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

Chapter 331: Chapter 191: All for Nothing

The column of water surged, and the backward suction created a temporary void at Zheng Xiu’s feet. Water rushed toward the spot where he stood, quickly swirling into a whirlpool.

The soldiers steadied themselves against the fierce current and looked up, only to see the seemingly frail scholar take off his top, hang it at his waist, and reveal a perfect physique that left them stunned.

Zheng Xiu ran a hand through his wet hair, combing it back. He looked at the soldiers stumbling all around him, his expression grim. "Divine Martial Army! You swore to protect the nation and defend its borders, yet today you obey the private summons of the Director of the Secret Factory to come here and bully us, a group of unarmed common folk? Do you have no shame?"

"Bullshit! What kind of ’common folk’ are you?!"

The highest-ranking officer in this unit of the Border Army, a Captain, had been thrown back by Zheng Xiu. He’d felt a sliver of shame hearing the first part of the accusation—"private summons of the Director of the Secret Factory"—but the second part about "unarmed common folk" made his chest tighten with such fury that he nearly coughed up blood.

’This monster is out of control, spouting whatever nonsense comes to mind!’

Zheng Xiu hung the broken, half-remaining Luohe Brush at his waist and adopted a stance that was unfamiliar to everyone present.

"My apologies!"

A soldier charged. Zheng Xiu’s hand became a blade. With a sharp KAK, his palm struck a gap in the Armor, and he snapped the man’s arm.

As the soldier screamed in agony, Zheng Xiu snatched the military saber from his grasp.

"A fine blade!"

Coiling Dragon Eighteen Slashes!

Double Dragon Water-taking!

The Coiling Dragon Eighteen Slashes, a technique Commander Wang would create two hundred years in the future, was now being unleashed with brilliant results two hundred years in the past.

Meanwhile, at the edge of the battlefield.

The struggle between Fan Yao and Xie Yunliu had been decided in a short time. Fan Yao’s cap was gone, his topknot was broken, and his hair was a disheveled mess, making him look somewhat haggard. But compared to him, Xie Yunliu’s situation was far more perilous.

Xie Yunliu’s head was stained red with blood, making it impossible to tell where the wounds ended and uninjured skin began. Fan Yao sneered, grabbing Xie Yunliu and lifting him up. Staring at the face that was identical to his own, Fan Yao gave a bewitching smile. "It’s over."

「On the pavilion.」

Xie Luohe released her taut bowstring. The instant the twelve arrows left the string, they transformed into twelve streaks of black light.

The twelve arrows flew at different speeds. The fastest one seemed to pass through some kind of barrier the moment it was loosed, vanishing strangely only to reappear already piercing Fan Yao’s arm.

Fan Yao had intended to snap Xie Yunliu’s neck, but Xie Luohe’s twelve arrows forced him to focus all his attention on defending himself. Clutching his injured arm, Fan Yao leaped into the air, proactively meeting the remaining arrows head-on.

After loosing those arrows, Xie Luohe placed her hands behind her back and watched with a faint smile.

The remaining eleven arrows weaved through the air like nimble snakes, striking against one another. Each impact created a star-like twinkle in the air, releasing a dazzling spark and a pleasant, crisp sound.

DING, DING, DING, DING, DING!

Fan Yao extended a finger. It seemed he had heard of the strangeness of this technique from Xie Luohe and thought he knew how to counter it. But as he became an afterimage and leaped high, reaching out with both hands to catch two of the arrows and break the momentum of the "Continuous Arrow" technique, he saw the two projectiles pass bizarrely through the gaps between his fingers.

’These arrows are demonic!’

DING DING DING DING DING DING!

Zheng Xiu stared blankly at the woman on the pavilion, her hands behind her back.

Inside his Bird Cage, the eleven arrows collided with increasing speed and strangeness. The sparks from their impacts grew denser and denser, like a sky full of dazzling stars.

...

"That legendary individual can perform the true Twelve Linked Arrows with ’pure Archery.’ But my own Archery skills are shallow, not even one percent of my predecessor’s. I can only perform it with the aid of a Miracle Technique."

...

Suddenly, Zheng Xiu recalled the words spoken during a standoff by a certain Miracle Master he had killed, a man who called himself the Desert Lone Wolf.

’Could it be that Kui Lang’s Archery came from Xie Luohe?’

Zheng Xiu recognized it in an instant. This "Star of Bethlehem" was the true "Twelve Linked Arrows"!

So that was it! Kui Lang’s imitation of the Archery technique had been passed down from Xie Luohe!

It was Archery passed down by Xie Luohe!

’But, Brother Kui, you seem to have misunderstood something. What Xie Luohe is using... how could you possibly call this pure ’Archery’?!’

FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT!

The eleven arrows pierced eleven vital points on Fan Yao’s body. He was seen spitting mouthfuls of blood, his Feiyan Suit dyed crimson as he was thrown backward, flying like a shooting star.

"Not good!"

Seeing the trajectory of Fan Yao’s flight, Zheng Xiu’s eye twitched. With incredible speed, he tore off a strip of cloth and, SWISH SWISH, wrapped it around his wrist.

The bleeding stopped.

WHOOSH!

The blood-red ribbon of light that maintained the "Bird Cage" suddenly collapsed, falling as a rain of blood.

"The enemy general is dead. Are you looking to die too?"

Xie Luohe’s gaze was glacial. She floated down gracefully from the collapsing pavilion and called out to the Divine Martial Army soldiers in a low, commanding voice.

THUD!

In the distance, the sound of Fan Yao’s body hitting the ground finally arrived. His fate—life or death—was unknown.

Xie Luohe slung her Longbow over her back. Under the complex, unreadable gazes of the soldiers, she ignored everyone and quickly passed through their ranks, walking toward the mountain wall.

RUMBLE.

After the chaotic battle, the mountain wall, which had already been loosened, began to shake. The water that had accumulated inside drained away, revealing a massive hole.

"Is it over?" Chu Chengfeng saw the soldiers leaving with complicated expressions on their faces, heading in Fan Yao’s direction as if to confirm whether he was alive or dead. He stood stunned for a few seconds before rushing to check on Xie Yunliu’s injuries.

Xie Luohe entered Nie Gong’s Treasure Vault alone. Zheng Xiu followed her.

The once-narrow cave entrance had been widened considerably by the force of the water, allowing the two of them to enter with ease.

Inside was a spacious cavern. At the far end, a long ramp sloped downward, ending at a small, crude door.

Xie Luohe walked quickly up the slope, her delicate frame trembling slightly. She reached out and, little by little, pushed the door open.

The door, surprisingly, was unlocked.

Zheng Xiu watched Xie Luohe’s back, his brow furrowed, but he didn’t say anything.

BANG!

The moment the door opened, air rushed in, and one by one, the "Everlasting Lamps" on the walls, filled with white phosphorus, ignited silently.

"So this... is Nie Gong’s Treasure Vault."

The contents were clear at a glance. Zheng Xiu was stunned.

The instant Xie Luohe pushed open the door and the Everlasting Lamps lit up, she saw everything inside and froze.

An unknown amount of time passed.

THUD.

Xie Luohe knelt on the floor, her face a mask of utter despair.

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