Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

The old man's smile froze.

He never expected that such a beautiful girl could wield such a sword strike and catch one of his black pearls.

"You have some skill; I misjudged you!"

Having said that, he twisted his five fingers again, and this time the two black beads turned into two black rays of light, one after the other, rushing straight towards Murong Wei's chest!

Murong Wei had blocked one bead earlier, which was actually her limit. This time, with two beads coming, she could only grit her teeth and swing her sword to block.

With a crisp "clang!", the longsword in Murong Wei's hand broke in two.

The force of the impact sent him staggering backward, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The old man admired Murong Wei's resilience when he saw that she hadn't fallen.

"Little brat, don't be stupid. You'd better dodge the next bead. I'm going to kill those who destroyed my Soul-Capturing Banner first."

"Clang!" The old man flicked his finger, and a black bead shot out like a black meteor, heading straight for Murong Wei's brow!

This attack was swift and ruthless, clearly intended to kill the enemy in one fell swoop.

Murong Wei had just been injured by the two beads, and the pain in her hand was unbearable. She wanted to dodge, but her senior brothers and sisters behind her were seriously injured, and if she hid, they would surely die.

"Junior sister, quickly look!"

"Junior sister, run!"

Xiao Lingyun and Yun Qianxun exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

At the critical moment, a figure suddenly darted out from the side!

"Murong Wei, remember this: I owe you nothing!"

It's Xie Xiaoyi!

He was being supported by Hua Suwen, and was already quite badly injured, but he forcefully broke free of her support and raised his fist to meet Wuzhu's gaze.

His mind was in complete chaos.

Half of it was the sneer of Xie Xiaoyi, the flower thief, for "meddling in other people's business."

Half of them were high school students, including Xie Mo. "Save her. She's not that Murong Wei. That Murong Wei wouldn't sacrifice herself for others."

The image of bullying Murong Wei, stripping her naked, and picking flowers flashed through my mind.

A strange, inexplicable sense of guilt welled up in Xie Xiaoyi's heart.

That sense of guilt may have stemmed from Murong Wei's spirit of sacrificing herself for righteousness, which made Xie Mo and Xie Xiaoyi realize that this Murong Wei was not the "Rooftop Goddess of War".

So he decided to punch the person to save them.

"Bang!"

The fist slammed into Wuzhu, and Xie Xiaoyi felt as if he had been hit hard.

A surge of sinister power instantly rushed up his arm and into his internal organs.

Immediately afterwards, Xie Xiaoyi was swept away like a leaf caught in a gust of wind, drifting a great distance away.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

The force of the punch slowed Wu Zhu down, and it landed at Murong Wei's feet, rolling twice before going silent.

Murong Wei stared blankly at Xie Xiaoyi, who had fallen to the ground, her chest heaving violently.

The life-or-death moment just now made her voice tremble:

"Why...why did you take that bead for me?"

Xie Xiaoyi clutched his chest, blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth, but upon hearing this, he turned his head away and gave a roguish yet weak smile.

Before he could utter a single word, a metallic taste surged in his throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. His vision went black, and he passed out completely.

"Junior brother!"

Hua Suwen exclaimed in surprise and rushed over like a madwoman, carefully pulling Xie Xiaoyi into her arms.

Reaching out to check his breath, my fingers touched a blood-stained face.

"Junior brother, wake up... don't scare me..."

Hua Suwen burst into tears instantly, her voice choked with sobs.

Ignoring the danger around him, he took out silver needles from his pocket and inserted them into several vital acupoints on Xie Xiaoyi's body.

She then used her clothes to wipe the blood from his face, her movements both quick and gentle, her eyes full of tenderness.

Hua Tianyi felt sorry for his apprentice and staggered over, his face faintly pale and ashen from internal injuries.

"Suwen, feed this to Xie Mo, it will surely save his life."

As he spoke, Hua Tianyi reached into his robes and pulled out a perfectly smooth golden pill, handing it over.

The moment the golden pill was fed into Xie Xiaoyi's mouth, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, along with the golden pill itself.

Hua Suwen scooped up the golden pill, wiped away the blood, and without even looking at it, stuffed it into her mouth and chewed it up.

Before anyone could react, she leaned down, grasped Xie Xiaoyi's chin, and pressed her red lips against his, transferring the medicine mixed with her saliva into his mouth.

She no longer cared about other people's opinions; her eyes were filled with an unyielding stubbornness.

"Heh heh, ants!" The old man sneered at the sight, but a violent killing intent surged in his eyes.

With a casual wave of his hand, he absorbed all the scattered black beads into his palm.

"A bunch of ignorant brats, how dare they jump around in front of me! Go to hell!"

The old man gave a soft shout and leisurely tossed out eighteen black beads from his palm. The beads, once in the air, possessed an overwhelming force, shooting straight at everyone!

Just as Wuzhu was about to smash everyone into corpses, a fierce and unparalleled sword aura suddenly cleaved down from the sky!

"Zheng—"

The sword energy crisscrossed, so bright that it was blinding.

The sword energy formed a wall of energy, forcefully blocking the eighteen black beads from entering the crowd.

The old man who practiced qi cultivation was startled, not knowing where this sword energy came from, and bent his fingers to reach into the void.

"Break it!"

The eighteen black beads were drawn by his energy, and the black energy suddenly surged, crashing into the sword energy wall in unison!

"Boom!"

A deafening roar shook the earth, and silver light burst forth from the air wall. Despite the old man's full effort, the eighteen black beads did not advance an inch.

The old man's neck veins bulged, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The force of the recoil caused him to stagger back several steps before he could barely regain his balance.

In mid-air, a figure rode a sword and came down; it was Cui Juqing, the sect master of Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect.

Hua Suwen, holding Xie Xiaoyi in her arms, suddenly saw someone flying over on a sword, and she exclaimed in surprise:

"Master... Master, look! Look, the gods! Junior brother is saved!"

Hua Tianyi frowned and loudly complained to Cui Juqing:

"Old Cui, you're too late. If anything happens to my apprentice, can you compensate me?"

Cui Juqing shook his head slightly, "This is a long story, and I will definitely apologize to Brother Hua later."

His gaze swept over the heavily injured Xiao Lingyun and Yun Qianxun on the ground, then landed on Murong Wei, whose mouth was bleeding and whose face was deathly pale. His brows furrowed instantly.

"I'm late, you've all suffered."

Xiao Lingyun shook his head, forcing a fist salute: "Master, it is your incompetence that has disgraced you."

Cui Juqing landed gracefully, and the long sword beneath his feet seemed to possess a spirit, its blade shimmering with azure light, transforming into a dazzling arc of light that flew straight into his outstretched palm.

The old alchemist looked up at Cui Juqing, a flicker of fear in his eyes, but he still forced a cold smile:

"There shouldn't be many people in the Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect with such cultivation. Who are you?"

Is it Shen Beiluo or Cui Juqing?

Cui Juqing gently stroked the hilt of his sword, his sword intent chilling, and the air around him seemed to freeze.

"Do you think you can bully a disciple of the Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect?"

You can leave nothing behind today!