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

The atmosphere in the City Lord's Mansion lobby was a bit tense. Lin Chang'an, though plainly dressed and handsome, exuded an air of dignity that could not be ignored. As he entered the hall, City Lord Liu Jingtian and several officials appeared polite and attentive. However, Bingyan, standing nearby, glanced at Lin Chang'an with a hint of disdain in her eyes.

Bingyan raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly unfazed by Lin Changan's plain attire. She said casually, "City Lord, the visitor is actually just an ordinary disciple. I wonder what he wants from you." There was a hint of contempt in her voice. "Since he's here, perhaps you should give him some spirit stones so he can go back and practice, so he doesn't waste time."

She casually took out a few spirit stones and threw them at Lin Changan, with a look of contempt barely concealed. She obviously didn't think Lin Changan could bring her any practical benefits.

Lin Chang'an gave her a cold look and didn't take the spirit stones. Instead, he waved his hand, and the spirit stones were stored directly in his system space. His eyes remained calm, as if he had never seen the spirit stones. "Waste is shameful," he said calmly, then sat down in the main seat without any concern, facing the city lord Bing Zhentian directly.

Bingyan's face turned ugly in an instant. She did not expect Lin Changan to be so direct. A hint of annoyance appeared on her face. She wanted to refute, but was stopped by her father Bing Zhentian with a look.

Bing Zhentian's face didn't show much surprise. He looked at Lin Changan calmly and sneered, "It seems this young master has a bit of a temper, which is rare." He sat down, his tone slightly dissatisfied, "In that case, if you have anything to say, why not tell me directly."

Lin Chang'an remained seated, his expression impassive. He wasn't in a rush to answer, but instead glanced at Bingyan with a calm expression, as if her presence wasn't worth noting at all. Then he spoke slowly, "I've already wiped out the Demon Cult. Now you can find someone to clean up the mess."

Bingyan was stunned, and a burst of stunned laughter instantly echoed through the hall. Bingzhentian and several officials couldn't help but chuckle, clearly not believing Lin Changan's words. Bingyan sneered, "Humph, what a joke! How dare an ordinary disciple claim to have wiped out the Demon Cult? I'm afraid you're mistaken. The Demon Cult's strength is beyond your reach."

Lin Chang'an raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression unchanged. He said calmly, "If you don't believe me, then just treat it as nonsense." He didn't offer any further explanation, as if it wasn't worth arguing about. For him, the destruction of the Demon Cult was not only a victory, but also the most direct response to everyone else.

Bing Zhentian's laughter gradually faded, and his gaze towards Lin Chang'an became somewhat complicated, though he still didn't express much surprise. "If that's the case, young master, you do have some skills. However, the Demon Cult's affairs are far from over, and the people of this city are in a state of panic. I'm afraid your efforts to eliminate the Demon Cult may not immediately bring peace to these people." His tone was tentative, clearly trying to gauge Lin Chang'an's true strength.

Lin Chang'an didn't rush to answer, but instead turned and looked around. "If we don't clean up the mess, won't we leave remnants of the Demon Cult?" He smiled calmly, his tone carrying a hint of unquestionable authority. "It's time for you to clean up your mess."

The air was instantly filled with a sense of oppression. Bingyan frowned slightly, feeling somewhat unhappy, but she remained silent. She looked at Lin Changan's cold aura and suddenly felt a little hesitant to look down on him. Even though he was just an "ordinary disciple," she didn't dare to take him lightly at this moment.

The atmosphere in the hall grew tense, with both City Lord Bing Zhentian and Bing Yan looking unhappy. Bing Yan's patience had finally reached its limit, and seeing Lin Chang'an's disdainful expression, a surge of anger rose within her.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you be so arrogant in front of my father!" Bingyan said coldly, her tone filled with disdain and contempt. "You're just an ordinary disciple, yet you dare to challenge our patience? You're really courting death!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she moved, swiftly lunging at Lin Chang'an. Her arms crossed, her body swift and powerful, like a beast pouncing on its prey. Her eyes gleamed with anger and contempt, clearly ready to teach this young man, who had displeased her, a lesson.

However, Lin Chang'an remained calm, his eyes unwavering. He watched Bingyan swoop in. With a flick of his finger, he retrieved a talisman from his system's space. With a casual wave of his hand, the talisman instantly ignited a red glow in the air. That glow, like an invisible net, instantly immobilized Bingyan.

Bingyan felt an irresistible force emanating from the talisman, and she was instantly fixed in place, unable to move. Her eyes turned angry and startled, her heart filled with shock and resentment.

"You... you dare!" Bingyan shouted angrily, her voice full of disbelief.

Lin Chang'an shook his head slightly, a sneer curling up at the corner of his mouth. "Weren't you very confident just now? Why are you so silent all of a sudden?" His voice was cold and sardonic. "It's just a cover for a demonic cult. How dare people like you act so arrogantly in front of me?"

Bingyan's expression changed, her fury intensifying, clearly irritated by Lin Chang'an's sarcastic remarks. She struggled desperately, but found no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't escape the talisman's restraints. Her expression shifted from anger to shame, then gradually to embarrassment.

"You! You!" Bingyan finally couldn't help but explode. "You're just a mere disciple, yet you dare insult me ​​like this! I will never let you go!"

Lin Changan smiled faintly, seemingly unconcerned with Bingyan's threats. He looked at her calmly, his tone steady, "What's the threat from your demonic sect worth? If you have the ability, just do it yourself. There's no need to embarrass yourself by sending a bunch of minions out to embarrass yourself."

Every word he said made Bingyan's anger more difficult to control, and the other people in the hall also lowered their heads silently, not daring to look directly into Lin Changan's eyes.

Seeing Bingyan still struggling, Lin Changan calmly waved his hand again. The talisman flickered slightly, and Bingyan's body completely stilled, as if frozen in place. Her anger and shame turned into helplessness, and a trace of humiliation flashed in her eyes.

Bing Zhentian looked at Lin Changan with some surprise. Although he still didn't quite believe this young man could do such a thing, his doubts had already begun to creep in. Seeing his daughter's embarrassment, his expression changed slightly. After a moment's silence, he finally said, "You really have some skills."

Lin Chang'an didn't respond, but simply smiled faintly at Bingyan, seemingly savoring his victory. He swept his gaze across the hall and said coldly, "Do you still want to continue mocking me? However, since you're so keen, why not try it yourself?"