Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

The sea breeze was blowing at the bow of the ship, and Shan Wuling stood by the side of the ship, gazing at the entire Forget-Worry Island.

Hai Wuyai, standing beside him, gazed in the direction of the wooden house, then turned to look at the old manor lord approaching slowly, and spoke softly:

"Brother Shan, we have already escorted Xie Xiaoyi back safely. According to the old master's usual practices, we should have set off to return long ago. Why are you still hesitating to leave?"

Shan Wuling feigned profundity: "Old Master Zhuang is wise and far-sighted, and never does anything useless. His stay here is by no means accidental."

Hai Wuyai laughed heartily: "What, Brother Shan, you can predict the future now?"

At this moment, Xie Daoyun calmly stepped onto the deck of the large ship, and Shan Wuling and Hai Wuyai hurriedly stepped forward to greet him:

"Old Master, shall we set sail and return now?"

Xie Daoyun waved his hand dismissively, his tone leisurely, but his eyes filled with schadenfreude: "No rush, no rush!"

......

After Xie Daoyun left the wooden house, the atmosphere inside suddenly turned cold and extremely awkward.

Xie Xiaoyi kept his head down, not daring to look at Xie Lingyun, Fu Yaoqin, and the others inside the room...

The six people were staring at him, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He had only one thought in his mind: should he write the list or not?

Writing it down and listing all the women he'd been involved with in front of these people would be too outrageous, and they'd definitely be even angrier.

If he doesn't write it down, his injuries to his hidden meridians and dantian will never heal, and he will never be able to use his true qi. How will he deal with Wang Zijian then?

Xie Xiaoyi was speechless for a long time, feeling extremely embarrassed and at a loss.

Yun Qianxun, who already had a fastidious nature, looked at him coldly and said, "Xie Xiaoyi, besides us, how many other people do you have?"

A short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one!

Xie Xiaoyi ignored her, resigned to his fate: "Well... I can't count them all on my fingers anyway!"

Can't count them all on your fingers?

Yun Qianxun grew angrier the more she thought about it, and with a surge of anger, she stepped forward and raised her hand to punch Xie Xiaoyi in the chest.

Xie Lingyun reacted quickly, and with a flick of his sleeve, he blocked her hand without making a sound.

She gently advised, "I know you're angry, but he's injured and can't take this kind of anger from you."

Yun Qianxun didn't dare to act presumptuously in front of Xie Lingyun, and only spat at Xie Xiaoyi, saying, "I'll let you go for now since you're injured."

Fu Yaoqin frowned and sighed, "Xiao Yi! I never imagined your injury would involve so many things..."

Yun Jianxue felt most sorry for Xie Xiaoyi, and disregarding the jealousy of others, she said softly:

"Xiao Yi, write Xie's name down. I'll go lay out the paper and grind the ink."

"You're pregnant, let me do it!"

Murong Wei walked to the table inside the room, spread out a blank sheet of Xuan paper, picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and turned to look at Xie Xiaoyi:

"You say so, and I'll write it for you."

Xie Xiaoyi's mind raced—

The most urgent task is to restore my cultivation level; as for whether this will anger them...

I can't worry about that anymore!

Anyway, with my aunt by my side to protect me, even if the sky falls, someone will hold me back.

Thinking of this, he suddenly became much bolder.

She looked up at Xie Lingyun and whispered, "Auntie, come here and sit by my bed."

Seeing his appearance, Xie Lingyun shook his head helplessly, but still walked to the bedside and sat down, clearly intending to protect him from the side.

Xie Xiaoyi finally calmed down and boldly said to Murong Wei, "The ranking is in order, so no one is allowed to rush!"

"Alright! Stop rambling and get to the point!"

"The first one is Murong Wei!"

Upon hearing this, Murong Wei thought of the dilapidated temple. Her fingers paused for a moment, but she still copied down her name.

"Finished writing, next one."

Xie Xiaoyi continued, "Hua Suwen!"

Hua Suwen blushed, not expecting to be ranked so high!

No sooner had he finished speaking than Xie Xiaoyi uttered another name: "Shen Xinyu of the Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect."

The moment those three words were uttered, Yun Qianxun erupted in fury: "Junior Sister Shen? You even... Xie Xiaoyi! I'll kill you!"

She was truly angry. She never expected that it was one thing for her and her junior sister Murong Wei to follow him, but there was also her junior sister Shen.

So Xie Xiaoyi was actually seducing the female disciples of the Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect?

Xie Xiaoyi hid behind Xie Lingyun, crying out for help, "Auntie, save me!"

Xie Lingyun was prepared and gently blocked Yun Qianxun's path with his arm.

"Let's teach him a lesson once he's healed. Right now, we need to focus on the important matters."

Murong Wei chimed in, "Yes, Senior Sister, I know you're angry. Maybe calm down for now; business is more important!"

Yun Qianxun rolled her eyes at Murong Wei: "Junior Sister Shen is so young, yet you, little girl, don't seem to care about her at all."

Murong Wei smiled slightly: "Although Xinyu has a lively personality, she is no longer an immature little girl. Perhaps she is more open-minded than you or me."

As she spoke, she wrote down the three characters "Shen Xinyu" and continued, "Xiao Yi, next!"

"Qingjiang City—Mu Pingting!"

As soon as Xie Xiaoyi finished speaking, Fu Yaoqin's expression changed instantly. Her brows furrowed, and she spoke angrily:

"Xie Xiaoyi, I never imagined that in Qingjiang City... you and Sister Mu have already... already..."

She wanted to say that they were having an affair, but at that time she kept rejecting him, and maybe that's why Mu Pinting beat her to it.

We were so careless!

It's all my fault for being too reserved before; otherwise, how could I have fallen behind?

Xie Xiaoyi's skin was now impervious to all threats, and he kept rattling off one name after another.

Fu Yaoqin, Lin San Niang, Yun Qianxun, Ning Yangzi, Mei Hua Yao Yao...

With each name Murong Wei memorized, the women in the room grew increasingly angry, until Xie Xiaoyi uttered—

"The Su family of Jiangnan—Murong Shishi!"

Murong Wei's brush slammed onto the paper with a "thud," splattering ink.

She looked up abruptly, and her whole being exploded:

"Murong Shishi? That's my own sister! Xie Xiaoyi, you won't even spare my sister?!"

She was so angry that she was about to pounce on her, but Fu Yaoqin quickly reached out and stopped her, holding her tightly.

"Little Weiwei, don't be upset! Why are you suddenly angry?"

Murong Wei knew that Fu Yaoqin didn't know martial arts and was afraid of hurting her, so she didn't dare to struggle too hard. She could only curse angrily:

"Xie Xiaoyi, you bastard...you even treated my sister like that...I'm never talking to you again."

Xie Xiaoyi quickly explained, "We're mutually in love. If you don't believe me, come back and ask your sister!"

"Mutual affection...how do you prove it?"

Xie Xiaoyi thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke:

"The power of the Qilin, the power of the Qilin within me! It's the Qilin marrow, the token of love your sister gave me!"

Murong Wei froze, because she knew her sister never showed her Qilin Marrow to anyone, and she never expected her to give it to him...

Could it really be mutual affection?

Yun Qianxun stepped forward, patted her shoulder, and quoted Murong Wei's words of advice from earlier:

"Junior sister, I know you're angry, but don't be angry now, business is more important!"