Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the Forbidden City, atop the Forbidden Mountain.

The news had already spread throughout the martial arts world, and various sects and factions rushed over, eager to witness this ultimate showdown.

The reason this battle captivated the entire martial arts world was because the opponent's identity was far too terrifying—

Prince Jian's voice traveled thousands of miles, reaching all corners of the world, making it known that the Sword God had been reborn.

He was a legendary figure who had disappeared from the martial arts world more than a hundred years ago.

Back then, his cultivation was astonishing, and he was known as the Sword God.

Legend has it that in his final step, he transcended the realm of oneness with heaven and earth, and ascended to immortality.

No one expected that he would suddenly reappear a hundred years later, causing a great stir in the martial arts world and leaving everyone in awe and uncertainty.

It wasn't until the news spread from inside the Forbidden City, among those in the know, that everyone suddenly realized:

It turns out that not long ago, Wang Zijian, in order to protect the royal family's fortune, brazenly attacked mortals, which violated the laws of heaven, and he was demoted to a banished immortal.

As soon as his physical body recovered, he sought out Xie Xiaoyi for a life-or-death duel...

As dawn broke, the mountaintop was already bustling with people.

Led by Xiao Lingyun of the Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect, and accompanied by Luo Yidao and others, they all came to watch the battle.

Hu Si and Lu Fang also arrived early. As Xie Xiaoyi's sworn brothers, they looked solemn and stood guard at the front.

The Heavenly Overlord Blade Sect's Overlord Blade arrived with his followers, accompanied by a woman who was one of the Four Beauties of Heaven and Earth in those days, Bei Huoyue Qinghan.

Gui Haiqianfeng, a disciple of the Han Hai Sword Sect, is dressed in white and carries a sword. His disciples are well-ordered and disciplined.

The Demonic Sect Leader, Yue Xiaoshen, was dressed in striking red, surrounded by powerful figures. Although the righteous sects paid him no heed, no one dared to challenge his might.

She came for no other reason than to cheer on her future son-in-law, Xie Xiaoyi.

The drunken sword immortal Hua Youwu was dressed in plain clothes, with only half of the wine left in his gourd at his waist, but his gaze never left the summit of Zijin Mountain, clearly to keep Xie Xiaoyi in check.

Gu Santong, the leader of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Alliance, led a group of martial arts figures from all over Jiangnan to gather together.

Yan Li and his maid Lin Zhuoying from Mingjian Villa also came to watch the battle with the villa's disciples. Although they had a grudge against Yun Qianxun and Xie Xiaoyi, they put the grudge aside in order to watch this battle.

Emperor Yan, the new emperor of the Great Sheng Dynasty, also led his imperial guards to observe this grand event in the martial arts world from a high point in the Forbidden City.

Wang Yan remained neutral in his stance, neither taking sides.

Because Prince Jian was an ancestor of his royal family, he was fighting to destroy the three-hundred-year fortune of the Great Sheng Dynasty.

Although Xie Xiaoyi ruined the Wang family's fortune, he could be considered a meritorious official who helped him overthrow the previous dynasty and ascend the throne.

Moreover, the fortune teller Xie Daoyun had said in his early years:

Every place has its own destiny, and every dynasty has its own foundation.

Although the old dynasty has ended, a new dynasty will naturally emerge. The true imperial destiny is not determined by the will of heaven and earth, but by the support of the people.

Those who can cultivate the hearts of the people and bring peace to the world will naturally receive the help of Heaven. Those who follow the Way will receive much assistance, and good fortune will come naturally.

At this moment, Xie Daoyun, the most powerful manor in the land, arrived calmly.

Situ Rui followed closely to his left and right, with the four guards of Zhuang Zhongshan, Haichuan, and Ze standing on either side, exuding a calm and composed aura.

In an instant, people from both the righteous and the evil factions, various sects and clans, and independent cultivators from all walks of life gathered here.

The mountain wind howled, and everyone held their breath, all eyes fixed on the Purple Gold Peak, waiting for Xie Xiaoyi and Wang Zijian to appear.

Just as everyone held their breath, the sky above the Purple Gold Peak suddenly turned upside down!

Two earth-shattering auras exploded simultaneously from the east and west, heading straight for the main peaks on the north and south sides of Zijin Mountain.

First, on the north side of the mountain, a streak of dark light pierced the sky, like a black dragon descending to earth, landing with a fierce and domineering aura.

Xie Xiaoyi's true energy subtly coalesced into a cauldron, and as he stood atop the mountain, the entire mountain's aura was suppressed by him alone.

Almost at the same instant, a clear and ethereal blue light shone on the southern mountain peak, as graceful as an immortal, yet carrying an eternally cold chill.

Prince Jian, dressed in a blue robe, stood tall and straight like a sword, his hair moving without wind. Though he had been banished as an immortal,

But the aura of the sword god from a hundred years ago was still terrifying; wherever his gaze swept, even space seemed to freeze.

The two, one in the south and one in the north, each occupied a mountain peak, gazing at each other from afar.

Separated by a towering ravine, invisible sword energies collided in the void, crackling and popping.

The entire room fell silent instantly, everyone held their breath, and everyone knew—

The greatest battle in the world is about to begin.

Prince Li stood atop Nanshan Mountain, his gaze sweeping lightly over the sword box behind Xie Xiaoyi, before slowly raising a finger.

A soft shout came from his mouth: "This sword, return it to its place!"

Before he finished speaking, the Heaven-Opening Heavy Sword behind Xie Xiaoyi suddenly trembled violently, and the sword box shattered inch by inch!

A powerful sword aura soared into the sky, and the heavy sword broke free of its restraints on its own, transforming into a giant black shadow that flew straight toward Prince Jian.

Xie Xiaoyi's face darkened, and his true energy erupted. He grabbed at the sword with one hand, using his immense energy to tightly bind it, and shouted sharply:

"Come back here!"

One immortal, one mortal, their immense forces clashing across the void.

The Heaven-Opening Heavy Sword hung in mid-air between the two mountains, spinning wildly and locked in a violent stalemate, its buzzing sword sound reverberating through the mountains.

A moment later, the heavy sword suddenly stopped—the tip abruptly turned, pointing directly at Xie Xiaoyi.

The sword hilt, like a swallow returning to its nest, obediently flew towards Prince Jian.

Clearly, this divine weapon, which had been dormant for a hundred years, had developed a spiritual inclination after sensing its former master.

Seeing this, Xie Xiaoyi was both angry and furious, and immediately started cursing:

"What a traitorous old fool! He hasn't seen his former master in a century, yet he's the first to run away!"

Wang Zijian raised his hand and grasped the Heaven-Opening Heavy Sword, which landed steadily in his hand. The sword hummed continuously, as if recognizing its former master.

He held his sword in one hand, glanced calmly at Xie Xiaoyi, and his voice echoed across the two mountains:

"I once wielded this sword and slew the Ancestral Dragon! You possess the Ancestral Dragon's true energy within you; do you know what that means?"

Xie Xiaoyi sneered: "You can slay the old dragon, but can you slay this newly born dragon?"

Wang Zijian gently stroked the sword and slowly said, "Whether it can cut or not, we'll know once we try!"

This sword is named Kaitian, and it weighs 108 jin. It was originally my personal sword.

Now that it has returned to its former master, you are without a weapon. How do you plan to fight me?

Upon hearing this, Xie Xiaoyi burst into laughter.

His robes billowed in the wind, his inner energy surged like a tide, and he pointed two fingers together like a sword towards the sky:

"Where is my sword?!"

boom--

As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of sword lights lit up simultaneously throughout the entire Forbidden City!

Unsharpened iron swords in blacksmith shops, decorative swords hanging on the walls of inns, swords worn by martial arts disciples, ancient swords in various family vaults, and even longswords in the hands of ordinary martial arts masters...

Regardless of length or quality, they all broke free from their constraints and soared into the sky!

Clang, clang, clang—thousands upon thousands of longswords converged into a silver tide of swords.

They surged toward the summit of Zijin Mountain with a roar, hovering in mid-air behind Xie Xiaoyi, layer upon layer, like a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​swords, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The martial arts practitioners were all shocked, and gasps of surprise erupted throughout the venue.

"My sword is worth over a hundred taels of silver. I couldn't stop him, and now it's in Xie Xiaoyi's hands?"

"That's right! Those with cultivation levels below the Upper Five Realms couldn't stop them at all; they all flew away!"

"Forget about the swords for now, look—a chorus of ten thousand swords! What terrifying swordsmanship this is!"

"Xie Xiaoyi can actually command ten thousand swords across the land, that's terrifying!"