Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Yun Qianxun seemed not to have heard.

Suddenly, a storm brewed in her once cool and aloof eyes:

"Sword intent reaches the divine, using the sky as paper and the sword as pen..."

Such a level of attainment is something we, even if we dedicate our entire lives, would likely never be able to reach.

Seeing how highly she praised her father, Shen Xinyu couldn't help but feel smug:

"Brother Xie, how was my father's sword strike?"

Xie Xiaoyi gave her a thumbs up.

He originally thought that Shen Beiluo's nickname was "One Sword, One World".

At most, his swordsmanship and cultivation were outstanding, but he never expected that Shen Beiluo was not human at all.

It is God.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a sword god or a sword immortal.

That sword strike just now was effortless and powerful, its intent divine. It must have been from someone who had reached the peak of the ninth rank, the "Vajra Holy Guard" technique.

The night breeze brushed against everyone's clothes, and the awe-inspiring feeling from the mountaintop lingered for a long time.

Xiao Lingyun withdrew his gaze from Luoxia Peak, turned to Xie Xiaoyi, and said solemnly:

"Brother Xie, it's getting late. We'll meet at the mountain gate at 7 AM tomorrow. We still need to hurry to Qinghe Town."

Xie Xiaoyi nodded in agreement, and was about to turn around when Shen Xinyu grabbed his wrist again.

"Brother Xie, I'll take you back to the guest quarters! I'll also tell you some interesting stories about the Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect."

Xiao Lingyun was puzzled. This "Little Witch of Kunlun" used to be so rude and hostile to everyone.

He's a man of his word, so why does he speak so softly like a kitten when he's with Xie Mo?

This is truly bizarre.

Xie Xiaoyi shook his head, then patted the back of Shen Xinyu's hand that was gripping his wrist, his tone gentle, as if coaxing a child:

"Silly girl, it's almost midnight!"

Although Luoxia Peak isn't far from the guesthouse, it's still very unsafe for a young girl like you to walk along a mountain path in the dark.

"I'm not safe?"

Who dares to mess with me in the Kunlun Mountains...?

No, no, Brother Xie, I wasn't referring to you when I said "auntie."

As she spoke, Shen Xinyu pointed to Yun Qianxun and the others.

"I'm talking about them...yes, them."

Yun Qianxun and her two companions were innocently caught in the crossfire, but there was nothing they could do, since this young lady was truly not someone to be trifled with.

Xie Xiaoyi smiled slightly and gently pulled her hand away from Shen Xinyu's:

"It's alright, little auntie!"

Senior Shen just displayed such an earth-shattering sword technique; he's probably waiting for your praise. Hurry back to the peak.

"Tell me about the interesting things that happened in the sect when we have a chance to meet, okay?"

Shen Xinyu pouted and said sullenly, "Fine, but you can't lie to me."

"Yes, I'm not lying to you."

Even Yun Qianxun, who had always maintained a cool and aloof expression, couldn't help but speculate after seeing this scene.

When has Shen Xinyu ever been so humble?

She dared to throw a tantrum even at her master, but now, in front of a stranger, she was as docile as a completely different person.

Who exactly is Xie Mo?

There's definitely something to it.

After coaxing Shen Xinyu, Xie Xiaoyi bowed to the others and parted ways, returning alone to the guest courtyard to rest.

......

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, the crisp sound of swords clashing came from the mountain gate.

When Xie Xiaoyi walked out of the guest courtyard, he saw Xiao Lingyun and Yun Qianxun waiting at the bottom of the stone steps with fourteen disciples.

At the end of the stone steps not far away, a purple figure walked slowly towards them; it was Murong Wei.

"Wait! I want to go too!"

Xiao Lingyun frowned: "Junior Sister Murong, this journey is dangerous, you..."

"Senior Brother, I benefited greatly from Uncle Shen's sword strike on the mountain peak yesterday, and I also want to use this experience to train myself and others."

Yun Qianxun stepped forward and shook her junior sister's hand, observing the determination in her eyes. After a moment's hesitation, she turned to look at Xiao Lingyun:

"My junior sister's swordsmanship is quite good; let her go."

Xiao Lingyun wanted to persuade him further, but then he saw Cui Juqing's figure appear above the mountain gate, his voice clear and resonant:

"Let Wei'er go. Qianxun and Lingyun, take good care of your junior sister."

The master spoke, and the two agreed.

Xie Xiaoyi chuckled inwardly as he watched Murong Wei's alluring back.

This girl has probably been truly awakened by Shen Beiluo's earth-shattering sword strike.

But she could never have imagined that the womanizer who had led her to this abyss was standing right behind her—

He was still disguised as "Xie Mo" and wanted to go into danger with her.

Ha ha.

interesting.

"Thank you, brother. Let's set off."

Xiao Lingyun's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Xie Xiaoyi composed himself and mounted his horse.

A group of eighteen people rode out of Kunlun.

They sped off towards Qinghe Town.

Traveling day and night, it only took a few days before the outline of Qinghe Town came into view.

The town, which used to be filled with the smoke of cooking fires, was now eerily silent.

Xie Xiaoyi's face darkened.

Before they even got close, a furious shout came from the town:

"You alchemists, indiscriminately killing the innocent, aren't you afraid of incurring the wrath of Heaven?"

It's Hua Tianyi's voice!

The group quickened their pace and rushed into the town, where the scene before them shocked everyone.

In the open space in the center of the town, several houses had been burned black and collapsed, and countless corpses of civilians and officials lay scattered on the ground.

Some were scorched and cracked by the fire of the talisman.

Some were blown by the cold wind until they bled from all seven orifices, their deaths so gruesome that it was unbearable to witness.

Hua Tianyi's face was pale, and blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Hua Suwen supported him, her eyes red-rimmed, and she was still tightly clutching half of the prescription that she hadn't finished applying.

More than ten black-robed assassins lay dead in front of them, their faces pale, clearly poisoned by Hua Tianyi.

In front of Hua Tianyi stood an old man with a withered face, exuding an indescribable aura.

Behind him were seven or eight disciples, each holding talismans and magical artifacts, who remained silent behind the old man.

"Dr. Hua." The old man smiled sinisterly.

"I respect you as a renowned doctor in the martial arts world, but I advise you to give up."

The spiritual energy of Qinghe Town is already mine, the 'Mysterious Sacrifice Wine,' so why are you trying to stop me?"

Hua Tianyi glared angrily: "Master Xuanji? Using plague to harm the people, you alchemists are not righteous people!"

"Honest? In the face of absolute power, honesty is nothing but self-deception!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man reached into his sleeve with his withered fingers and pulled out a small banner that was completely black and covered with strange patterns.

"Since you refuse to listen to reason and are determined to suffer the consequences, then I'll send you on your way!"

"Summon!" The old man shouted, flicked his finger, and the small banner transformed into a streak of black light, accompanied by gusts of cold wind, heading straight for Hua Tianyi's face!

The banner exuded a powerful, ghostly aura, with faint, mournful shrieks emanating from it, sending chills down one's spine.

"Master!"

Hua Suwen spoke anxiously, her petite body lunging forward to shield her master, Hua Tianyi.

He closed his eyes tightly, intending to withstand the blow from this magical weapon with his own body.