Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Above the clouds, Wang Zijian's celestial figure was utterly enraged by Xie Xiaoyi's disdainful retort: ​​"Insolence!"

He roared, causing the earth to tremble violently, and the soldiers with lower cultivation levels covered their ears and knelt down.

Fu Yaoqin, who did not know martial arts, was so shocked by the sound waves of the Immortal's Wrath that her ears were ringing and her vision was going black.

She stood on the back of the phoenix-embroidered robe, her hands tightly covering her ears, her face contorted in pain: "Ugh—!"

Ning Hua reacted swiftly, immediately raising his hand to form a hand seal and chanting a deep incantation: "Heaven and Earth are boundless, borrow the power of Heaven and Earth!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a golden light shot out from her fingertips and accurately struck Fu Yaoqin's brow.

As the golden light entered her body, a warm halo enveloped Fu Yaoqin, completely isolating her from the shocking sound waves, and she felt instantly light.

He bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for saving me, Daoist Master!"

Ning Hua nodded slightly, her gaze returning to the celestial figure in mid-air.

Wang Zijian pointed his finger in mid-air, and a golden sword aura descended from the sky, heading straight for Xie Xiaoyi's face.

"My Great Sheng Dynasty's fortune has lasted for a century, and now you have destroyed it. It is only right and proper for me, this immortal, to kill you!"

Xie Xiaoyi's eyes darkened, and he slashed fiercely with the Heaven-Opening Sword, unleashing a thick black sword aura that crashed straight into it.

With a loud clang, the two sword energies collided, and the sword energy he unleashed was instantly shattered by the impact.

The golden sword energy paused for only a moment, its power undiminished, and continued to rush towards him.

Xie Xiaoyi dared not be negligent in the slightest, unleashing one strike after another with the Heaven-Opening Sword, unleashing wave after wave of black sword energy.

One sword, two swords, three swords... a total of seven sword strikes were unleashed.

Each sword strike reduced a small portion of the power of Prince Jian's sword energy, causing the golden sword energy to fade more and more.

It wasn't until the eighth sword strike landed, accompanied by a piercing cracking sound, that immortal sword energy completely dissipated in mid-air.

The crowd below was startled, their faces filled with horror.

No one could have imagined that the immortal's casual flick of his finger would be so powerful.

Xie Xiaoyi's current cultivation level already makes him invincible on land.

However, when faced with the Sword God's finger strike, it took eight consecutive sword strikes to barely neutralize it.

The power of immortals is truly terrifying!

The prince, perched atop the clouds, watched Xie Xiaoyi struggle to deflect the sword energy, his tone indifferent yet carrying a hint of condescending approval:

"You've got some skill; no wonder you dare to act so recklessly in the mortal realm."

Having said that, he raised his second finger, the tip of which gleamed with golden light, even more sharp and imposing than the sword energy from before.

"Wang Zijian, stop!"

Ning Hua looked up at the celestial figure in the clouds, his expression showing no fear, and questioned:

"Now that you have ascended to immortality, you should abide by the heavenly rules and stay away from worldly strife!"

The rise and fall of dynasties and the ebb and flow of fortunes in the mortal realm are predetermined by fate, part of the cycle of heavenly order. Even immortals cannot arbitrarily interfere, can they?

This little Taoist nun actually dared to stand up for that boy.

Ning Hua's words completely touched a nerve with Wang Zijian. He glared at Ning Hua, his immortal aura intensifying.

"A mere Taoist priest dares to point fingers at an immortal!"

"The great fortune of the dynasty originally belonged to my Wang family. I am surnamed Wang, so what's wrong with protecting its survival?"

Xie Lingyun, already seething with anger because of Wang Zijian's sudden attack on Xie Xiaoyi, was now seeing him about to kill again. Before Ning Hua could speak, she spoke first:

"You were wrong because you crossed the line!"

Now that you have renounced your mortal body and attained immortality, you should sever your ties with worldly karma and stop interfering in human affairs!

Now you, in your immortal form, are attacking mortals, using your divine power to oppress the mortal, and bullying the weak. Such behavior is utterly unworthy of a celestial being!

Another woman standing up for that kid?

After being rebuked by Xie Lingyun, Wang Zijian's handsome face turned completely ashen. His anger reached its peak when he burst into laughter, a laugh laced with murderous intent.

"What a foolish mortal woman! How dare she try to teach this immortal how to do things!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he gathered his immortal power and pointed his finger fiercely into the air, directly slashing at Xie Lingyun.

The speed is too fast; no ordinary person can dodge it.

Although Xie Lingyun's cultivation was high, it was only limited to the mortal realm. Now, facing the full force of an immortal's attack, she had no way to resist.

Xie Xiaoyi's pupils dilated violently. Wang Zijian's finger strike was far more powerful than the previous one. He had only one thought in his mind: his aunt must not be harmed!

"Auntie, be careful!"

With a flash, a black shadow instantly blocked Xie Lingyun's path—it was Xie Xiaoyi!

He held the Heaven-Opening Heavy Sword horizontally in front of his chest, using all his cultivation to block the immortal's finger strike.

"Bang--!!!"

With a deafening roar, Xie Xiaoyi and his sword were blasted away, crashing repeatedly onto the battlements.

Large sections of the battlements shattered and collapsed, their momentum undiminished, as they crashed diagonally through the city wall before finally slamming heavily into the ground, creating a hole more than ten feet deep.

Xie Xiaoyi coughed up a mouthful of blood, and then heard a voice calling out in his ear—

"Third brother..."

"Third Brother..."

"Xiao Yi..."

"Little Xie Mo..."

"Xiao Yi..."

Immediately afterwards, his body went limp and he fainted.

......

When Xie Xiaoyi opened his eyes again, he felt sore and weak all over, and his eyelids felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

His eyes fell on the roof of a wooden house, and a faint scent of herbs filled the air. Looking around, he realized that he was lying in a small wooden house on Forget-Worry Island.

Before he could even react, a surprised and delighted voice came from beside him, filled with eagerness and joy.

Hua Suwen stayed by the bedside, and seeing him open his eyes, she excitedly exclaimed, "Junior Brother, you're finally awake!"

Her shout caused a commotion outside, with footsteps coming into the house one after another.

Xie Lingyun, Fu Yaoqin, Yun Qianxun, Murong Wei, and finally Yun Jianxue, supporting her slightly protruding belly, slowly approached.

The small wooden house was surrounded by people, all eyes fixed on Xie Xiaoyi, their eyes filled with barely suppressed worry and joy.

Xie Xiaoyi tried to get up, but couldn't manage it.

Upon seeing this, Murong Wei immediately stepped forward, reached out and steadily supported his back, carefully helping him up and letting him lean against her chest.

"Xiao Yi, don't move around! Your internal injuries haven't healed yet!"

Xie Xiaoyi steadied himself against her chest, looked at Xie Lingyun, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Auntie... what's wrong with me?"

Xie Lingyun stepped forward, knelt down, took his hand, and softly explained what happened that day:

"Xiao Yi! That day you shielded me from Wang Zijian's fatal blow and fainted on the spot."

Just as Wang Zijian was about to deliver the fatal blow, a celestial law enforcement deity suddenly descended from the sky and sternly stopped him.

He stated frankly that the celestial realm has strict rules, and immortals are forbidden from arbitrarily killing mortals; those who violate this rule will be punished by heaven.

A celestial enforcer?

Xie Xiaoyi continued, "Was it one of the gods who stopped him?"

Xie Lingyun nodded, "Yes! And that deity is none other than the Thunder God, who governs heavenly punishments!"