Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

As dawn broke, pale light filtered through the thin curtains.

As soon as Xie Xiaoyi opened his eyes, he saw Murong Wei wearing a red nightgown, standing quietly by the window, gazing at the morning scenery outside.

He didn't say anything, quietly got out of bed, and gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

Murong Wei stiffened slightly but did not break free.

"What are you looking at?" Xie Xiaoyi rested his chin on the top of her head, his voice gentle.

"N-nothing..."

Murong Wei fell into deep thought. Last night... Xie Xiaoyi gave her a feeling she had never experienced before, and she found herself seemingly addicted.

"Xie Xiaoyi, you...you really come from another world?"

Why do you ask that?

"That doesn't make sense!" Murong Wei turned to look at him, her face full of suspicion.

"One minute you're saying you hate the rich and want to give Hua Shao a... the next minute you're saying you're from another world, you're not lying to me, are you?"

Xie Xiaoyi was stunned—

Talking nonsense is definitely not acceptable!

The logic is really flawed... but how am I supposed to explain it to her?

Just as Xie Xiaoyi was racking his brains, Murong Wei suddenly screamed, "Oh no! It's time! I have to go to school!"

Xie Xiaoyi waved his hand casually, "No rush, go change. I have a way to make sure you're not late!"

Murong Wei quickly changed her clothes, then turned to Xie Xiaoyi: "You get some rest, I'm going to school."

Xie Xiaoyi nodded without saying anything more. After confirming that the person had left, he reached out and opened the window.

With a leap, he jumped directly out of the window, his aura shifting slightly as he rode the wind and soared into the sky.

His figure swept across the city and soon arrived at the sky he had crossed over yesterday.

Hovering in mid-air, Xie Xiaoyi gazed at the seemingly calm and still void before him, pondering to himself.

Since I was brought to this world by a rift in space, I will use my sword energy to forcibly tear through space and see if I can open a passage back.

He sank into the thick clouds, disappearing completely behind them.

Stepping into the void, nurturing the sword and accumulating power.

For the next day and night, Xie Xiaoyi closed his eyes and concentrated, remaining motionless, gathering all his true energy into a single point.

His swordsmanship has now reached a state of perfection, and he no longer needs divine weapons. He can completely embody the sword and the man.

The sword energy was repeatedly tempered and nurtured within his body, and the sword intent became increasingly profound and sharp. He was like a fully drawn bow, waiting for the final strike.

When his energy had reached its peak, Xie Xiaoyi suddenly opened his eyes—

His entire body transformed into a humanoid sword, slashing and cutting across the space around him, unleashing a powerful sword aura that swept across the sky.

Boom—

The sky exploded, and the air in front of us was torn open with a huge, dark crack.

Spacetime was distorted and turbulent, and an unknown passage was cleaved open by his sword.

"It's done!"

Xie Xiaoyi plunged into the dark spatial rift. The rift behind him slowly closed, and he felt dizzy and disoriented.

With the turbulent currents of time and space, he dared not be careless. He closed his eyes and focused his mind, continuing to nurture his sword and build up his strength.

After an unknown amount of time, the scene before me became clear—

"Yizhan—" Wang Zijian's voice drifted over.

here......

It was just above the Purple Gold Peak, at the very moment when his two colossal swords, those of Prince Jian and himself, were about to collide.

Xie Xiaoyi was stunned—

This joke has gone too far, hasn't it?

Isn't this the time when he and the Sword God will have their final sword strike?

However, after nurturing his sword in the chaotic space, the sword intent around him was no longer the ultimate of human swordsmanship, but a primordial and domineering force like the beginning of the universe.

Wang Zijian's pupils dilated; he also sensed something was wrong, and for the first time, a strong sense of unease welled up in his heart.

wrong!

How could the sword intent of an opponent who was evenly matched just moments ago suddenly surge to this level?

That was no longer the way of swordsmanship in the human world, but a power that transcended heaven and earth!

Xie Xiaoyi's eyes flashed with a cold light as he shouted, "Enter the Primordial Chaos in an instant—"

"boom--"

The two giant swords collided with a deafening roar, and Xie Xiaoyi's Primordial Sword Intent swept through everything in its path.

Xie Daoyun's face showed a rare look of shock as he stared at Xie Xiaoyi's sword aura above the Purple Gold City, completely bewildered.

"You old drunkard, have you noticed...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Hua Youwu interrupted him: "I've noticed, Xie's swordsmanship is different now."

Situ Rui glanced at his master, Xie Daoyun, then at the drunken, banished swordsman, Hua Youwu—

"Master, Senior Hua, how has Xie Xiaoyi changed?"

Xie Daoyun looked at the sky and unconsciously stroked his beard: "His sword intent and sword energy were previously on par with Wang Zijian's, but now it seems..."

Hua Youwu interjected, "Now it's like a sword that has rested for a day and a night, nurturing itself and gathering strength for a final strike..."

The crowd below held their breath, their eyes fixed on the air, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The two colossal swords that were originally evenly matched now showed a one-sided advantage.

Wang Zijian's face turned deathly pale, and his eyes showed disbelief.

He diligently cultivated his swordsmanship, sweeping across the world without equal, never imagining that one day his sword intent would be so easily crushed.

The power Xie Xiaoyi possessed before him had long surpassed the realm of a human sword god. It was a domineering power that originated from the beginning of heaven and earth and was naturally formed, a level that Xie Xiaoyi could not possibly withstand.

"How is that possible... You were evenly matched with me just now..."

Blood spilled from Wang Zijian's mouth as he channeled all his cultivation into unleashing his sword intent, causing the giant sword to swell once more in a final desperate attempt.

But all of this seemed pale and powerless in the face of Xie Xiaoyi's Primordial Sword Intent.

A series of crisp cracking sounds rang out, and the phantom of Prince Jian's giant sword shattered inch by inch, starting from the tip of the sword.

Without the support of sword intent, Wang Zijian's aura instantly dissipated, his blood and qi surged, and he trembled violently in mid-air.

Xie Xiaoyi stood in mid-air, his eyes calm and undisturbed.

He didn't hold back with this sword strike, nor did he need to.

The moment the Primordial Sword Intent descended, it enveloped Wang Zijian's entire body.

"Ugh—" came a gasp.

Wang Zijian's body began to disintegrate layer by layer, his flesh, bones, and soul turning into fine dust. With a gust of sword energy, the dust dispersed in the wind, leaving no trace.

In mid-air, only Xie Xiaoyi remained, standing alone on the clouds.

The earth-shattering collision that had just occurred vanished completely, leaving the world utterly silent.

At the summit of Zijin, all the martial arts practitioners stared blankly upwards, and no one reacted for a long time.

The legendary swordsman Prince Jian, who was once invincible, was defeated just like that, and defeated completely, leaving not even ashes behind.

Hu Si, Lu Fang, and the others were stunned and speechless for a moment.

Xie Lingyun opened his eyes on the phoenix's back and saw the familiar figure in mid-air. Tears instantly streamed down his face, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

"Xiao Yi... won!"