I'm Already the Richest Man, Why Did My System Just Arrive?

Chapter 314: Chapter 184: Supervisor

Zheng Xiu: "?"

Bai Xiaosheng’s plump, round figure skipped across the water, his Qinggong impressive. In the blink of an eye, he vanished into the forest.

Meanwhile, Dugu Xiang straightened his clothes, hoisted the Sword Box onto his back, and calmly walked to the gates of Hidden Sword Manor.

"My lords, you’ve come from so far. Please forgive me for this poor reception." The main gates were wide open, the inside brightly lit. Dugu Xiang gestured within, explaining apologetically, "As you can see, the manor was hit by a thief. We’ve lost several Armor Casting Manuals and a batch of high-grade tea. We’ve been searching for the culprit all night, which is why we’ve been slow to greet you."

Dugu Xiang cupped his fist in a salute, his bearing neither servile nor arrogant. His gaze was fixed on the sedan chair’s tightly drawn, impenetrable curtains. Though they were shut, they gave Dugu Xiang a strange, unsettling feeling, as if something terrifying was hidden inside.

"May I ask why the lords from the Secret Factory have graced Hidden Sword Manor with a visit so late at night? Surely the Dugu Family has not inadvertently broken some law?"

The person in the sedan remained silent.

Dugu Xiang added, "The Dugu Family works closely with the Ministry of War’s Armory Department. I hope you will take this into consideration."

Dugu Xiang was now playing the card of his backer in the Court.

Due to their "business," his family naturally had some dealings with the Ministry of War.

"Heh heh." The Supervisor hidden in the sedan chuckled lightly. "Daqian law has long prohibited illegal private gatherings. Two people are a ’conspiracy,’ three are a ’crowd,’ ten are a ’riot,’ and a hundred are ’bandits.’ A ’riot’ can be met with a fine. ’Bandits’ face caning at the least, or imprisonment at worst. For more serious cases, the army will be dispatched to surround and annihilate them, and a death sentence is unavoidable."

A flicker of light crossed Dugu Xiang’s eyes. He had already prepared his response. "My lord overstates the matter. We’ve had a string of joyous occasions at the manor recently, so we invited some friends from the Jianghu to appreciate art, discuss martial arts, and spar for fitness. They were invited with formal invitations—it’s all open and above board. It can hardly be called a ’private gathering’."

"That makes sense," the Supervisor said cheerfully. "It seems I’ve been overthinking things."

’This Supervisor?’

The moment Dugu Xiang heard it, he sucked in a sharp, cold breath. ’It’s him! That person!’

"Let’s go."

The Secret Guards lifted the sedan to leave. Just before they departed, a question came from within: "Excuse me, which direction did they go?"

Dugu Xiang answered blankly, "Down the mountain. Northwest. By the little river."

The Supervisor asked again, "And one more question: have you found that place?"

Dugu Xiang was so horrified by the question that he clapped a hand over his mouth and nose. The next moment, he slammed a fist against his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The violent act forcefully stopped the words that were about to tumble from his mouth.

"Never mind."

BANG! A figure smashed through the roof of the sedan, soaring through the air like a swallow skimming the water, heading straight for the northwest.

"This dump? Burn it down. Less trouble that way."

In the blink of an eye, the Supervisor vanished into the night sky, leaving behind a single sentence.

The remaining Secret Guards reached into their robes, each producing a small tube. They yanked the cords, and a series of BANGS erupted almost simultaneously as bright fireworks shot toward the heavens.

The brilliant fireworks blossomed in the sky like gorgeous, vibrant flowers.

"No!"

Dugu Xiang snapped back to reality, his eyes wide with fury. The Secret Guards chuckled darkly as they leaped into the air, the cold light of their long and short swords flashing as they lunged.

...

Not long after Bai Xiaosheng and Cheng Xiao went their separate ways.

Xie Luohe, Xiaotao, and Zheng Xiu were walking downstream along the riverbank.

They planned to find some horses after dawn and set off for Ba Mountain.

After about a hundred paces, Xiaotao was panting for breath.

Zheng Xiu was just about to thoughtfully ask if she wanted him to carry her when Xie Luohe suddenly stopped, took out the Longbow from her back, and barked at Zheng Xiu, "Protect Xiaotao! Enemies approaching from the mountain, to the southeast!"

Without another word, Xie Luohe’s beautiful black hair flowed around her, untouched by any wind. She drew her bow, nocked an arrow, and sent it tearing through the air, shooting toward the sky like a cannonball.

Xie Luohe had spoken at lightning speed, but Zheng Xiu was a seasoned veteran himself. He wasted no time on words, pulling Xiaotao behind him and facing southeast. He bit his finger, and a faint red glow appeared on the tip of his Luohe Brush. He then cast Drawing Prison, enclosing the three of them within a circle.

"Excellent!"

A figure was seen in the sky, soaring over the treetops as if they were solid ground. The person wore a formal cap and an azure Feiyan Suit with a collar of pure white mink fur that was particularly eye-catching.

Xie Luohe’s arrow was fast, but the newcomer was faster. With a simple twist of his body, he dodged her fearsome shot. Then, with a backhand motion, he grabbed a handful of tender green leaves and flicked them toward the group.

ZZZING!

Each leaf made a piercing sound as it sliced through the air.

Zheng Xiu’s gaze hardened. He swung the Luohe Brush, deflecting each of the incoming leaves one by one.

The attacker drew closer. As he moved at high speed, Zheng Xiu and Xie Luohe caught a glimpse of his face.

His complexion was pale, and his features were exceptionally handsome, yet tinged with an androgynous aura. If not for the masculine attire, his face was so beautiful it was impossible to tell if he was male or female.

When he was ten paces closer, the person spread his arms, his long sleeves billowing like the wings of a soaring kite as he plummeted straight down.

Xie Luohe and Zheng Xiu froze at the same time.

From a distance, they had been in disbelief. Now that he was closer, they could finally see his face clearly.

Disbelief was written all over Xie Luohe’s face.

Zheng Xiu was simply dumbfounded.

Xie Luohe could only think of one person.

But Zheng Xiu thought of two.

That face was...

The face of Xie Yunliu!

And at the same time, the face of the Monk!

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