simply sheathed his sword, lightly touched the sea surface with his toes, and glided ashore like a swallow, landing steadily on a towering reef.

Clear your mind of distractions, sit cross-legged, and begin practicing the "All Streams Return to Their Source" mental technique.

With a single breath, the energy of heaven and earth around him surged into his body like rivers flowing into the sea, bringing him an indescribable sense of comfort and ease.

The longer the mental cultivation method is practiced, the stronger the true energy becomes, as if the whole person is about to merge with this ocean and this world, and the refreshing feeling penetrates directly to the soul.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from the dense forest on the shore. When he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by more than ten people.

"Xie Xiaoyi, prepare to die!"

You're calling me Xie Xiaoyi?

It seems they know who I am!

He slowly stood up: "You bunch of people sneaking around so close, are you trying to curry favor with me?"

The leader's voice was as cold and hard as iron: "Enough nonsense, we're here today to take your life."

Xie Xiaoyi chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the weapons in the hands of the ten men, and slowly said, "Let me guess."

You are using knives, but the blades are too wide, unlike the horizontal blades commonly used by the Tianba Knife Sect.

It's unlikely to be from the Han Hai Sword Sect, and its methods don't align with those of the Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect.

I recognize everyone at Heaven and Earth; it couldn't possibly be them.

He paused, then grinned roguishly, "If I'm not mistaken... you're from the Lingxiao Palace."

The ten men remained expressionless. The leader said in a deep voice, "You're smart enough to know who we are from the Lingxiao Palace."

Xie Xiaoyi stood on the reef with his sword on his back, glanced at the ten people, and slowly pointed to each head: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten?"

After counting, a playful smile appeared on his lips:

"I've finally met all ten of the 'Ten Head-Snatchers' under the command of Prince Lingxiao, who kill only to take heads."

The leader chuckled and looked up at the sky: "I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable at such a young age."

Xie Xiaoyi didn't stand on ceremony and gently patted his chest:

"I entered the Heaven and Earth Club at the age of nine and began to roam the world at the age of thirteen. I can be considered a seasoned veteran of the underworld."

You ten are specialize in assassinations; your every move is a decapitation. In the martial world, you are known as the Ten Ghosts Headhunters.

He glanced at the ten people one by one and casually announced their names:

"You are, Soul-Eating Ghost, Life-Taking Ghost, Headless Ghost, Throat-Piercing Ghost, Bone-Splitting Ghost, Soul-Chasing Ghost, Shadowless Ghost, Heartless Ghost, Alluring Ghost, and Impermanent Ghost."

The leader, the Deathbringer, said coldly, "Since you know our reputation, you should also understand that your head is no longer spared today?"

Xie Xiaoyi shook his head and sighed:

"It seems that the Lingxiao Palace holds a grudge against Rakshasa for her defeat at the hands of my 'brother' last time, hence sending so many 'ghosts' this time?"

The Soul-Eating Demon chuckled sinisterly, "The Rakshasa Woman isn't in the same business as us."

You already had an employer who paid a hefty sum to save your life, and now you have another sugar daddy offering an even more shockingly high price.

Your head is worth a fortune! We've taken two commissions and come here specifically to collect your head!

Xie Xiaoyi was completely overwhelmed.

Why are so many people trying to kill me?

I'm not a cat, I don't have nine lives like your mother!

No sooner had Yun Qianxun left than Lingxiao Palace followed closely behind!

It seems my identity will be exposed sooner or later. I wonder if my aunt will stab me with a sword if she finds out I am a flower thief.

Or... should I make a quick getaway before my identity is exposed?

Seeing him in a daze, the Ghost of Death said sternly, "The ten of us have worked together to dominate the martial world and have never failed!"

Today I'm giving you two paths—

"First, you can take your own life, and we'll leave you with a whole corpse. Second, we can kill you on the spot, cut off your head, and take it back to report!"

Xie Xiaoyi snapped out of her daze, a smirk playing on her lips: "How about I choose number three?"

Upon hearing this, the vengeful spirit's face darkened, and he shouted sharply, "We're only giving you two paths; there's no third!"

Xie Xiaoyi shifted his feet slightly, and with a flick of his wrist, the longsword was drawn from its sheath with a crisp "clang".

"Since there is no third path, then I will use this sword in my hand to carve out a third path myself!"

The vengeful ghost's eyes flashed with ferocity as it roared, "You little brat!"

I was originally going to give you a cup of tea's time to think it over, let you commit suicide so you could die a quick death, and then cut off your head to go back and report.

Since you are so ungrateful, today we will surely torture you to death by a thousand cuts, making you suffer unbearable pain before cutting off your head.

You want to execute me by slow slicing?

Xie Xiaoyi got angry, and the arrogance of youth suddenly burst forth. He then threw his head back and laughed loudly, his laughter unrestrained and wild:

"The time it takes to drink a cup of tea? No need! I can kill you all in less than half a cup of tea's time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly used his Yan Fanyun lightness skill and flew straight towards the group of Ten Ghosts!

fast!

It was so fast that only a streak of sword light remained!

"Sword One, Gale!"

The sword flashed, swift as lightning. The Soul-Eating Demon's eyes widened, and a line of blood splattered from its neck. It was a one-hit kill!

"Sword Two, Break Wood!"

Before he could stop, his sword strike shifted again. Before the decapitated ghost could even draw his sword, his head flew into the air, severed in one stroke!

"JX3, Armor Break!"

The sword moved with him, its sharpness unstoppable. The weapon that the throat-piercing ghost used to protect his neck shattered, and the sword tip pierced his throat, killing him instantly.

"Sword Four, Split Stone!"

The sword energy slammed out horizontally, and before the Bone-Splitting Demon could even get close, its sternum was struck, shattering inch by inch. It was sent flying, collapsing into a limp mess.

"Sword Five, Star Picking!"

The sword flashed across the sky, its energy raining down. Before the Soul Chaser could land, several bloody holes exploded all over his body, blood gushing out as he collapsed dead in the waves.

"Sword Six, Chase the Moon!"

The sword light flashed like an arc, slashing horizontally. No matter how good Wuyinggui's lightness skill was, he was still caught off guard. He didn't even have time to scream before his body was cut in half at the waist.

"Sword Seven, Piercing the Sun!"

The sword's momentum soared to the heavens, its power reaching the nine heavens. Wuchang Gui's desperate slashing was futile; he was swept up by the sword's energy, his body exploded with a bang, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

As the seven swords fell, Xie Xiaoyi flicked his wrist, slowly sheathing his longsword. He turned his head, closed his eyes, and gathered his strength.

The Heartless Ghost, the Life-Taking Ghost, and the Alluring Bone Ghost were horrified. This person killed seven people with just seven sword strikes?

At that moment, they had only one thought in their minds—

No wonder the Rakshasa woman kept warning us and desperately tried to stop us from taking this order!

This is hardly the work of an eighteen-year-old junior in the martial arts world!

This kid isn't human at all! He's a monster disguised as a teenager!

"Run! Retreat now! This kid is terrifying!"