Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

At this moment, the square was filled with a cacophony of voices, with people discussing the matter and gritting their teeth.

"That vixen Yun Qianxun, who has committed countless evil deeds, has finally been caught today!"

"Exactly, they should have been killed long ago; keeping them alive is just a menace!"

"You know what? If it weren't for our young master Yan Li's sword skills that blocked her escape route, this vixen wouldn't have been so easy to capture!"

"That's right. Her meridians and acupoints are sealed by sword energy right now, all thanks to the young master. Otherwise, who else could have done that?"

"Young Master is truly a promising young man; he is indeed the future of Famous Sword Manor!"

Everyone chimed in with their own words, cursing Yun Qianxun while showering Yan Li with praise.

Yun Qianxun seemed not to hear their words; her heart was now only concerned with one person—Xie Xiaoyi.

He ruined her. She desperately increased her cultivation level, but in reality, it was all to kill Xie Xiaoyi.

Unable to avenge his enemy with his own hands, Yun Qianxun felt a pang of sorrow.

She slowly raised her head and scanned the crowd in the square.

When the group of martial arts practitioners met her gaze, they all felt a sudden panic, and their mouths, which had been cursing fiercely, instantly fell silent.

Even though she was a prisoner, her eyes were so cold and clear, her beauty untouched by any worldly concerns.

Despite being covered in blood and looking disheveled, he didn't appear ugly to the onlookers; instead, he evoked a sense of pity.

It was as if they were judging not some witch or enchantress, but a snow flower that had been cruelly humiliated yet still refused to bow its head.

The entire place was silent, except for Yun Qianxun, who stood quietly in the center of the execution platform.

Just then, a woman in blue, her face filled with hatred, suddenly jumped out from the crowd. She pointed at Yun Qianxun and roared:

"Everyone! This demoness caused my father to kill my senior brother. We can't let her die so easily!"

I propose that all those who have a grudge against her should step forward and stab her with their swords, until she dies!

These words immediately drew everyone back into hatred, drawing a chorus of agreement.

"Yes! We can't let her get away with this so easily; we must make everyone experience the feeling of revenge!"

"That's right, let her pay for her crimes in blood! Don't be fooled by her looks!"

Yan Nangui raised an eyebrow but did not object. He simply looked coldly at Yun Qianxun, which was tantamount to acquiescing to the suggestion.

He hated the woman in front of him more than anyone else. His nephew Yan Fan, whose talent was no less than Yan Li's, died at her hands.

That news of his death had torn his heart apart, and even now, the hatred he felt was still burning hot like a knife.

Yun Qianxun closed her eyes, awaiting death, and cried out to the heavens, "Xie Xiaoyi—I hate you!"

Hearing the crowd's agreement, the woman in blue immediately drew her sword, rushed onto the execution platform, and stabbed at Yun Qianxun!

"Don't hurt my senior sister!"

A figure in purple suddenly emerged from the crowd, drawing his longsword and parrying in mid-air!

"when--"

With a crisp sound, the blue-clad woman's sword was forcefully deflected.

Upon closer inspection, someone recognized her: "This person is Murong Wei from the Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect!"

Yan Nangui's gaze darkened, and he said coldly:

"Miss Murong, I have already exchanged letters with your master, Sect Master Cui Juqing."

Yun Qianxun has committed a grave error, and your sect has already agreed not to interfere in this matter.

Are you here now to defy the sect's wishes and openly cause trouble?

Murong Wei remained standing in front of Yun Qianxun, gritting her teeth as she said:

"I am here representing only myself, Murong Wei, and it has nothing to do with the Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect! I am acting on my own initiative!"

Yun Qianxun looked at Murong Wei, who was standing in front of her, her eyes slightly red:

"Junior sister, go away, don't worry about me. I have my own fault for ending up like this."

Murong Wei turned around abruptly, tears welling up instantly, her tone resolute:

"Senior sister, I won't leave! I can't watch you die, unless I die first!"

"Don't act like a child." Yun Qianxun gently shook her head. "Go back now."

"If I want to go back, I'll go back with my senior sister!" Murong Wei stepped forward and grabbed her arm.

Yun Qianxun gazed into the distance, her eyes empty and filled with sorrow: "It's too late, I can't go back!"

The people in the square were at a loss for what to do.

They weren't afraid of her martial arts skills. No matter how strong Murong Wei's martial arts were, could she be a match for all of them combined?

However, the power behind her is too frightening.

Her master is Cui Juqing, the number one martial arts master in the world, and her family background is also very strong. They are one of the four great families in the martial arts world, with top-notch resources behind them.

Based on these factors alone... who would want to mess with her?

The woman in blue didn't care about Murong Wei's identity.

She could no longer contain her hatred and immediately roared, raising her sword to stab Yun Qianxun once again!

"Be careful, senior sister!"

Murong Wei turned around, held her sword horizontally in front of her, and took the blow for Yun Qianxun.

In just a few moves, he knocked the sword out of the blue-clad woman's hand and forced her back several steps.

Yan Li frowned, and just as she was about to step forward, a cold and beautiful figure stepped out beside her.

"Young Master, I'll go!"

The speaker was none other than Lin Zhuoying, the cold and beautiful wielder of twin maces.

She strode up to the central execution platform, drew her double maces from behind her back, and pointed them directly at Murong Wei:

"Miss Murong, if you insist on stopping me, then don't blame me for being rude."

Murong Wei glared at her angrily: "If you want to hurt my senior sister, you'll have to kill me first!"

Lin Zhuoying's eyes turned cold, and without saying another word, she slammed her heavy mace down with a bang!

Murong Wei blocked with her sword, and the sword and mace clashed with a loud clang.

She felt a tremendous force surge from the sword, her wrist throbbed with pain, and the longsword was instantly smashed in two!

He was thrown into the air by the shock and crashed heavily at Yun Qianxun's feet. His blood and qi surged, and he could no longer stand up.

Seeing Murong Wei fall at her feet, her face deathly pale, Yun Qianxun cried out in anguish, "Junior Sister—!"

The woman in blue had a fierce look in her eyes. Taking advantage of the opening, she raised her sword and stabbed it fiercely towards Yun Qianxun's heart!

The sword tip barely pierced the air—

Clang—!!

A clear, piercing crack exploded out of nowhere!

A sword aura, as thin as a hair and so fast that its trajectory was invisible, suddenly attacked from beyond the sky and slammed into the blue-clad woman's longsword!

The longsword shattered instantly, breaking into seven or eight pieces that scattered in all directions!

Everyone looked up in shock, tracing the direction from which the sword energy had originated—

In the sky above, a young man in black, riding a sword, hovered above the Famous Sword Manor.

His black clothes fluttered in the wind, and his imposing presence suffocated the entire audience.

This person is...

Xie Mo, Xie Xiaoyi?

Yan Li's expression turned cold, and he formed a sword incantation with his right hand.

"Zheng—!"

Suddenly, a sword was drawn from its sheath behind him, transforming into a beam of light that supported his figure, propelling him upwards.

In the blink of an eye, he had already flown into the air, standing opposite the black-clad youth.

Behind him, another sword, the Sword of a Lifetime, remained in its sheath, yet it trembled and hummed incessantly.

The sword's cry pierced the clouds and shattered rocks, faintly conveying a fierce fighting spirit, ready to be drawn on its own and fight to the bitter end.

Soaring high for a moment, concealing one's sharpness for a lifetime.

The two swords, one still and one moving, locked the aura of heaven and earth between the two of them.

Two exceptionally talented young men faced off in mid-air.

Yan Li said coldly, "Xie Xiaoyi, I already know your identity and real name!"

"We know you're a notorious womanizer, do you have anything to explain to the heroes of the martial world?"