Jiang Caiyan Is a Heroine Too?

Ding! Hidden Plot triggered!

Hidden bond relationship with Jiang Caiyan unlocked!

Description: Jiang Caiyan, the young mistress of the Blood Moon Cult, was supposed to be defeated by Ye Tian after the City Lord's Mansion was destroyed, then become a member of the backup harem. However, the host seized the initiative, relying on the Beast Seal to break the original plot direction and sever the storyline between the original protagonist and the heroine.

Note: This is a breakthrough improvement. Although you will face the witch's pursuit in the future, who knows whether love might be born from hatred?

"What? Jiang Caiyan is... a heroine?"

Lin Heng stood frozen in place, unable to believe it.

He did not remember the original plot very clearly, and indeed had not known about Jiang Caiyan's storyline.

Judging by what the system meant, if he had not stuck a knife in halfway through, Ye Tian would have encountered Jiang Caiyan's ambush after leaving Golden Horse City.

Everyone understood the dog author's piss-poor habits.

It was nothing more than the original protagonist easily defeating the heroine who had come served up on a platter, then showing off hard in front of her.

Then he would pull some tender-pity-for-fragrant-jade routine, or perhaps suppress her and take her as a maid, using the method of pressing down first and raising up later, giving a cudgel blow and then a sweet date.

Those emotional hormones would not stop shooting upward.

But now, whether by blind luck or because lust had gotten the better of him, Lin Heng had directly brought Jiang Caiyan under control.

No wonder he felt the mission had been so easy to speedrun, without the slightest obstruction. So the entire thigh of the Blood Moon Cult had been Jiang Caiyan alone.

Jiang Caiyan had wanted to suck him dry to accelerate her cultivation cycle, only to accidentally drag herself into it.

"This is hard to handle. How long has it even been... and in the blink of an eye, I've offended so many heroines."

Because he had charged his master, Meng Yutong hated him so much she wished she could pinch him to death.

Because he had freeloaded off Senior Sister, Yun Yao definitely would not let him off.

And now, because he had offended the witch, Jiang Caiyan had named him outright and wanted to twist his head off.

Lin Heng began to doubt life a little. He had truly maxed out the hatred halo that came with being a villain.

East City · Granary.

Three Stone Pillars stood like sticks of incense before the Dome.

This place had accumulated all of Golden Horse City's income from the past nearly five years.

The City Lord's Mansion had fallen, and the people from the Justice Bureau had occupied this place first.

Dozens of constables, long sabers at their waists, guarded the storehouse doors.

Several gray-haired Craftsmen stood before the doors fiddling with tools, vainly trying to open the valve.

"It's already been half a day, and you lot still haven't even opened one Granary. I'll give you three sticks of incense at most. If you can't open the storehouse doors, don't blame me for getting nasty."

The leading yamen officer grabbed a Craftsman by the collar and threatened him viciously.

Golden Horse City was in chaos. From aristocratic families above to common folk below, everyone was reclaiming industries connected to the City Lord's Mansion.

On the surface, all gains had to be turned over to the public, awaiting the formation of a new City Lord's Mansion.

But in reality, after self-theft under the watch of people like them, there would be almost nothing left for the new City Lord's Mansion.

Whenever a city entered a period of turmoil, whether it was the Justice Bureau or the City Lord's Mansion facing this kind of situation, the things they did were much the same.

"My lord, three sticks of incense is too short!" the white-bearded old man trembled in terror. "The Granary does not use a simple mortise-and-tenon structure. Without the Secret Key to complete the interior, even with the strength of a thousand catties, you could not pry the great door even a hair's breadth."

He had been a Craftsman in Golden Horse City for thirty years. What lock, what door had he not dealt with?

For an important storage site like the Granary, trying to break it open was no different from climbing to the heavens.

"Hmph. I don't care how hard it is. If you can't open the storehouse doors within three sticks of incense, that's your responsibility."

"My lord, this..."

"Cut the crap and hurry up... or I'll chop you down right now!"

When a scholar met a soldier, even reason could not be explained.

This was exactly that kind of situation.

Seeing that the other party was about to draw his saber, the old man did not dare say another word. He would leave it to fate; if he could live three more sticks of incense, then three more sticks of incense it was.

Lin Heng, who had paused in the shadows, saw this scene and shook his head slightly.

"As expected, just as I thought. What kind of City Lord's Mansion there is, there will be what kind of Justice Bureau."

"How could there be any real greed for power and rebellion? It's merely a predetermined redistribution of interests."

The Bureau Chief had once sworn solemnly that he would eliminate harm for Golden Horse City. In the end, before the "harm" had even been fully eliminated, he himself had become the new "harm."

What a laughable Dynasty.

The time of three sticks of incense soon passed. The leading constable kicked the old man beside him over and cursed, "Trash, a pack of trash! If you can't even handle this tiny matter, then don't blame me for taking the few of you back to make up the numbers!"

The mission issued by the Justice Bureau was to seize every chain of interest belonging to the City Lord's Mansion. Any who refused could be executed on the spot.

Every person executed came with a corresponding head reward, so since they could not seize the interests of the Granary, they could simply take a few heads back to claim merit.

As for the reason for execution, that could not be simpler.

They could casually fabricate the situation, saying these people had disobeyed orders and would rather die than open the storehouse doors.

Words were spoken by people, after all.

Just as the blade was about to fall, a hand suddenly clamped onto his arm.

The constable was greatly startled. He turned his eyes to the handsome white-robed young man beside him, not yet having time to speak.

Then came a crack.

His entire arm rotated backward by 180 degrees in a bizarre posture.

A scream shattered the silence. The other constables reacted and drew their sabers as they rushed over.

Lin Heng's gaze was indifferent. He suddenly drew the long saber at the constable's side, and after a magnificent turn, six heads flew at once.

Finally, he drove the saber into the chest of the constable beside him.

The scream stopped abruptly, followed closely by the thuds of round heads hitting the ground.

The entire sequence was completed in one breath, without the slightest sloppiness.

Lin Heng stood in place and looked at the bloodstain on the sleeve of his left arm, his brows furrowing slightly.

He was certain this was definitely not Yun Yao's blood.

"What a hassle. Another bit of clothing dirtied."

At this moment, the several Craftsmen who had nearly died beneath the long saber were completely dumbfounded.

Until Lin Heng looked at them.

Thud!

"Immortal's heavenly might, we beg Immortal to spare our lives!"

"Immortal, spare us!"

The few of them knelt one after another, calling him Immortal with every breath, afraid Lin Heng would conveniently kill them too.

Immortal was the respectful address ordinary people used for cultivators.

Before them stood white robes, and in an instant he had killed seven people. If this was not a god, what was it?

"Get up," Lin Heng said faintly. "I can spare your lives. Keep your mouths shut about what happened here. I do not wish to draw more people from the Justice Bureau here to disturb me."

"If you inform the Justice Bureau, I will personally take your lives back."

Lin Heng's original intention had not been to save them, or rather, whether they lived or died had never had anything to do with him.

If he wanted to open the Granary and open the Mystery Box as soon as possible, he had to get rid of these constables.

In order not to cause too large a disturbance, he had even deliberately waited until the patrolmen at the other end of the street disappeared before making his move.

"The Justice Bureau is savage and without principle. It was Immortal who saved us. We are not even done being grateful!"

The few of them promised again and again.

Ordinary people were like this. No matter who was on duty, as long as that person did not hurt them in the slightest, they would stand on that side.

Moreover, Lin Heng was still a cultivator. Even if they reported him to the Justice Bureau, so what? Could the bureau give them a huge pile of money notes?

There was no practical meaning at all.

After the Craftsmen scattered and left, Lin Heng came to the first Granary on the left.

The Secret Key was inserted into the hole in the very center of the storehouse door. There were several thunking sounds, and the interior seemed to be turning like rusted gears.

Immediately afterward, the round fan-shaped great door began opening upward.

"Good grief, after all that, it's a Roller Door."

"Come on, then. Let's see what good stuff there is."