Ch 13: The Malevolent Monster Just Wants To Farm

At three-quarters past the hour of Mao, just as dawn was breaking, a queue had already formed outside Huaiyang City. The city guards at the gate were diligently checking each person’s pass to enter the city.

Shuanzhu was a farmer from a small village outside Huaiyang City. He had an older brother who worked as a kitchen assistant at Zuixiang Restaurant in the city. Through some connections, Shuanzhu had secured a stable job supplying the restaurant with fresh vegetables daily.

Most of the people entering the city at this time were like Shuanzhu, earning their living by bringing goods into the city. They were mostly vendors driving ox carts or peddlers carrying goods on shoulder poles.

Amidst this crowd of short-clad commoners, a young man in a blue robe stood out noticeably.

This young man had a handsome face, fair and delicate skin, and although the fabric of his robe was not particularly detailed, it was clear it was of high quality—he was unmistakably the son of a wealthy family, accustomed to luxury.

Jiang Lin stood in the center of the crowd, aware that many were observing him.

He, too, was observing the people around him and the city gate ahead.

These people were undoubtedly the most ordinary citizens of this era. Jiang Lin noticed that most were dressed in coarse cloth, their skin tanned from long hours of labor. Yet, the majority had smiles on their faces and did not appear emaciated or weak from lack of food.

Moreover, there were quite a few peddlers and small vendors in the queue.

It was evident that the people of this era were living fairly well and that commerce was thriving.

The city gate, built of bricks and stone, was tall, imposing, and majestic.

According to the system, this land was ruled by a dynasty called Dasheng, which was currently in a period of great prosperity. The world was peaceful, the economy was flourishing, and the people were living well.

However, this Dasheng Dynasty had never appeared in any historical records known to Jiang Lin.

But on reflection, in a world where various demons and mythical creatures existed, the appearance of an unknown dynasty was not all that surprising.

Soon, it was Jiang Lin’s turn in the queue.

He cast a minor illusion to pass unnoticed by the guards and entered the city with ease.

But at that very moment, he was blocked by an invisible barrier.

Jiang Lin was momentarily surprised, then instinctively waved his hand to shatter the barrier.

“Who dares enter without permission?” A thunderous voice roared from above.

A flash of light appeared before Jiang Lin, revealing two warriors clad in golden armor.

They wore gold armor, their faces stern and authoritative without anger, one wielding a battle axe and the other holding a spear, their bodies glowing faintly with divine golden light.

These were the gate gods of Huaiyang City.

Jiang Lin was initially stunned, but quickly realized: No wonder this world, despite having so many demons and monsters, kept them all confined to the wild, with no interaction with the human world.

Even a medium-sized city like Huaiyang, which wasn’t even a provincial capital, had two golden-armored war gods guarding its gate.

With the strength of the barrier at the gate and the power of these two war gods, ordinary demons probably wouldn’t dare come near.

As he pondered this, he was unaware that the two golden-armored gods were also scrutinizing him.

The more they observed, the more solemn the two gods became.