Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Han Hai Jian Yun Jian Xue was on her way to the "World Association," the number one manor in the world, when her senior brothers and sisters were inexplicably drugged.

She was not spared either, and the person who drugged her persisted in pursuing her relentlessly.

Yun Jianxue, having exhausted her last bit of strength, was forced to a dead end on a cliff.

She leaned against a low pine tree on the edge of the cliff, her knees weak, her purple outfit soaked with sweat and sticky, feeling as if all her strength had been drained, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

"Damn it! This drug...it's so potent!"

The footsteps behind me were deep and steady, each step landing firmly on my heart.

Yun Jianxue turned around abruptly, her longsword humming softly in its sheath, but she didn't even have the strength to draw it.

Moonlight cleaved through the shadows of the trees and fell upon the person who had just arrived.

He wore a blue brocade robe, his face was handsome but with a sinister air, his eyebrows were high and arched, and when the corners of his eyes turned up, his arrogance and ruthlessness were fully revealed.

"Nowhere to run? Even the heroine Yun of the Vast Ocean Sword Sect can be this disheveled?"

Yun Jianxue clenched her fists, using the stinging pain in her palms to barely maintain her composure: "Did you drug me? Who are you?"

The man scoffed and didn't answer at all.

His figure flashed suddenly, and before the afterimage had faded, he was already right next to Yun Jianxue.

With a flick of his wrist, he slammed his sword against her scabbard, sending the longsword flying with a clang. It bounced a few times on the cliff before rolling away and disappearing without a trace.

Before Yun Jianxue could react, his hand had already gripped her neck. The force wasn't great, but it made her gasp for breath, unable to utter a single word.

"Who am I? I'm known in the underworld as 'Eastern Lewd, Western Shameless, Southern Licentious, Northern Perverted, and Middle-Class B,' haven't you heard of me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled hard with his other hand.

With a sharp "rip," the fabric tore open, piercing the night. A cool night breeze instantly crept into Yun Jianxue's chest.

Yun Jianxue trembled and instinctively tried to pull her shoulders back, but the man grabbed her by the neck and she couldn't move. She could only watch helplessly as he casually threw the piece of purple silk on the ground.

Yun Jianxue's heart sank.

She had heard of these five names. They were the five notorious womanizers from the "Heaven on Earth" brothel, one of the three lowest-ranking establishments in the brothel.

The martial arts sects are divided into the Upper Three Sects, the Lower Three Sects, and the Middle Eight Sects, with the Lower Three Sects being the most despised in the martial arts world.

Heaven and Earth, Paradise, and Lingxiao Palace are collectively known as the Three Lower Gates.

The women of Heaven and Earth are skilled in seduction, drugs, and alluring arts, specializing in luring upright masters into their traps.

The men, on the other hand, were skilled in flower picking and dual cultivation, specializing in heretical cultivation methods.

The Eastern Lecher is the most lustful, unable to resist a woman's advances. The Western Scoundrel is the most insidious, fond of using despicable means to force people into submission.

The Southern Wanderer is the most dissolute, picking countless flowers and boasting about it everywhere. The Northern Beauty is the most knowledgeable about romance, his eyes fixed on the figure of a beautiful woman.

The youngest of the four, Xie Xiaoyi, committed all the despicable acts of the other four. In terms of evil deeds, he was the leader of the "Five Evils".

"Are you Xie Xiaoyi?"

These words instantly ignited the man's anger. "I hate it most when someone calls me Xie Xiaoyi while I'm picking flowers!"

The hand gripping Yun Jianxue's neck tightened suddenly, while the other hand grabbed the collar of her purple dress and yanked it hard.

"Sizzle—"

Her outer garment was ripped off and thrown on the ground, leaving Yun Jianxue only in her undergarments. A mountain wind blew, making her shiver with cold.

The man scoffed, "It seems my reputation in the martial arts world is still not as resounding as Xie Xiaoyi's."

"Then...who are you?" Yun Jianxue's voice trembled.

"I'm a lecherous bastard!"

As Dong Yin finished speaking, his fingers caressed the delicate skin of Yun Jianxue's neck, his eyes swirling with lust.

He leaned closer, and with his other hand, he grabbed her limp wrist and twisted it behind her back.

Yun Jianxue was completely exhausted. Her thin inner garments offered little protection from the wind, let alone the malice in Dong Yin's eyes.

"Please...please let me go, okay?"

She struggled to twist her waist, but Dong Yin used his knee to press down on her knee and pushed her forward.

Yun Jianxue staggered and knelt down on the edge of the cliff, her palms pressed against the cold, broken stones, her fingertips going numb with pain.

"Don't waste your energy. The sleeping pills have already destroyed your internal strength. In this desolate wilderness, no one will come to save you even if you scream your lungs out."

As Dong Yin spoke, he bent down and picked up the purple outfit from the ground. He pinched the sleeve between two fingers and tore off a large piece with a little force.

He gripped the piece of purple silk, went behind Yun Jianxue, and quickly bound her hands, which were tied behind her back, into a tight knot.

A mountain breeze swept across the cliff edge, causing Yun Jianxue's inner garment to ride up halfway, revealing two shallow dimples on her lower back.

Dong Yin watched with envy, his laughter filled with even more malice.

"Yes, this is the perfect spot to give a thumbs-up."

The night wind carried the fishy smell of wild grass, making the vegetation below the cliff rustle.

After a long while, Dongyin's triumphant laughter echoed so loudly that it made the cliffs vibrate.

He slowly straightened his clothes and brushed the pebbles off his knees. "How is it, Lady Yun?"

"If you dare touch me, the Hanhai Sword Sect will never let you go!" Yun Jianxue gritted her teeth, her eyes surging with resentment and hatred.

"The Vast Ocean Sword Sect?" Dong Yin sneered. "Even if they come looking for you, they'll only be able to scavenge your bones at the bottom of the cliff!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked Yun Jianxue hard in the side of her slender waist.

Yun Jianxue's body plummeted straight down the cliff like a kite with a broken string.

"ah--"

The screams were swallowed by the darkness at the bottom of the cliff, and three dark figures suddenly darted out of the woods and landed on the edge of the cliff.

The leader chuckled, "Boss Dong, what you're doing isn't very ethical!"

Dongyin turned around, raising an eyebrow: "Xijian and Nandang, what are you doing here?"

Behind the two, Bei Se slowly walked out, arms crossed, and sneered:

"We, the lewd, the base, the promiscuous, the lustful, the horny, and the petty, have always only taken pleasure in pleasure, never killing. Your kick has broken the rules!"

Dong Yin looked up at the sky and laughed heartily:

"Rules? Who the hell talks to you about rules!"

"Anyone who dares say Xie Xiaoyi is more famous than me, I'll take the bait and kill them, I don't care about any of their damn rules!"

……

The night was cool and still, and the "Youjian Inn" by the official road was brightly lit.

After Xie Xiaoyi and Lin Sanniang finished playing "Mountain Tremor," they had just settled down with the caravan and were sitting cross-legged at the wooden table, drinking hot tea from rough porcelain bowls.

Suddenly, I felt a tickle on the tip of my nose.

"Achoo!"

Before the first sneeze had even finished, two more crisp sneezes followed, causing a few drops of tea to spill from the bowl.

Xie Xiaoyi put down his teacup, rubbed his reddened nose, raised an eyebrow, and scolded:

"One 'sound' means 'thinking,' two 'sounds' mean 'longing,' and three 'sounds' mean 'cursing'—damn it, which bastard is cursing me behind my back?"

From the next room came Lin San Niang's scolding voice: "You're the worst, the most wicked, who dares to scold you?"