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

Although Jun Buxiao was currently wearing a standard Night Guard uniform, no one treated him like a mere Night Guard.

At that moment, Jun Buxiao turned his head and saw Yue Yan’s calm expression, as if she had just breathed a sigh of relief. Recalling her connection to the Zheng Family, Jun Buxiao grunted. "I haven’t seen you make a single move from start to finish. Does he truly have some unspeakable connection to Zheng Xiu?"

Yue Yan’s eyes narrowed and the corners of her mouth curved up. She then cupped her fist toward Jun Buxiao and pointed to the sky. "Reporting to Lord Upper Four, I laid the Celestial Net across the sky long ago."

She shook her long sleeves, revealing her ten fingers. A thread as fine as a hair was attached to each fingertip, with the other ends connected to several bare spools. "I didn’t hold anything back, you know. I used them all."

Following Yue Yan’s gesture, Jun Buxiao strained his eyes and only then discovered a layer of sharp, nearly invisible threads stretched across the sky.

If the falling dust and smoke hadn’t sullied Yue Yan’s threads, coating them in a layer of gray, he might have had to leap into the air just to see the Celestial Net.

In the center of the web of threads was a large hole, clearly blasted through by the Mighty Man when he made his move.

Jun Buxiao was displeased, but Yue Yan had indeed taken action, so he didn’t lash out.

Then Yue Yan added lightly, "I never expected that fellow would forcefully shatter Lord Upper Four’s Shadow Puppetry. Man proposes, but Heaven disposes."

Hearing this, Jun Buxiao’s chest tightened. He felt a sweet, metallic taste rise in his throat—the surge of blood, not quite cresting.

Though Yue Yan hadn’t said it outright, her words seemed to imply that his failure to stop the Mighty Man was his own weakness as an Upper Four, leaving him with no one else to blame.

Just then, someone dug a barely breathing Gu Qiutang out of the rubble. They called out to the others, asking if anyone among them was on the Physician Path and could save him. Everyone shook their heads.

One of the Constellations, who had a vague idea of Yue Yan’s Magic, waved her over.

Yue Yan stepped forward reluctantly. "You want me to stitch his wounds? But my threads... I’ve never tried to sew Human flesh before. That falls under the rules of another Path."

The Constellation spread his hands helplessly. "It’s a desperate measure, but we have to try! We can’t let a Lower Four die here."

Gu Qiutang’s eyes were shut tight. Half his body was a mangled, bloody mess from a saw-toothed blade, a truly gruesome sight. Yue Yan glanced at him a few times before sighing softly. With a flick of her ten fingers, her needles and threads began to weave through Gu Qiutang’s flesh from a distance.

’There’s no helping it. I’m still on the clock, and a job’s a job.’

She stitched him up. Whether Gu Qiutang actually survived or not was none of her concern.

After casually stitching Gu Qiutang’s gory wounds, Yue Yan inexplicably heard strange whispers in her ear, like the sound of someone tiptoeing. On high alert, she whipped her head around, but there was no one beside her. The mystery left her puzzled.

Kneeling amidst the ruins, Dou Xie was particularly conspicuous as he stared blankly at a few tattered pages in his hands.

Jun Buxiao straightened his mask and walked toward Dou Xie. Seeing the man’s filthy, tear-streaked face, Jun Buxiao sneered, "Where is he?"

Dou Xie looked up blankly. He still hadn’t recovered from the shock of the Mighty Man’s sweeping attack. It wasn’t until Jun Buxiao had asked him three times that he finally pointed toward the city gate.

The air was thick with dust, obscuring the view. Jun Buxiao leaped onto a rooftop and squinted into the distance.

When his vision cleared, the pupils beneath Jun Buxiao’s mask shook violently, and his jaw fell open, refusing to close.

He saw that the roofs of half the city district had been ripped clean off, leaving only bare walls standing. And where the city gate should have been, only the bottom half of a low wall remained. Everything above it had vanished without a trace!

That one strike from the Mighty Man had destroyed half the district!

’If it weren’t for the countless commoners lying in the streets... if I hadn’t used my shadows to manipulate a few of them into Human shields at the last moment... if the Mighty Man’s strike had come down on us instead of slashing horizontally... If not for all those things, would any of us, including myself, Upper Four Jun Buxiao...

...have survived?’

The thought that he could have died left Jun Buxiao’s mouth dry. For a moment, he was speechless.

"Lord Upper Four! The Ravens! Something’s wrong with the Ravens!"

Suddenly, someone pointed at the sky and shouted.

The Ravens, which should have been obediently waiting in the sky for their masters’ call, were now flocking together as one and flying off in a single direction.

No matter how the Night Guards called to them, the Ravens acted as if they heard nothing. In the blink of an eye, they vanished without a trace, leaving not a single one in the sky above.

The others were clueless, but Upper Four Jun Buxiao, who knew some of Ye Weiyang’s secrets, stared blankly for a moment after seeing the Ravens’ strange behavior. Then he sighed, sat down on the ground, and began massaging his sore shoulders and loosening his aching muscles.

Someone asked what they should do next.

Jun Buxiao shook his head.

This time, he didn’t use his usual strange, theatrical tone. Instead, he spoke in a normal voice.

"No need to waste our energy looking. This is... no longer our business."

「Meanwhile.」

Zheng Xiu fled General Town at a full sprint, Chu Susu in tow.

This body of his was only an Incarnation, not true flesh and blood. His seemingly gory wounds stopped bleeding after a short while. The blood that had dripped to the ground dissipated into wisps of black smoke, and the flesh of the wounds was slowly squirming, repairing itself involuntarily.

Although Zheng Xiu had used a single Dragon Tail Swing to shatter the Shadow Puppetry with devastating ease, his opponents were numerous and well-coordinated with their Miracle Techniques. If he had remained entangled with them any longer, the situation could have taken an unexpected turn.

’Revenge can wait. The most important thing right now is to rescue Feng Bei from the Ghostly Realm.’