Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

At Yu Shinan's command, the Qi cultivators in mid-air formed hand seals and chanted in unison:

"Heavenly thunder rumbles, earthly thunder roars, yang thunder unleashes its power, yin thunder conceals its edge, the five thunders are in harmony, and the imperial aura is the foundation!"

"The nation's destiny is great, piercing the heavens; the thunderous incantation that guards the country vanquishes evil and destroys wickedness! I, by the decree of the Heavenly Emperor, unleash thunder that shatters the sky!"

"ah--!"

At this moment, Wang Jiling let out a shrill scream, as the imperial fortune he was drawing upon was frantically pouring into the lightning pillar.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes, and when they looked at Wang Jiling again, they all gasped in shock. The once spirited emperor now looked as if he had aged more than ten years.

His once jet-black hair was losing its luster at a visible rate, turning half of it snow-white, a shocking sight.

All the cultivators understood that this was an abuse of the nation's destiny, which had resulted in a backlash from Heaven.

However, the originally surging purple lightning suddenly doubled in thickness and crashed straight down on Xie Xiaoyi!

Xie Xiaoyi couldn't hold on any longer, and his body, which had been propped up, collapsed back to his knees.

The golden light emanating from Ning Hua's fingertips trembled violently. She knew that even if she and Xie Xiaoyi joined forces, they couldn't withstand that pillar of lightning.

He immediately raised his voice and shouted, "Little Lu Fang! Don't just stand there watching!"

"Understood, Grandmaster Uncle—"

Lu Fang stood steadily on the battlements, the Seven Star Swords rapidly swirling and arranging in the air, instantly forming the Big Dipper Formation!

"With seven swords arrayed across the heavens, I dare to summon thunder to shake the eight wastelands!"

"Divine punishment—"

As soon as he finished speaking, the weather suddenly changed. A bolt of azure lightning suddenly cleaved out from the sword formation, its lightning like a waterfall, and crashed straight into the dazzling purple lightning!

The two bolts of lightning collided with a deafening roar, like Pangu splitting the heavens and earth. The shockwave swept over the city walls, and the entire space trembled!

The tiger-like creature was enveloped in a burst of golden Buddhist light, as if it were plated with gilded metal. Its muscles bulged, and its bones emitted muffled thunderous sounds.

He formed the Buddhist mudra of subduing demons with his hands and chanted the mantra: "Vajra Seal of Hell, all thunderbolts bow down!"

Having said that, he thrust his palms forward with a sudden burst, and a ten-zhang-tall gilded Vajra phantom appeared behind him. The Vajra glared angrily, holding a vajra pestle, and struck at Zi Lei with one palm!

"Give me the town—"

At the same time, a huge golden bell, entirely golden in color and engraved with Buddhist Sanskrit, appeared out of thin air and crashed down!

"The Great Golden Bell of Buddhism—falls!"

With a "thud," Xie Xiaoyi was enveloped in a golden bell shield.

In an instant, the four most powerful forces—protective true qi, golden light mantra, heavenly thunder magic, and Buddhist Vajra Suppressing Prison power—intertwined to withstand the imperial dynasty's purple lightning.

But how could four people possibly shake the three-hundred-year fortune of the Great Sheng Dynasty?

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the purple lightning pillar began to gain the upper hand, and with each tremor, it pressed down along the edge of the light cocoon.

Xie Xiaoyi's knee, kneeling on one knee, was deeply embedded in the bluestone slabs of the city wall, while the golden light at Ning Hua's fingertips flickered.

Lu Fang's Heavenly Dipper Formation began to distort, and several deep cracks appeared on Hu Si's Demon-Subduing Pestle.

The four of them fought with all their might, barely managing to hold their own, but they only managed to slow down the lightning pillar's descent a little.

Fu Yaoqin stood beside Ning Hua, staring at the approaching purple lightning bolt, then glancing at Xie Xiaoyi's pale face, her heart filled with anxiety:

"Master...can Xiao Yi...be saved?"

Ning Hua frowned, remained silent for three full breaths, and finally slowly shook his head, remaining silent.

Upon seeing this, Fu Yaoqin's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

She knew that the expression on Ning Hua's face was tantamount to sentencing Xie Xiaoyi to death.

She was unwilling to accept this, so she decided to leap into the air and use her body to block the pillar of lightning.

Even if it means my own destruction, even if I can't be of much help, I still want to do something for Xie Xiaoyi...

Just as she closed her eyes, preparing to face the thunderbolt, Ning Hua grabbed her: "Little girl, behave yourself."

Even if you rush up, you won't be able to stop that lightning pillar in the slightest. Instead, it will only distract and upset Xiao Xie!

He risked his life to protect you. If you act recklessly like this, wouldn't you be betraying his life-or-death protection?

Fu Yaoqin burst into tears: "If he's gone, what's the point of my life..."

Before the words were finished, a "whoosh!" was heard in mid-air.

Two streaks of light suddenly pierced the sky and plummeted from the heavens to the city wall!

The first streak of light was an old man flying on a sword, carrying the smell of wine everywhere, and a blue sword aura that stretched across the sky!

He was flushed with the effects of alcohol, and a faint, bold voice could be heard drifting from afar:

"In my drunken stupor, I brandish my sword by lamplight; in my slumber, I cleave the mysteries of the universe with a single strike! The drunken, banished swordsman, Hua Youwu, has arrived!"

Upon hearing this, Ning Hua was overjoyed: "Little Youwu, you're not here just to watch the show, are you?"

"Senior Ning is right. I never imagined that after decades, my old friend would remain so youthful and charming."

With that, Hua Youwu landed on the battlement opposite Lu Fang and unleashed a backhand slash: "Kenpachi—Laughing at the Mortal World!"

The sword energy crashed down, striking the tip of the purple lightning with perfect accuracy.

The moment the cyan sword energy collided with the purple lightning, the power of the lightning pillar, which was nearly two zhang high, was instantly dissipated!

The second streak of light was a pure white talisman, and the air above the entire city wall froze the moment it appeared.

A clear, melodious voice, like jade striking jade, rang out, carrying an all-knowing calm: "Old drunkard, you're still the fastest..."

Hua Youwu snorted coldly, then cursed, "Thank you for your help! This time I'm not late after all. Hurry up and get to work!"

Xie Daoyun landed with a thud, and facing the lightning pillar, he flicked his hands alternately left and right, unleashing streams of celestial energy that pierced through the air:

"Heavenly Secrets Thousand Fingers - Severing Thunder Pivot!"

The moment the protective energy touched the lightning, the purple lightning pillar, which had been pressing down continuously, immediately contracted, its power reduced by more than half.

Yu Shinan's expression changed drastically, and he almost coughed up blood: "Not good! The downward force of the thunderbolt has stopped!"

Wang Jiling swayed, and his aged and haggard face paled even more, the backlash becoming even more severe.

The power of the purple lightning greatly diminished, and the immense force pressing down on Xie Xiaoyi immediately eased.

"Many thanks to Grandmaster Ninghua, many thanks to my elder brother and third brother, many thanks to Grandmaster Huayouwu, and many thanks to Senior Tiansuanzi!"

A glint flashed in Ning Hua's eyes, and he spat, "I'm afraid you have someone else to thank..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sword aura slashed down from mid-air.

Xie Xiaoyi was both surprised and delighted. This sword intent was so familiar, as if it were engraved in his bones. He blurted out, "Auntie! You've come!"

A clear, crisp female voice boomed from mid-air: "One sword cleaves the azure sky!"

Swah——

The sword light surged like a tsunami, slashing straight at the waist of the Purple Lightning Pillar!

The lightning pillar, already weakened by more than half its power, trembled on the spot, a huge gap splitting open in the middle, and the lightning bolts scattered wildly, completely disrupting its order.

Just then, a figure descended from the sky, his robes fluttering, his aura fierce; it was Xie Lingyun.

She landed behind Xie Xiaoyi, flicked her wrist again, and unleashed another burst of Canglan sword intent, slashing fiercely along the previous gap—

"Bang—"

The purple lightning pillar, which relied on the nation's fortune for three hundred years, shattered with the combined efforts of everyone, and the lightning crackled and dissipated in the air.