Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

The Fuyu Mountain was still shrouded in a thin mist in the early morning. Xie Lingyun accompanied Xie Xiaoyi out of Wanghailu.

With the inscription "Viewing the Vast Ocean" tucked into his back and a paulownia wood sword made by his senior brother in his hand, he suddenly turned around and pulled Xie Lingyun into his arms.

"Auntie, I'll be back soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely.

Xie Lingyun blushed and whispered, "I'll give you three days. If you don't come back after three days, I'll go to Qingjiang City to look for you."

Xie Xiaoyi's heart warmed, and he gripped her hand tightly: "Don't worry, once the matter of Qiankun is settled, I will definitely return on my sword."

After saying that, he threw the wooden sword into the air, touched the ground with his toes, and flew on the sword towards Qingjiang City.

Xie Lingyun stood there, watching the receding figure, and shouted:

"Remember, just three days! After three days, I will come looking for you. If anything happens to you, I will unleash a bloodbath for you!"

Xie Xiaoyi stepped on his sword and soared into the air.

The aura of the ancestral dragon surged from his dantian, while the power of the dragon essence and phoenix blood entwined his meridians, merging the three forces together. The true energy within his body was so abundant that it almost burst forth.

He was preoccupied with Fu Yaoqin, and his sword speed increased faster and faster.

The wind howled in my ears, and the mountains, rivers and cities below became blurry shadows.

In just half a day, the outline of Qingjiang City came into view.

Xie Xiaoyi suppressed his true energy, slowed down his pace with the Tongmu sword, and flew straight towards the Yayinfang in the city. The sword shadow swept across the low sky and arrived in front of the fang in an instant.

He landed his sword in front of the Ya Yin Fang gate and saw that the gate was crooked and the brocade banners that used to hang there were drooping under the eaves.

The wooden door creaked as I pushed it open. There wasn't a soul in the yard. Tables and chairs were overturned, and broken cups and plates were scattered all over the ground, as if the place had been ransacked.

The lively atmosphere of the past, with its melodious music and packed with guests, is nowhere to be found.

Xie Xiaoyi's heart tightened, and his breath hitched for a moment.

He dared not think any further, gathered his energy in his feet, and flew straight towards the pavilion where he had once been intimate with Fu Yaoqin.

Upon entering the attic, what one saw was shocking.

The brocade quilt was torn and scattered on the ground, the bed curtains were pulled down and hung crookedly, and hairpins and cosmetics were smashed all over the table and the floor. A few strands of messy black hair were mixed in with the broken porcelain shards.

Clothes were torn into rags and hung on the bed railings and table corners; all the tables and chairs were overturned; the makeup box was split in two; and jewelry was scattered all over the floor.

The footprints on the ground were messy and intertwined, with obvious drag marks, and the whole room exuded the disheveled feeling of a struggle.

Looking at the scene before him, Xie Xiaoyi had already pictured the scene in his mind:

A group of people suddenly burst into the attic. Fu Yaoqin turned pale with fright and desperately tried to back away.

She cried out, resisted, and scratched, but she was no match for those people.

Her hair was ripped and her clothes torn; she struggled desperately, but only received more brutal subjugation in return...

He dared not think any further, turned around and used his lightness skill to head straight for the city lord's mansion.

......

Upon arriving at the city lord's mansion, the guards approached and said they needed to announce their arrival first. Xie Xiaoyi's mind was in a mess, and without waiting for the announcement, he forced his way in.

Upon entering the mansion, they soon encountered Bai Letian.

When Bai Letian saw him, he was first surprised, then his face darkened, and he immediately questioned him:

"Young Master Xie, should I call you Young Master Xie, or should I call you the Flower Thief Xie Xiaoyi?"

A notorious flower thief?

Xie Xiaoyi was startled and instantly realized that his true identity had been exposed to him.

He didn't bother to hide it anymore and went straight to the point: "Call me whatever you like, I'm just asking you, what happened at Ya Yin Fang?"

Upon hearing the words "Ya Yin Fang," Bai Letian's face immediately showed an embarrassed and troubled expression. He avoided eye contact with Xie Xiaoyi.

He coughed lightly, his tone muffled and stiff:

"The matter of Ya Yin Fang... is an internal affair of Qingjiang City, and it's none of your business as an outsider. This matter is too complicated; you can't and shouldn't interfere."

He knew all along!

Xie Xiaoyi stepped forward, his eyes cold and sharp, and directly pressed, "Since the city lord knows, then please tell me. You've treated me well before, and I don't want to fall out with you!"

Having said that, he slowly reached out with his right hand to Guan Canghai.

The two guards behind Bai Letian immediately stepped forward; they were Hei Feng and Bai Ren.

The two men simultaneously drew their swords, the blades pointing directly at Xie Xiaoyi, and shouted sharply, "How dare you! You intend to use the precious sword the city lord gave you against the city lord?"

That's quite true!

Xie Xiaoyi was stunned, then clasped his hands in a salute: "Please tell me, City Lord, what has happened to Fu Yaoqin of Yayin Pavilion? I would be extremely grateful."

Bai Letian looked at him, let out a long sigh, and his expression was extremely complicated.

He recalled the scene of Fu Yaoqin playing the zither and Xie Mo composing poems during the winding stream party, and looking at the person in front of him, he felt a mix of emotions.

After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, his voice low and helpless:

"I don't care if you're Xie Xiaoyi, the notorious womanizer, or Xie Mo, the poet who used to write poems; there are some things we can't do anything about."

How awful!

Bai Letian refused to say anything again and again, and Xie Xiaoyi's heart was already clenched. His mind was filled with thoughts of Fu Yaoqin's safety, and he could no longer suppress his anxiety.

He flipped his wrist and grabbed at Bai Letian.

"How dare you! How dare you run wild in the City Lord's Mansion!"

Black Edge and White Blade cried out in surprise, drawing their swords simultaneously to meet the attack.

Xie Xiaoyi raised a slight smile, drew his sword, and thrust it horizontally.

He had held back with this sword strike, but even so, the sweeping sword energy was still too much for Black Edge and White Blade to withstand, and they were sent flying on the spot.

bang——

With a deafening roar, the two men landed on their backs, unable to get up.

Black Edge and White Blade lay on the ground, writhing in pain in their chests. A mouthful of blood nearly welled in their mouths. They were both shocked and horrified, their hearts pounding with fear.

"We are both at least at the third rank of cultivation, yet we couldn't even block a sword aura that he casually unleashed?"

This person has only been away from Qingjiang City for a year, how could his cultivation have improved to such an extent?

What an overbearing person!

Bai Letian flew into a rage, slammed his hand on the table, and shouted angrily, "Xie Xiaoyi! How dare you!"

"How dare you lay a hand on someone in my city lord's mansion! Do you really think there's no one in Qingjiang City who can deal with you?!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of hurried footsteps sounded outside the mansion, and a large number of soldiers from the city lord's mansion rushed in.

Each of them wielded a long sword, their armor clanging, and instantly surrounded Xie Xiaoyi in the center, their blades all aimed at his vital points.

Xie Xiaoyi looked at the densely packed soldiers surrounding him, the cold glint of their blades reflecting on his face, and suddenly smiled faintly.

Swah——

Everyone only saw a black shadow flash before their eyes, so fast that only an indistinct afterimage remained, and they didn't even have time to raise their weapons even half an inch.

Then I heard a series of soft "puff puff puff puff" sounds.

The dozen or so guards surrounding Xie Xiaoyi froze in mid-air, and in an instant, one after another, they collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

Without exception, they were all struck in their pressure points and fell unconscious on the spot. No one was injured, but no one was able to stand up again.

Looking at Xie Xiaoyi again, he was still standing in the same spot, as if he had never moved.

The entire city lord's hall fell into a deathly silence in an instant.