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

[Post Station: Feng Bei’s home, destroyed.]

[Surprise Challenge completed.]

[Deceitful Object Fitting has been slightly increased.]

[Form One has recorded an innate technique.]

[Please assign a name.]

"..."

[Default name assigned: Dragon Lowering Its Head.]

The stunned Mighty Man was left in utter disarray.

A powerful suction pulled at him. After the Post Station was destroyed, the Mighty Man Incarnation turned into a puff of green smoke and was forcibly taken away.

Some time later, a squad of armor-clad soldiers cautiously arrived at the scene.

They were accompanied by several Night Guards.

One of the Night Guards was named 567, and he was on duty today.

The billowing dust and snow seemed as if it would never settle. Uprooted and broken dead trees were scattered everywhere, blocking the main road.

Word of the disturbance in the distance had reached the Imperial City. However, none of the major figures in the Imperial City were present at the moment. The only Constellation still on duty was a Spirit Binder, whose delicate constitution kept them from fieldwork. After the report was made, a Divine Martial Army Commander dispatched troops to patrol the area with Night Guard 567.

"Hold on, let me take a look first."

The snow and dust obscured his vision. Tears streamed from 567’s eyes as if he were crying his heart out, and several Ravens simultaneously became his "eyes," looking down from on high.

Amidst the swirling snow and dust, a mountain peak had been cleaved down the middle.

A perfectly fine mountain peak had been turned into a canyon.

Night Guard 567 was instantly dumbfounded. The terrifying scene shocked him so much that a cold sweat broke out on his brow, and he couldn’t utter a single word.

...

「A short time later.」

On the southern main road, a man and a woman shared a horse, galloping along and kicking up a fine trail of dust.

The horse began to veer off course as it went, straying into the woods.

It might have mistakenly thought that the two masters on its back wanted to enter the woods to take care of... other business.

"Senior?"

"Senior?"

"Senior Zheng."

"Brother Zheng."

"Ah... we’re going to crash."

Feng Bei tightened her gloves, hesitating on whether she should act.

Her calm calls from behind finally registered. Zheng Xiu snapped back to his senses, only to realize that under his haphazard guidance, the horse had somehow wandered into a small grove. A large tree stood before the panicked animal, and Zheng Xiu had been yanking the reins straight towards it, scaring the poor horse half to death.

Feng Bei had been on the verge of taking off her gloves and obliterating the entire grove to avoid a collision.

"Brother Zheng, is something on your mind?"

After guiding the horse back onto the proper path, Feng Bei had initially worried that the Mighty Man was low on energy and riding while fatigued, but after Zheng Xiu flatly denied it, she guessed that something was weighing on his mind.

The corner of Zheng Xiu’s eye twitched when he heard that.

Ever since he had cleaved Feng Bei’s mountain in two and destroyed the Post Station with a single move, Zheng Xiu had felt guilty whenever he faced her.

’How am I supposed to explain it to Feng Bei?’

’What can I say to convince Feng Bei that it was all an accident?’

’What kind of accident makes someone’s home vanish in the blink of an eye?’

Lost in thought over these questions, a dazed Zheng Xiu had steered the horse down the wrong path.

"It’s nothing. I was just thinking about who that ’Playful Monk’ really is."

Zheng Xiu explained with a smile, secretly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead as he turned back around.

Feng Bei didn’t suspect a thing. Zheng Shan had always given her the impression of being calm and steady.

"Brother Zheng, you don’t need to worry so much. Once we reach Yizhong County, the truth will soon come to light."

Feng Bei, in turn, began to comfort Zheng Xiu.

Based on Feng Bei’s understanding of Senior Zheng Shan, she believed he was worried about the common people who were about to suffer.

Perhaps she had slightly misunderstood the source of Zheng Xiu’s current anxiety, but she had indeed read his mood correctly.

Zheng Xiu decided to keep the matter hidden for now.

He remembered his Ten Great Skillful Hands.

’I’ll have to ask Yan Jiji later if there’s a way to hammer Feng Bei’s family’s mountain back together.’

’Yan Jiji, oh, Yan Jiji, the time has come to test the true skill of you Craftsmen.’