There exists a prestigious sect, where beauty is its essence and nobility is its foundation. When one wields its sword, it presents a beauty akin to flowers in bloom. But behind that beauty lies a deadly force, waiting for the moment to strike. That sect is known as the Mount Hua Sect.

And then, there exists a man with a remarkable visage—a creature seemingly crafted by the gods themselves. He was so perfect it felt unnatural, as though his beauty transcended humanity. Yet, despite his otherworldly appearance, no one seemed to like him. The reason was...

"Oh, the sun, the wind, the smell of nature... it's heavenly! Heavenly, just like you, Sister Yue. You are like the sun—too radiant to glance at; like the wind—too fleeting to hold, but so natural to admire. Oh, Yue, I'm just a mere mortal. Your beauty—how can I ever love you?"

"Shut up and stop talking to me, you weirdo."

"What...? Ah, I see. You must be too embarrassed to talk to me right now, but that's okay. That's only natural, so worry not." Hans coolly said as he brushed his hair aside.

"Yes, yes, I'm too embarrassed," Yue replied flatly.

"Oh, really?" Hans asked enthusiastically.

"I'm too embarrassed to hit you RIGHT NOW!" Yue suddenly vanished, disappearing like a wisp of air, and reappeared behind Hans.

In the blink of an eye, Yue's fist was already flying straight at Hans. It was too fast for him to react.

Time seemed to slow as the raging fist hurtled toward Hans' face. He tried to move, but his body refused to cooperate. Only his eyes barely managed to follow Yue's form as her punch landed.

"Take this!"

BANG!

With that single punch, Yue struck Hans square in the face, unleashing a massive force that sent him hurtling over the horizon. He rolled and spun like a ragdoll, flung higher and higher by the inertia of the blow.

Yet at that moment, something strange happened. It was as if a massive dam had broken. A torrent of unfamiliar memories flooded Hans' mind—memories of a completely different person, a different culture, and, most bizarrely, strange and towering buildings.

"What is this...?" Hans murmured as his eyelids grew heavy. His consciousness faltered, and soon, darkness enveloped him as he plummeted to the ground.

Yue glanced at Hans without a hint of emotion—no guilt, no worry. As she turned away, she muttered coldly, "Remember, this is the Demon Flower Sect, not your brainless Mount Hua Sect."

With those final words, she vanished like a flower withering in the wind, leaving behind the bloodied and unconscious man.

Yes, this was not the renowned and noble Mount Hua Sect, but the unorthodox and sinister Demon Flower Sect.