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

Chapter 218: Chapter 151: Mighty Man and Monk

Ruchen was stunned.

From his perspective, he couldn’t make sense of any of it.

He only saw a senior, who bore a nine-tenths resemblance to ”Zheng Shan”—no, not just a resemblance, he was his spitting image—call himself Zheng Baimei, appear, and then stand there motionless in mid-air for a moment.

Zheng Baimei told him to close his eyes and turn his head, and Ruchen obediently did so.

But he couldn’t resist. He heard a noise and turned back, only to see with wide eyes that the senior was about to die.

The next second, the Dark Curtain in the sky was pierced by countless dazzling sword glints.

Myriad sword glints seemed to materialize from thin air, skewering the Raven People until they were mangled beyond recognition.

Before Ruchen’s very eyes, Senior Zheng Baimei had used some kind of Evil Technique to take the Crow Fosterer down with him.

The above was Ruchen’s understanding of the situation.

He couldn’t see any deeper, so he had no idea what Zheng Xiu had done, understood, or realized in that brief moment of Life and Death Struggle.

Zheng Baimei had used his life to dispel the ominous night, bringing a quiet and peaceful evening to this remote corner of Daqian.

In fact, before Zheng Xiu had created the ”Zheng Baimei” Incarnation—back in the Heart Prison when he was talking to the ”Riddle Arm”—he had inexplicably leveled up his one and only Talent: [No merchant is honest].

[No merchant is honest (Masterful)]: One, as the saying goes, no merchant is honest, and you are the most dishonest of all. When rolling dice, there is a chance to trigger ”Cunning and Deceitful,” doubling the points. Two, you have grasped the Dao of Choice and Discard. As the saying goes, one must first discard to gain. When creating a new Incarnation, you can halve the points of one roll, and in exchange, the next two rolls will be guaranteed to trigger ”Cunning and Deceitful” and be doubled. Three, you are a person who acts By Any Means Necessary. When creating a new Incarnation, you can designate one Attribute, other than ”Age,” to be ”game-breaking” at the cost of all other Attributes having an extremely high probability of rolling a ”critical failure.”

As Zheng Xiu’s ”Talent,” after more than twenty years of hard work and a series of fortuitous events after entering the prison, [No merchant is honest] at the ”Masterful” level had produced three Derivations.

”Cunning and Deceitful,” ”Dao of Choice and Discard,” and ”By Any Means Necessary.”

And when creating ”Zheng Baimei,” Zheng Xiu had, for the first time, tried using the third Derivation—”By Any Means Necessary.”

At that time, Zheng Xiu had truly touched upon the ”bottleneck” of Incarnations for the first time, which was represented by the number ”fifty” in terms of points.

The Zheng Baimei Incarnation seemed invincible, killing the Crow Fosterer with a single sword strike.

But looking at his stat panel, Zheng Baimei was actually very weak.

This was because the Attribute Zheng Xiu had chosen to make ”game-breaking” was [Scholarship].

He chose Scholarship because his previous two Incarnations, ”Mighty Man” and ”Evil Child”—one large, one small; one fierce, one tender; one tough, one cute—complemented each other to some extent. He figured that creating another Incarnation with maxed-out Muscle Strength or Step Technique seemed unnecessary, and it wouldn’t fit the persona of the ”Zheng Family Ancestor.”

Furthermore, Zheng Xiu had his doubts about this so-called ”game-breaking” effect. He also figured, ’what’s the harm in trying?’, and on top of some indescribable Intuition, he boldly chose ”Scholarship” as the test subject for this ability.

How should he put it?

The ”Nameless Sword Saint” described in [Heaven and Earth Sword Intent] was mentioned only in a few brief, hasty words.

Scholarship, Sword Saint, style, sword comprehension, stoicism.

Each word wove together, sketching the image of a peerless Sword Saint in Zheng Xiu’s mind.

He chose [Scholarship] because he felt that the Nameless Sword Saint of his imagination, and the ”Zheng Baimei” he was about to create, should be someone with off-the-charts [Scholarship].

Zheng Xiu admitted it was a gamble.

But it wasn’t like he couldn’t afford to lose.

Worst case, he’d just have to create another one.

In the end, Zheng Xiu couldn’t say whether the gamble had paid off or not.

Because the final result was that [Scholarship], as if breaking through a barrier impassable to ordinary people, reached a high of fifty-one points.

On the parchment, [Scholarship] had also changed into [Enlightenment].

Other than his Age, none of Zheng Baimei’s other Attributes were high. They were a far cry from the two ”alt accounts”—Mighty Man and Evil Child—that Zheng Xiu had painstakingly farmed, making them barely satisfactory.

Except for [Enlightenment], which was a staggering fifty-one points, with the evaluation: One Smell, Thousand Realizations.

It was precisely this ”game-breaking” Enlightenment that had created Zheng Baimei.

It created the Zheng Baimei who, on the verge of death, in a state of Life and Death Struggle, seemed to burn away his life to unleash a world-shocking sword strike that made Heaven and Earth weep!

Heaven and Earth Sword Intent!

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As night fell.

Zheng Baimei’s head weathered away, bit by bit. His expression showed no pain; instead, it held a trace of profound realization and satisfaction.

He had reached Enlightenment.

Through that terrifying sword strike, Zheng Xiu, in his Incarnation as the Sword Saint, had vaguely come to understand the meaning of the ”sword.”

And then he died.

Zheng Baimei’s head completely turned to dust, scattering into the night until not a trace was left.

Ruchen stared blankly at the dissipating ”Senior Zheng Baimei,” his heart filled with sorrow.

He dug at the earth with both hands, as if trying to gather the senior’s ashes for a proper burial.

But he failed.

The earth was just earth. There were no ashes.

”Senior... Brother Zheng... Senior... Brother Zheng...”

Ruchen kept digging, his nails splitting, his ten fingers stained red.

One moment he would call out ”Senior,” the next, ”Brother Zheng.”

Because Ruchen could no longer tell if the person who had just ”sacrificed” himself to save him was the old senior named ”Zheng Baimei,” or Machoman Zheng Shan.

’I can’t tell them apart, this Little Monk truly can’t tell them apart!’

Suddenly, Ruchen felt a weight on his back.

Someone had appeared out of thin air and somehow landed on him.

It was the Mighty Man!

”Big Bro!”

Ruchen blurted out, omitting the ”Zheng” in his haste. The word just rolled off his tongue.