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

Bingyan's face turned ashen. She knew that nothing she said now would save the situation. She could only grit her teeth and suppress her anger for the time being.

"Let me go!" Bingyan finally ordered in a low voice, her voice full of threats.

Lin Changan didn't care and let the spell dissipate, releasing Bingyan. Bingyan turned around angrily and said nothing more.

After watching this little incident end, he said calmly, "Since the real business is over, let's not waste any more time."

Lin Chang'an observed the silence within the City Lord's Mansion, his gaze cold and indifferent. He slowly raised the talisman in his hand and whispered a few words. Instantly, a gust of wind arose, the talisman ignited, and a raging fire erupted, quickly engulfing the entire City Lord's Mansion. The flames illuminated the sky crimson, and thick smoke billowed upward, as if doomsday had arrived.

Bing Zhentian watched his mansion reduced to ashes in the flames, his face pale with fear, his heartbeat accelerating. In that instant, he felt a sense of oppression he had never felt before, his eyes filled with fear and powerlessness. He had never imagined he would one day find himself in such a predicament. This young man was clearly not someone they could easily provoke.

"You...you..." Bing Zhentian trembled, his voice low and trembling, trying to save the situation with words, but Lin Changan glanced over and his words stopped abruptly.

Bingyan stood aside, her face pale, staring at the sea of ​​fire before her, her heart filled with fear and shame. She had always been so high and mighty in front of her father, but now she felt like a helpless child, tears streaming down her face. She had never imagined she would be so easily humiliated by a young stranger, and the humiliation she felt nearly overwhelmed her.

"You...why are you doing this!" Bingyan's voice was choked with sobs. While crying, her eyes were full of resentment and helplessness. She obviously could not accept her own and her father's failure.

Lin Chang'an looked at her calmly, his eyes devoid of any emotion. "Because your Demonic Cult is so arrogant, I must teach you the price you pay." His words were as cold as a blade, and Bingyan felt a chill run down her spine.

"You...you won't get anything by doing this! You will regret it!" Bingyan became more agitated. She tried to use threats to save her life, but in Lin Changan's eyes, her words were nothing but a powerless struggle.

"What can you threaten me with?" Lin Chang'an said in a cold voice. He looked at her coldly, his expression unwavering. "You're just a chess piece. Your father can't even protect a small city lord's mansion, and you dare to threaten me?"

Bingyan was so struck by Lin Changan's cruelty that she lost all courage to resist. She lowered her head, tears streaming down her face again, her heart filled with endless humiliation.

However, Bingyan changed her mind and suddenly whispered quickly: "Let me go, I... I can do anything for you." As she spoke, she raised her head and a strange light flashed in her eyes.

She walked slowly towards Lin Chang'an, her tone full of temptation and begging: "If you are willing to let me go, I can do anything for you, even become your woman... as long as you are willing." A subtle smile appeared on her face, obviously hoping to impress Lin Chang'an.

Lin Chang'an couldn't help but smile after hearing her words, but his eyes grew even colder. "What do you think you deserve?" He waved his hand gently, as if shooing away a fly, and replied coldly, "You're just a pawn of the Demon Cult. How can you be worthy of negotiating terms with me?"

Bingyan's expression suddenly changed, her heart filled with shame and indignation. Undeterred, she desperately hoped to find a glimmer of hope from Lin Changan. "You... haven't you heard of my beauty?" she asked with a hint of arrogance. "I can bring you many benefits. As long as you're willing... I'm willing to do anything for you."

However, Lin Changan just sneered and ignored her teasing. He didn't care about what she could offer.

Seeing this, Bingyan became more anxious, tears kept flowing down her face, and she began to beg weakly: "Please... let me go, please... I really can do a lot for you..." Her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, and her eyes were full of helplessness and humiliation.

Lin Chang'an sneered, "What do you think I need you for?" His words were devoid of emotion, as if Bingyan were merely an insignificant figure. "You're not even worthy enough to negotiate with me. If you wish to live, go and clean up the mess with your father. Don't even think about anything else."

Bingyan's tears fell like beads from a broken string. She finally realized that all her methods were completely ineffective in front of Lin Chang'an. Not only did she not get what she wanted, but she also lost her dignity and completely exposed her weakness and humility in front of him.

Bing Zhentian finally couldn't help but speak. He watched his mansion crumble in flames, his heart filled with anger and deep fear. "Please...please let my daughter go! I'll do anything! As long as you can let Bingyan go!"

Lin Chang'an stood before the ruins, his gaze coldly scanning the once-glorious City Lord's Mansion. The surroundings lay in shambles, the flames still raging, bringing deep fear to the city. Bingyan stood nearby, tears streaming down her face, her face pale. She knew she had no choice but to obey the orders of this mysterious man.

"What did you promise me to do?" Lin Changan's low voice broke the silence, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

Bingyan knelt on the ground, her tone full of helplessness and humiliation: "I am willing to be your slave until you leave Yancheng."

Her voice trembled, and her heart was filled with resentment, but she knew that if she didn't agree, she might not even have a chance to survive. Bingyan's heart was in turmoil. She knew that Lin Chang'an's identity was extraordinary, but she still hoped to preserve her last bit of dignity in this way.

Lin Chang'an glanced at her, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Very good, remember, I spared your life." After he said that, he waved his hand lightly, and Bingyan stood up, still with her head down, maintaining her fear of Lin Chang'an.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Just do what you should do." Lin Chang'an's tone was flat, but the oppressive feeling made Bingyan dare not refute again.

Bingyan nodded silently and completely let go of the pride in her heart. She didn't dare to resist anymore and could only accept the humiliation silently.

When Lin Chang'an turned to leave, Bingyan stood there, hesitant to speak, her heart filled with complicated emotions. But in the end, she didn't say anything, just lowered her head and watched him leave.

Inside the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, Bing Zhentian watched Lin Chang'an's back with a feeling of uneasiness. Although he had treated Lin Chang'an with respect just now, his heart was filled with doubts.