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

Lin Chang'an looked at Murong Lingxue's calm and confident face, and he no longer had any hesitation. He said coldly, "Do you think I'll do anything for you and help you eliminate your rivals?" His tone was filled with contempt. "From the beginning, I had no intention of cooperating with you."

A subtle light flashed in Murong Lingxue's eyes. She didn't seem surprised by Lin Changan's refusal. Instead, she chuckled and said lightly: "You misunderstood. I don't care whether you agree or not. All I ask for is a deal." After that, she stopped talking, raised her hand slightly, and ordered the demon cult minions to come forward.

Seeing she didn't react immediately, Lin Chang'an's heart tightened, and he attacked immediately. He rushed forward like lightning, his sword flashing like a thunderbolt as it struck Murong Lingxue. Murong Lingxue saw the swiftness of Lin Chang'an's attack and deftly dodged it. A slight smile on her lips signaled the demonic sect disciples behind her to attack.

These demon sect disciples were clearly prepared, and they all rushed towards Lin Chang'an. A cold glint flashed in Lin Chang'an's eyes, and he swung his sword. Several nearby demon sect disciples were instantly swept away by the sword light and sent flying backwards. A bloody mist splattered everywhere, but the remaining disciples did not retreat. They surrounded Lin Chang'an fiercely and attacked him mercilessly.

These demonic sect disciples were stronger than those encountered yesterday. Clearly, Murong Lingxue had prepared, sending out more elite subordinates. Each of Lin Chang'an's attacks carried a deadly sword aura, but these demonic sect disciples fought tooth and nail, unleashing all manner of sorcery and poison in an attempt to break through Lin Chang'an's defenses.

Suddenly, several disciples of the Demon Sect pulled out red blood pills from their pockets and swallowed them without hesitation. Instantly, the entire hall was filled with a thick, bloody aura, thickening the air with a foul odor. Lin Chang'an frowned slightly, sensing the growing evil aura around him. The intense spiritual pressure was almost suffocating.

The demon sect disciples' aura surged, becoming even more violent. They no longer cared about any harm to their bodies and attacked with all their might. The power of the blood pills made them almost undead monsters. They brandished huge weapons and rushed towards Lin Changan frantically.

However, Lin Changan showed no sign of retreating. His gaze grew colder, and he said in a stern voice, "Since you're so reckless, let me see you off."

He pulled a talisman from the system space and gently grasped it in his hand. Then, he threw it into the air and, with a gentle incantation, flames ignited, spreading instantly. The entire hall suddenly became like a sea of ​​fire, raging in all directions, and the demonic sect disciples were instantly engulfed in flames. Although the power of the blood pills had made their bodies incredibly strong, they were still unable to withstand the intense flames.

Flames devoured them like ferocious beasts, and many of the demon sect disciples screamed and fell to the ground, instantly reduced to charcoal. The few who remained desperately tried to escape, but Lin Changan would not give them the chance. He displayed his Qinggong skills and swiftly pursued them, beheading the fleeing demon sect disciples one by one.

However, as the flames raged and the battle became increasingly clear, some members of the demonic sect attempted to capture the civilians and take them hostage. Lin Chang'an's eyes darkened, and without hesitation, he struck down those who attempted to use the civilians as shields. Blood splattered everywhere, screams rang out, and several civilians were rescued, each casting grateful glances at Lin Chang'an.

The flames gradually died down, and the remaining demon sect disciples were almost completely wiped out. Lin Chang'an stood in the ruins, his eyes as sharp as a cold blade. He turned his gaze to Murong Lingxue and said coldly, "Do you still want to continue?"

Murong Lingxue stood in the distance, her eyes flickering slightly. Her face showed no sign of panic, but instead a hint of admiration. "You're indeed quite capable. But do you think you can easily defeat the Demon Cult? You've only killed a few minions. The real battle is just beginning."

Lin Changan smiled calmly: "I don't need your reminder, I will solve it myself."

Murong Lingxue's smile faded slightly, and her gaze deepened. "In that case, I wish you good luck." Her words carried a threat that couldn't be ignored. "You'll find that the Devil Cult's secrets are more complicated than you imagined."

After saying that, Murong Lingxue turned around and gradually disappeared into the depths of the secret passage, leaving behind a dead silent hall.

Lin Chang'an stared at the direction Murong Lingxue had vanished, his heart still tense. He knew this turmoil was far from over. The demonic cult's power was clearly more complex than the immediate battle indicated. Murong Lingxue's words hinted at a more complex conspiracy. Although he didn't pursue her, he had no intention of stopping. Instead, he became even more vigilant.

He turned and immediately said to the people around him, "Hurry up and leave here and get to a safe place." The trapped people had been completely rescued, and their eyes were filled with gratitude towards Lin Chang'an. Lin Chang'an arranged for several survivors to take them out of the temple, while he continued to clean up the scene, ensuring that no trace of the demonic cult was missed.

In the center of the hall, Lin Chang'an's gaze swept over the dead demonic sect disciples, his eyes devoid of pity. He searched their bodies and found several tokens and talismans. These items looked ordinary, but they might be useful in future plans. Lin Chang'an stored them in his system space, preparing for future use.

At the same time, he had a new plan in mind. To facilitate future actions, he kept two sets of demonic cult clothing. One for the elders, one for the disciples. The texture and style of the clothes were very recognizable, but Lin Changan didn't intend to wear them directly, just to be prepared for use when needed. These clothes were also stored in the system space as a potential cover for his identity.

After finishing everything, Lin Chang'an left the temple and headed towards the City Lord's Mansion in Yancheng. He didn't look back the moment he left the temple. The Demon Cult's headquarters had been completely destroyed. While it seemed like a victory on the surface, he knew this was only the beginning.

The City Lord's Mansion in Yancheng was still magnificent and imposing. Lin Chang'an stepped inside and headed straight for the City Lord's Hall. It was daytime, and the entrance to the City Lord's Mansion was bustling with people. Guards stood in formation, and the city's dignitaries came and went. Lin Chang'an encountered no resistance; his status already gave him enough power and prestige to enter without a hitch.

He entered the hall and saw several officials discussing matters in the lobby of the City Lord's Mansion. When they saw Lin Chang'an come in, everyone's eyes turned to him, with a hint of surprise in their eyes.