Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Shen Xinyu stood with her hands on her hips and lightly stomped her toes on the ground, looking exactly like a little fox who had just won a fight.

"Brother Xie, let's go! Let's go in! Let's see who dares to stop us!"

As she spoke, she grabbed Xie Xiaoyi's arm and strode forward with her head held high.

Her arrogant and willful demeanor made the two gatekeepers too afraid to even breathe.

They could only watch helplessly as the two figures walked into the mountain gate, not daring to utter a single word.

Xie Xiaoyi couldn't help but smile as she pulled his arm.

He still had to abide by the rules of the martial world; after all, the Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect was not a place where he could do whatever he wanted.

Xie Xiaoyi clasped his hands in a respectful greeting and then recounted the whole story.

After speaking, the disciple on the left instructed another companion:

"Senior Hua is a close friend of the Sect Master. Quickly! Go to the inner hall to inform him!"

Without delay, his companions transformed into streaks of green and sped towards the depths of the sect.

Shen Xinyu had long been impatient. She handed the two horses over to the remaining gatekeeper and then pulled Xie Xiaoyi into the mountain gate.

As soon as Xie Xiaoyi stepped across the white jade bridge at the mountain gate, he felt a sharp yet gentle sword intent suddenly envelop him.

The sword intent was overwhelming, yet it contained no killing intent whatsoever; instead, it carried a hint of urgency.

Xie Xiaoyi's heart skipped a beat, but before he could react, a figure in green broke through the clouds and arrived gracefully like a banished immortal.

Shen Xinyu unconsciously called out "Dad".

Xie Xiaoyi then realized that the master with the magnificent sword intent was Shen Beiluo, who was known as "One Sword Can Rule the World".

But he didn't expect Shen Beiluo to be so young, at most in his thirties.

He doesn't look like Shen Xinyu's father at all; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he's her brother.

Shen Beilu was surrounded by a faint sword aura; it was rumored that his swordsmanship had reached a state of perfection.

He can envelop the entire Kunlun Mountains with his sword intent, and no movement in the mountains can escape his perception.

Xie Xiaoyi was secretly on guard, thinking that this "father-in-law" was probably going to hold Shen Xinyu accountable.

After all, she had secretly run away from Kunlun Tianjian Sect for a trip, and I might have to plead for her later.

He had even prepared his excuses to help Shen Xinyu cover up the truth.

But the expected thunderous fury did not fall the next second.

Shen Beiluo's gaze was fixed on his daughter, his face beaming with smiles:

"Girl!"

You're back! You've been gone for so long, do you know how worried your father was?

"You're not angry with Dad anymore, are you?"

His tone was both gentle and ingratiating, completely lacking the aura of a master swordsman.

Xie Xiaoyi was dumbfounded.

He had imagined many versions of Shen Beiluo, but none of them were like this one.

It was completely unexpected.

Shen Xinyu pouted and shouted with full confidence:

"Worried about me?"

Worried about me, you locked yourself in the sect and forbade me to go down the mountain?

"If I hadn't sneaked out, how would I have met Brother Xie, and how would I have escaped with my life!"

As she spoke, she pointed at Xie Xiaoyi.

"I..." Shen Beiluo was choked and speechless, completely lacking in momentum.

Xie Xiaoyi secretly pursed his lips.

Is this the legendary Shen Beiluo, whose swordsmanship was divine and whose fame shook the world?

He has none of the imposing presence of the world's number one swordsman; he's clearly just a coward afraid of his daughter.

Shen Xinyu, not one to back down, tiptoed and poked Shen Beiluo's chest:

"besides!

It's useless for you to teach me swordsmanship!

I just hate learning swordsmanship, I just hate it!

"If you ever make me learn 'One Sword Rules the World' again, I'll still run away from home."

Xie Xiaoyi shook his head secretly.

She actually ran away from home to avoid learning a sword technique that others would fight tooth and nail to learn.

What kind of world is this?!

That's not fair!

unfair!

Shen Beiluo nodded repeatedly, his face full of guilt, after being scolded.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault... It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."

As he spoke, he looked up and sized up Xie Xiaoyi, his eyes seeming to shoot out sword energy, piercing straight into Xie Xiaoyi's heart.

"Xinyu said you saved her and escorted her all the way back?"

May I ask which school or sect you studied under, young brother?

"Besides escorting my daughter home, do you have any other purpose in coming to my Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect?"

Xie Xiaoyi felt a chill run down his spine, but his face still wore that carefree and unrestrained smile. He slightly cupped his hands, his manners impeccable.

So he told Shen Beiluo everything, except for his act of picking flowers, as if spilling beans.

When Shen Beiluo heard that his daughter had been drugged, he raised an eyebrow, and a chilling sword intent suddenly burst forth from his body.

Even with the mountain winds raging, the withered yellow leaves on both sides of the mountain path suddenly froze in mid-air.

It was immediately pulverized by this invisible force, turning into swirling dust that scattered across the ground.

Xie Xiaoyi felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, as if countless cold sword blades were slicing across his skin, and he even unconsciously held his breath for a moment.

The sword intent was subtle and understated, yet it carried a sense of impending doom, and he finally understood what a true master was.

Xiao Lingyun's swordsmanship was already considered exceptional by him back then.

But when he encountered Shen Beiluo, Shen Beiluo didn't even make a move; his mere sword intent was enough to terrify him.

Seeing this, Shen Xinyu quickly stepped in front of Xie Xiaoyi:

"Hey! Shen Beiluo, what are you doing? Trying to scare my savior?"

She didn't even call him "father" anymore, which frightened Shen Beiluo. He quickly withdrew the sword intent that had unconsciously emanated from his body and forced a smile:

"Hua Tianyi and my senior brother are old friends. Since you are his disciple, I naturally trust your character. Go and see my senior brother, the sect leader."

Xie Xiaoyi quickly agreed.

Along the way, Shen Beilu deliberately chatted with Xie Xiaoyi, letting Shen Xinyu walk ahead.

After Shen Xinyu had fallen behind them by a distance, Shen Beiluo raised another question:

"Xinyu said she was attacked at a shady shop. When you rescued her, was she... was she bullied?"

Xie Xiaoyi dared not refuse to answer, but his reply was quite clever:

"Senior Shen, if you have any questions, I cannot refuse to answer them. However, this matter concerns Miss Shen's reputation, so please ask your daughter instead."

His words were both reasonable and flawless.

Shen Beilu stared at him for a long time, his sharp eyes seeming to see right through him.

But Xie Xiaoyi looked calm and composed, with clear eyes, showing no sign of panic whatsoever.

Little did he know that Xie Xiaoyi's heart was pounding, but he was just gritting his teeth and pretending.

Uh--

Is this the aura of a master?

I can't take it anymore!

But his savior arrived. Shen Xinyu, who was walking ahead, couldn't contain herself and ran back to grab Shen Beiluo's sleeve and shake it:

"Father!"

Brother Xie has protected me all the way and taken meticulous care of me, so please stop questioning me!

"If it weren't for Brother Xie, I don't know where I'd be right now!"

Looking at his daughter's charming appearance, Shen Beiluo glanced at Xie Xiaoyi, who remained expressionless, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, no longer asking any questions.

Just then, footsteps sounded in the distance.

A disciple from the sect reported that the sect leader, upon hearing of Hua Tianyi's disciple's arrival, specially dispatched his eldest disciple, Xiao Lingyun, to greet him.