The most useless spiritual root at the beginning, I just want to play badly

"This is really difficult for me." Lin Changan took a deep breath, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. "It seems that I need to be more careful and not take it lightly."

Just as he was still pondering how to complete this task, there was a gentle knock on the door. Lin Chang'an came to his senses, walked to the door and opened it, and was greeted by Lin Wanxi's shy face. She was holding a small package in her hands, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she seemed a little embarrassed.

"Brother Chang'an, these are some nourishing herbs I prepared for you. I specially asked a pharmacist to mix them." Lin Wanxi lowered her head and spoke softly, "You...you've been working hard recently. These herbs will help you recover your strength."

Lin Chang'an was stunned for a moment, a warm feeling welling up in his heart. He took the package and smiled faintly, "Thank you, Wanxi. These herbs will help me recover some of the energy I've consumed."

Lin Wanxi looked at Lin Chang'an's gentle smile and felt even more shy. She whispered, "You're welcome. They're just some small things." After that, she lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Lin Chang'an's eyes.

Seeing her like this, Lin Changan felt a little overwhelmed. He had always been accustomed to Lin Wanxi's calmness and rationality, but today, her shyness and gentleness made him feel a little embarrassed.

"Wanxi, you have to take good care of yourself too." Lin Changan sighed slightly, his voice soft and gentle, "You've been through a lot during this period."

Lin Wanxi nodded slightly, seemingly having no desire to say anything more. She just stood there and looked at him quietly, her eyes full of concern.

At this moment, another familiar voice came from outside the door. "Chang'an!" Shen Tian appeared at the door. His face was a little tired, but the gratitude was still visible.

Lin Changan came back to his senses, walked over and exchanged glances with Shen Tian, ​​and whispered, "Why are you here?"

Shen Tian smiled and slowly walked into the house: "I came to thank you. After all, if it weren't for you, we would have won today..." He paused, a hint of complexity in his eyes, "However, there is one more thing I want to ask you, what are your plans next?"

Lin Changan raised his eyebrows, remained silent for a moment, and finally said, "My next goal is to eliminate the leader of the Demon Cult. The system has given me a new task, but the location of the Demon Cult remains a mystery, so I need some time to find clues about them."

After hearing this, Shen Tian frowned. "The leader of the Demon Cult? This is not an easy task." He pondered for a moment and looked at Lin Changan again. "Do you have confidence?"

Lin Chang'an's gaze was as sharp as a knife. "Confidence is not a problem," he said slowly. "However, the most important thing now is how to find their trace."

"Yes." Shen Tian nodded, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes, "If you need help, just ask."

Lin Changan smiled slightly, feeling grateful. He knew that although Shen Tian didn't say much, his feelings were already conveyed. "Thank you, Shen Tian. Don't worry, I will take care of this matter."

Shen Tian looked at Lin Changan with eyes full of trust, "That's good. If you need anything, just tell me."

After a brief exchange, Shen Tian left Lin Chang'an's room. Lin Chang'an stood by the window, his gaze piercing the distant green hills. He knew a new challenge had quietly arrived, and this time, he would face unprecedented dangers and difficulties. Yet, without a trace of fear, he felt even more resolute.

"The Demon Cult Leader..." He whispered to himself, his eyes deep, "No matter what, I will not let them continue to wreak havoc."

In the darkened hall of the Demon Cult's headquarters, the atmosphere was unusually solemn. The ancient ghost knelt in a panic before the black-robed leader, his body covered in wounds, his eyes filled with fear and anger. Having been severely wounded by Lin Chang'an, he desperately needed treatment and had even come to the Demon Cult for help.

"Master... please... save me." The old ghost's voice was hoarse, almost begging. Although he held a high position of power in the Demon Sect, facing the Master at this moment, his expression was like a trapped little animal, fearful and helpless.

The black-robed leader stood atop a high throne, his face hidden beneath the robe, his expression unclear. His presence seemed to condense the entire cult's dark power, mysterious and unfathomable. Upon hearing the ancient ghost's plea for help, he simply waved his hand. A sudden burst of cold air erupted from the surroundings, and then a column of energy as transparent as water shot out from his fingertips, striking the ancient ghost's body.

"You are no longer worthy of living." The black-robed leader spoke coldly, his voice low and full of oppression.

Before the ancient ghost could react, his entire body was surrounded by the transparent energy ball, and he instantly felt an immense burning sensation and excruciating pain. The energy seemed to be extremely corrosive, dissolving the ancient ghost's body almost instantly.

He tried to struggle and scream, but the water-like energy had already penetrated every inch of his skin and every bone. In just a few seconds, the ancient ghost's body was completely dissolved, leaving no trace.

In the hall, the other demon cult members stood still, not daring to move, their eyes filled with fear. No one dared to speak. The oppressive feeling in the air made everyone hold their breath, fearing that if they were not careful, they would suffer the same fate as the ancient ghost.

The black-robed leader remained at his perch, like a cold-blooded god who saw through everything, his eyes expressionless. He whispered, "Check out that Lin Chang'an; he seems like a troublemaker." His voice remained steady, yet it carried like an invisible command, conveying it to everyone present.

"Yes, leader." One of the demon sect's men nodded quickly, turned around and left, and began to make arrangements to track down Lin Changan's whereabouts.

The black-robed leader remained silent, as if lost in some deep thought. His eyes, hidden within his black robe, gleamed coldly, as if brewing a greater storm.

-

In the study of Qinglong Sect leader Hua Yingxiong, Lin Changan was sitting at his desk, carefully reading some information about the Demon Sect. Light footsteps were heard outside the door, and then Hua Yingxiong walked into the room.

"Lin Changan, come here." Hua Yingxiong said in a calm and serious tone.

Lin Changan looked up and saw Hua Yingxiong's serious expression. He immediately put down the information in his hand and stood up: "Sect Master, what's the matter?"

Hua Yingxiong's eyes were deep. He pondered for a moment before slowly speaking, "Recently, the power of the Demon Cult has become extremely rampant, almost threatening the entire Central Plains. Many disciples sent out by the Qinglong Sect have been injured, and Shen Tian and others will need some time to recover. But the Demon Cult's conspiracy has not been curbed. We can't just stay indoors and wait for the Demon Cult to attack."