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

Chapter 523: Chapter 260: A New Orchid Mystic! But Four Blooms?

Let’s set aside the devastation back in Lu Town for now.

Zheng Xiu hastily canceled his Divine Travel. The moment he opened his eyes, he froze, thinking he’d fallen into another illusion.

Peach-colored halos bloomed around him, and white petals fluttered through the dungeon, creating a sea of intertwined pink and white flowers.

Four beautiful, fair-skinned figures with fragrant breath pressed in tightly against him—they were none other than his four lovely consorts. Their faces were flushed a rosy red as if drunk, their hazy eyes roaming and exploring.

Zheng Xiu was the filling in a sandwich.

He was the filling.

And the girls were the bread.

The current situation was that there was plenty of bread—four whole portions of it, all fair and white—but far too little filling to go around.

”You all...”

This ”sandwich” situation had come on so suddenly. With a SWOOSH, Zheng Xiu was stripped bare, feeling both chilly and hot all at once.

A look of utter astonishment crossed Zheng Xiu’s face. His eyebrows twitched rhythmically.

With no warning and no hesitation, they had just appeared in his world, bringing him a... surprise. For a moment, Zheng Xiu was truly at a loss for words.

The four women were boldly insubordinate. Zheng Xiu was instantly overcome with rage and found himself standing at attention.

Zizi, blushing to the tips of her ears, let out a stifled giggle. She rubbed her hands together, and her Miracle Technique flared to life, covering them in a white glow. In an instant, her Skillful Hands, slick and smooth as jade, had him in their grip. Zheng Xiu didn’t dare move. ”What are you...?”

Zizi’s Miracle Technique was concentrated entirely in her hands. She could eliminate all friction and impact—that much Zheng Xiu knew. What he didn’t know was that her ”Miracle Technique” could be used like *this*.

Behind him, Jing Xuemei, who had always been as cold and pure as ice, began pecking at his neck like a chick pecking at grain, her small mouth leaving faint, rouge-colored lip prints. The most incredible thing to Zheng Xiu was that wherever her lips touched, the sound of a flute emerged. The hollow, ecstatic notes echoed in his ear, making him feel as if his neck had become a flute full of holes, and Jing Xuemei was pouring all her strength into playing a peerless, worldly masterpiece.

The former Persian Princess of the Dayue Clan, Pingping, was skilled at plucking strings.

Zheng Xiu had just glanced back when his vision blurred and his head spun. Muddle-headed, he feigned reluctance but ultimately gave in—or rather, he simply didn’t resist. The sheer expanse of her white top was enough to make a man dizzy. Pingping said shyly, ”Master, you... you... how are you awake!”

Though her words were shy, her hands moved quickly, and she began to play him like a Ji Zither.

DING! DING! DING!

Crisp, therapeutic notes rang out from Zheng Xiu’s skin. He was astonished to find his skin transmitting the vibrations like ripples in water. His entire body trembled, from his fingertips to the roots of his hair, which all stood on end.

The bizarre sensation was like an electric shock. Just as Zheng Xiu started to say, ”Don’t—” a tremor ran through him, and he swallowed the rest of his words.

Lily, who was skilled at singing, had a sudden realization. ”Master said, ’Don’t stop!’”

The white light on Zizi’s hands intensified as she applied her Miracle Technique with even more force. ”As expected of Master!”

Jing Xuemei sighed. ”Truly, as expected of Master.”

Pingping laughed heartily. ”As expected of Master!”

As their voices faded, emerald-green branches began to sprout from behind them. The branches, as nimble as living things, slowly crept from the four women’s bodies onto Zheng Xiu’s.

Soon, Zheng Xiu was bound by the emerald branches and hoisted up to the ceiling.

’Fuck.’

Zheng Xiu was utterly dumbfounded.

This incredible... ’playstyle’ certainly broadened his horizons.

Plump flower buds sprouted on the branches, growing at a visible rate. Then, luscious Orchids, glistening as if with dew, burst forth from the buds. In an instant, the entire dungeon was filled with the intoxicating fragrance of Orchids.

While suspended by the Orchid branches, Zheng Xiu dazedly reached out and touched a nearby flower, gently prodding its pistil. Below him, Jing Xuemei suddenly let out a muffled groan, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure as she made a strange sound.

The Orchid’s petals suddenly recoiled from Zheng Xiu’s finger, but the brave little flower stealthily opened up again, a sweet nectar seeming to well up from its pistil.

Watching the Orchids bloom one after another, filling the room with their blossoms and spraying nectar, Zheng Xiu was utterly stupefied and couldn’t quite believe his eyes.

’These are real flowers!’

’Orchids are growing out of their backs!’

’What is happening?’

More and more branches and Orchids sprouted from their backs, enveloping all five of them.

Soon, the Orchids and branches in the dungeon wove themselves into a giant cocoon suspended in mid-air. Inside, five figures could be seen, diligently ”cultivating” and ”deeply plowing” their Paths and Miracle Techniques.

WHOOSH!

The branches pulled Zheng Xiu into a spread-eagle position.

”Master, Lily wants to... tell a story.”

Zizi chimed in, ”We want to tell you a story, Master. A story from a long, long time ago.”

Zheng Xiu froze. ’You ambush me in the middle of the night, a group of women against one man, brazenly defy your master, and tie me up like this... just to tell me a story?’

He grumbled internally, but Lily’s voice was as lovely as an oriole’s song, as crisp as pearls dropping onto a jade plate, and as ethereal as a distant echo. It seemed to hold an enchanting Magic Power that could draw the soul from the body. The moment she began to speak, Zheng Xiu’s mind settled, and he found himself involuntarily captivated by her voice.

”A long, long, long, long time ago, there lived a famous courtesan whose beauty outshone all others. Her name was Liu Shishi.”

”Though she found herself in a brothel, Liu Shishi remained as pure as jade, and she was a master of the four arts: the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.”

”Her only hope was that one day she might earn enough money to buy her freedom, find a husband she loved, and live a life of supporting him, raising their children, and seeing her home filled with grandchildren.”

”One day, during a heavy downpour, Shishi took shelter from the drizzling rain under the eaves, cutting a rather sorry figure.”

”A Scholar holding a paper umbrella walked timidly to her side, his face blushing. ’Miss,’ he said, ’please, take my umbrella.’ After handing the umbrella to Liu Shishi, he turned and dashed out into the heavy rain.”