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11 - If I Were A Flower Thief, I Would Pick You

Chapter 11 - If I Were A Flower Thief, I Would Pick You

When night finally fell, the lanterns lit up the main street of Dongchang, leaving the other streets in darkened shadows. Apart from the high-ranking families where lights still remained on, most ordinary people had already settled to rest alongside the sunset.

Bai Fanlu waited in the shadows of a dark corner while the young man stood out in the light. Led by the little monkey, they looked around, searching while keeping a short distance away.

After about *two incense sticks of time, Zhizhi found something. It seemed to find a target, no longer jumping around aimlessly, as it instead started to run in one direction.

[ ʀᴇғᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴀ sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ, ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ 5 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ᴏʀ 30 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ]

The young man chased after him, but didn't have to chase very far as suddenly, a figure appeared on the opposite side of the empty street. Then, the slightly shrill voice of a man met Bai Fanlu's ears.

"Boy, you really don't give up."

Flower thief? Humph, just by hearing his voice, he could tell there was enough of a kidney deficiency. And he had thought he would be a powerful character.

[ T/N: In ᴛᴄᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅɴᴇʏ ɪs ʙᴀsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴛ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅɴᴇʏ sᴛᴏʀᴇs ᴀ sᴜʙsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴊɪɴɢ ᴏʀ 'ᴇssᴇɴᴄᴇ' ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʀᴀɴsғᴏʀᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ 'ǫɪ' ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. ɪᴛ ɪs ᴀʟsᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴘʀɪᴍᴏʀᴅɪᴀʟ ʏɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴀɴɢ, ʜᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅɴᴇʏ ɪs ᴠɪᴇᴡᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴀɴ ᴇssᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ᴏʀɢᴀɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ғᴜɴᴅᴀᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ sᴜʙsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛɪᴇs. ]

Bai Fanlu remained hidden in the dark, listening to the young man speak, "I'll give up when I catch you."

"With just you?" The flower thief sneered, "Yesterday, I cut you some slack and let you go, but you're actually in a hurry to deliver yourself right to my door. Very well, I'll help you!"

Without pulling out any weapons, he directly raised his hand and struck out toward the young man. Bai Fanlu felt a sudden change and was surprised that he was also a cultivator, not an ordinary *Jianghu person.

[ T/N: ʀᴇғᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ "ᴍᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ" ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ "ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏғ ᴍᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ ᴀʀᴛs". ᴀ sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ sᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ ᴄᴏɴsɪsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴍᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛs, ɢᴀɴɢsᴛᴇʀs, ᴛʜɪᴇᴠᴇs, ʙᴇɢɢᴀʀs, ᴘʀᴏsᴛɪᴛᴜᴛᴇs, ᴍᴇʀᴄʜᴀɴᴛs, ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴇʀs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴀɪɴsᴛʀᴇᴀᴍ sᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ ᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇᴀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴡ. ]

The young man wore a sword on his waist and at that moment went to draw the blade to block the attack, but was suddenly pushed aside by a strong force behind him. Bai Fanlu forcibly took the spiritual energy, opened a wind shield, and leapt into the air like a bright moon-lit figure. He backhandedly wielded his sword, the sword energy rushing toward the flower thief's face.

The flower thief, also being a cultivator, was immediately aware that the incoming person was formidable. He reacted extremely quickly and retreated backward.