Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Just as the storyteller finished speaking, a hearty laugh suddenly rang out in the tavern.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw an extremely handsome young man with a strong and muscular build.

What's most eye-catching is the sword box on his back, which is several times larger than an ordinary wooden box and has an extraordinary presence.

He smiled and said with a hint of mockery, "Sir, you've hit the nail on the head. I'm also very interested to know that."

The storyteller chuckled: "Everyone in the lower echelons of the martial arts world knows that he is the notorious womanizer of Heaven and Earth, the leader of the Five Evils!"

He was given a nickname in the underworld: "Middle-Rank Yi," and some even called him "Master Thief!"

The patrons were all taken aback. One of them asked blankly, "The Thief King? That title sounds impressive, what does it mean?"

"He's the Grand Marshal of the Flower Thieves!"

The tavern instantly erupted into chaos.

A female knight in yellow slammed her hand on the table; her voice wasn't loud, but it couldn't suppress her indignation.

"How despicable! Just a few days ago I thought he was a young genius, but it turns out he's a notorious womanizer from a brothel!"

When everyone saw that a beautiful woman was responding, they all became excited.

Someone answered, and someone else responded.

"My lady, please calm your anger! Xie Xiaoyi is a lewd and depraved man who deserves to be killed by everyone!"

"Yes! Everyone should kill him. If you encounter a lecherous thief, kill him without hesitation!"

At this point, the storyteller came out to pour cold water on the idea:

"It's true that everyone should kill him. But as you just heard, he defeated Qin Huaiyu in a direct confrontation!"

Who is Qin Huaiyu?

The ten greatest martial arts masters in the world can break through Xie Xiaoyi's Heavenly Gang Dharma Form with a mere flick of the wrist. I ask you all present, who can withstand a single sword strike from Xie Xiaoyi?

The room fell silent as soon as he said that.

The crowd, who had just been filled with righteous indignation, suddenly fell silent, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them.

Someone muttered to themselves, "Even Qin Huaiyu was defeated, so just how far has his cultivation reached...?"

At this moment, the boy carrying the sword box smiled and spoke:

"He is at the Moon Ruins Breaking Dust Realm, but he already has one foot in the Sun Shining Netherworld Realm."

"Moon Ruins Shattered by Dust? That's the legendary Upper Five Realms! How do you know that, brother?"

"I... guessed!"

"You can even guess that?"

"Look! That old eunuch Qin Huaiyu is at the Moon Void Breaking Dust Realm. If Xie Xiaoyi's cultivation is low, can he defeat him?"

"That's right! How did such a monster emerge from the lower three sects? Will there ever be peace in the martial world again?"

Just then, a scholar in blue robes in the corner suddenly spoke:

"Please stop talking about Xie Xiaoyi for now. Recently, a peerless female demon has emerged in the martial arts world."

"A female demon? Who's she?"

"Her name is Yun Qianxun. She was once a disciple of Cui Juqing of the Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect."

This woman is vicious and indiscriminate, using the refinement of others' souls to enhance her cultivation!

In just half a month, dozens of martial arts practitioners have died tragically at her hands, their souls utterly destroyed.

Someone gasped in shock: "They even refine the soul? That's too ruthless!"

"That's right! Various sects have secretly joined forces to capture her and kill her soon!"

Inside the tavern, the discussions were in full swing, with everyone cursing the villains and witch Yun Qianxun from the Heaven and Earth Inn.

At this moment, the young man carrying the huge sword box suddenly tensed up.

Just a moment ago he was casually leaning against the table, but now he suddenly stood up as if he had been pricked by a needle.

He rushed to the scholar in a few steps, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the other's wrist tightly!

"What did you say? Kill Yun Qianxun?! Who told you that?"

The scholar in blue was also skilled in martial arts. Seeing this, he became angry and unleashed a flurry of powerful blows.

But that hand was like an iron clamp, impossible to break free from or shake off, and his face flushed bright red on the spot:

"Let go...it's a martial arts decree issued by the Famous Sword Manor..."

The young man carrying the sword case froze, muttering, "Famous Sword Manor? Why them?!"

"Because Yun Qianxun practiced the evil technique, the Great Soul-Searching Hand, she recently refined the cousin of Yan Li, the young master of the Famous Sword Manor!"

"When...when did that happen?"

"They've already surrounded them two days ago! By now, Yun Qianxun has probably already been captured and taken to the Famous Sword Manor!"

The burly man with the knife next to him chimed in, his tone certain: "That's right, I received the news too!"

The witch has already been captured and taken to the Famous Sword Manor, where they await the gathering of all the righteous sects to publicly cripple her cultivation and execute her!

"Hahaha, the witch deserved it!"

"That's right, refining the souls of righteous people is a crime deserving of death!"

The moment those two curses were uttered, two crisp, piercing sounds suddenly rang out in the air—

Snapped!Snapped!

The two men who had been cursing Yun Qianxun each received a solid slap across the face.

Their heads tilted to the side, and blood immediately seeped from the corners of their mouths.

The entire tavern was instantly frozen in place.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with horror.

No one could see who did it.

Hell?

When they came to their senses, they realized that one person seemed to be missing from the tavern.

It was that handsome young man carrying a sword case.

Everyone hurriedly went to look for him.

The person who was just standing in front of the scholar had vanished without a trace, as if he had never been there at all.

There was no one at the table, except for a small ingot of silver.

A breeze blew gently in through the open door, startling everyone. Could it really be a ghost?

......

summer.

The blazing sun and warm breeze blow the morning glow.

The world is far away.

A sword to the ends of the earth.

Famous Sword Manor, Sword Testing Square.

Under the scorching summer sun, the blue bricks of the square were scorching hot.

In the center of the high platform stands an ordinary, thick wooden stake, simple yet sturdy, firmly planted in the middle of the stone platform.

Yun Qianxun's arms were outstretched and tightly bound to the wooden stake with thick ropes.

His black clothes were already soaked with sweat and blood, clinging messily to his body.

Her long, black hair was damp and clung to her cheeks and neck. Her face was pale, but she still held her chin up, her eyes showing no sign of submission.

Below the stage stood a group of righteous heroes, creating an extremely tense atmosphere.

Seated in the main seat was none other than Yan Nangui, the master of Mingjian Manor.

Beside him stood Yan Li, the handsome young master of the manor, dressed in white.

Yan Li had two swords tucked diagonally behind her back, one on the left and one on the right, their sharpness concealed.

Ever since the World's Number One Manor's World Gathering, people in the martial arts world have given him a nickname:

You can hide for a while, but you can't hide forever.

Beside him stood a cold and beautiful woman, dressed in black, with an icy demeanor; she was none other than his personal maid, Lin Zhuoying.

On the square, thousands of eyes were focused on the execution stake, and no one dared to make a sound.

Suddenly I heard a deep cough.

Yan Nangui, seated at the head of the table, slowly rose and bowed to the crowd, saying, "Fellow practitioners, I am deeply grateful for your long journey!"

Thousands of eyes fell on Yan Nangui.

With just one glance, some people were slightly lost in thought.

Yan Nangui was already middle-aged, with a touch of frost at his temples, yet his posture was as upright as a pine tree, and his demeanor was dignified and imposing.

Many people sighed inwardly: No wonder Yan Li is so outstanding, it turns out he inherited his father's undiminished brilliance.

Knew it!

It's more likely that an older, handsome man will have a son who will become a handsome young man.

Yan Nangui continued:

"Today, in front of all righteous people, we will slay this demoness to appease the spirits of all the victims!"

Everyone agreed.

"That's right, Master Yan is correct!"

"Thank you, Mingjian Manor, for ridding the people of this scourge!"