Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

The next day is dawn.

Su Mubai was awakened by a sharp pain in his neck.

He opened his eyes to find the room filled with disheveled wedding clothes, and the red candles burned down to a stub. He was lying on the bed.

My head is splitting with pain, and my whole body aches and feels weak.

He struggled to sit up, and the first thing he did was look to his side—

The bed was empty.

Fu Yaoqin has disappeared.

What's going on?

Su Mubai's heart sank suddenly.

He staggered out of bed, his steps unsteady, almost falling over.

"Yaoqin?" he called out softly, his voice hoarse.

No one answered.

He rushed out of the bridal chamber, where the wedding hall was in complete disarray, servants were staggering about, and stewards were fast asleep on the ground.

The entire Su residence seemed to have been ravaged by a sudden nightmare.

Su Mubai frowned, suddenly realizing:

The entire prefecture was poisoned.

The moment he applied force with his fingertips, a dull, stagnant sensation came from his dantian—

That feeling of stagnation was exactly the same as when I lost to Xie Mo in our first sword duel!

Su Mubai shuddered, his pupils dilating.

Is it Xie Xiaoyi?

Could it be that he took Fu Yaoqin away?

Su Mubai staggered and steadied himself against a pillar. "Xie Xiaoyi, even if we're at opposite ends of the earth, I, Su Mubai, swear to kill you..."

......

匆。

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Looking back.

My heart's desire has already been fulfilled.

Eight thousand miles across the East China Sea, amidst the vast expanse of misty waves, lies a nameless, isolated island called Forget-Worry.

The name of the island was conceived by Fu Yaoqin. Xie Xiaoyi initially disagreed because he felt it was too elegant.

Later, Yun Qianxun said it sounded nice, so Xie Xiaoyi agreed, since he was most afraid of Yun Qianxun among all his female confidantes.

The island is blessed with lush mountains and clear waters, peach blossoms bloom year-round, and the warm sea breeze keeps the sword fights, grudges, and passions of the martial world far away.

On the beach, a shirtless man stood on the waves; it was Xie Xiaoyi.

Her long hair was unbound, the strands flying wildly, whipped around by the sea breeze, a few strands clinging to her sweaty forehead, then swaying with the waves, wild and unrestrained.

He remained completely dry, his toes lightly touching the crests of the waves as if walking on flat ground.

The longsword flashed through the air, and in the next instant, a burst of wrist strength erupted—

A sword strike!

"Boom—!"

The sword light flashed like thunder, splitting the sea. A three-hundred-foot-long chasm was cleaved in the sea, and giant waves surged wildly to both sides.

In the middle, a deep, dark, waterless trench is revealed, with water vapor rising into the sky and its roar reverberating across the entire sea surface.

Xie Xiaoyi stopped using his inner energy to deflect the water droplets and instead let them splash around.

Drops splashed onto his bronze skin, tracing the firm, smooth lines of his shoulders and slowly sliding down to his chest muscles.

His waist and abdomen were taut and powerful, and every inch of his muscles exuded the strength and beauty of years of sword training.

The sea breeze whipped his long hair wildly as he stood before the chasm that split the sea, his gaze fixed on the slightly pale veins in his palm.

Although that sword strike just now cleaved a three-hundred-foot-deep chasm, it was still far from the cultivation level required to rescue his aunt and cleave open the Primordial Illusion.

He was stuck at the Sun-Radiant Realm for three whole years. No matter how much he practiced his swordsmanship or tempered his meridians with sea energy, he was always just one inch short, as if separated by ten thousand mountains.

"Xiao Yi, the food is ready, time to eat."

A soft, gentle female voice came from the shore, carrying a familiar tenderness.

Xie Xiaoyi looked up and saw Murong Wei carrying a food box, walking slowly across the shallow water.

The purple skirt was slightly damp with sand, but it didn't diminish the smile in her eyes.

Today, her long hair was loosely tied up with a jade belt, with a few stray strands sticking to her cheeks, making her look exceptionally gentle and graceful.

Xie Xiaoyi shook his head slightly, leaped onto a reef, and continued to gaze at the surging waves in the distance, remaining silent.

Murong Wei walked to the rock beside him and placed the food box on the rock. She looked at his back and hesitated to speak.

After a long while, she raised her hand to brush the sand off Xie Xiaoyi's shoulder and asked softly, "What's wrong? Having trouble practicing your sword again?"

She knew him too well; she could see the frustration and resentment hidden in Xie Xiaoyi's eyes at a glance.

Over the past three years, Xie Xiaoyi's swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds, and his momentum has already surpassed that of his younger days. However, he remains stuck at this level, which has become his greatest obsession.

However, Murong Wei had long since figured out how to cheer him up when he was in a bad mood.

Xie Xiaoyi sighed softly, about to speak, when he suddenly felt a warmth on his waist—

Murong Wei had already walked slowly behind him and gently wrapped her arms around his waist.

The soft flesh on her chest nudged him gently, pressing against his firm back.

The touch was warm and soft, like a cloud suddenly falling down. Xie Xiaoyi froze, his mind and spirits stirred.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he reached back to grasp Murong Wei's hand around his waist, slowly turning around.

He lifted her chin with his hand, lowered his head, and forcefully pressed his lips against hers:

"You! You only know how to use this trick against me, even though you know I can't withstand it."

Murong Wei raised her hand to wrap around his neck and smiled sweetly: "If you can't handle it, then eat your food obediently."

Xie Xiaoyi shook his head helplessly, but still pulled her closer and kissed her lips again: "You give up."

Murong Wei nudged his chest and pointed to the food box on the rocks: "Eat quickly, it's the soup that Sister Yaoqin made, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Xie Xiaoyi frowned and asked, "You...you dare to drink the soup she made?"

Murong Wei chuckled lightly: "Sister Jianxue has been giving me pointers the whole time, and Sister Suwen also added some flavoring herbs."

Xie Xiaoyi then took her hand and sat down with her.

Murong Wei stared blankly at Xie Xiaoyi, her heart skipping a beat.

When they first met, he was a womanizer in a dilapidated temple who bullied and humiliated her, but later he risked his life to save her and protect her.

Later, she gradually fell in love with him, abandoned her sect and family, and followed him to live in seclusion on Forget-Worry Island in the East China Sea.

The journey was full of twists and turns, like a dream.

She often secretly berated herself: "I'm hopeless. I fell for his handsome face and I'm completely doomed."

The aroma of hot soup and vegetables wafted from the rocks, and the sea breeze carried peach blossoms that fell all over Xie Xiaoyi's shoulders. Just as Xie Xiaoyi picked up his chopsticks, he casually asked:

"Where is Sister Yaoqin? I didn't see her earlier."

Murong Wei paused in her soup-scooping motion, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks, and her voice softened slightly:

"After Sister Yaoqin finished making you the soup, she went back to her room to coax Xiao Nian'an to sleep."

You know that child; he's incredibly mischievous, always jumping around and chasing spirit birds all over the island. Only Sister Yaoqin can keep him in check.

"Xie Nian'an..." Xie Xiaoyi murmured her son's name, a gentle smile unconsciously spreading across her eyes.

The name was chosen by Fu Yaoqin, meaning "peace and safety," hoping for peace and tranquility on the island year after year, and also hoping for a safe and secure future for him.

Just as he was about to say something more, Murong Wei suddenly put down her spoon, her fingertips lightly clenching the hem of her clothes, and looked up at him:

"Xiao Yi...I...I also want to have a child with you."

Her voice trailed off, her eyes filled with anticipation and shyness.

"Sister Jianxue and Sister Suwen are both pregnant, and Senior Sister Qianxun has 'Little Qianyu' to keep her company. Now it's just me..."

Before she could finish speaking, she lowered her head in embarrassment, her long hair falling down to cover her cheeks, revealing only a section of her blushing neck.