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

He had heard of the Azure Dragon Sect's Saint Son, Shen Tian, ​​but he had never heard of a Saint Son named Lin. This young man was not only powerful enough to intimidate him, but the aura he exuded filled him with an indescribable unease.

"Holy Son?" Bing Zhentian muttered to himself, thinking, "Shen Tian is the Holy Son, but what is the identity of this Lin Changan? How can the Holy Son of the Qinglong Sect be so young?"

He suppressed his doubts and turned to have his men investigate Lin Chang'an's background, thinking to himself that he must find out the origins of this young man. Otherwise, how could he dare to deal with him casually? He was afraid that he would face an even greater disaster in the next moment.

At this time, Bingyan walked into the hall and cried out, "Father, he...he made me a slave..."

Bing Zhentian was stunned, looking at his daughter's helpless appearance, feeling a little sorry. He felt sorry for Bingyan, but in this situation, he could only suppress his emotions and sighed, "My dear daughter, since this matter has been settled, let's try to gain some benefits from it. Don't worry, I will send someone to investigate Lin Changan's identity later."

Bingyan nodded gently, bewildered. She had never imagined that her once-proud family and father would become pawns in someone else's control. She had never experienced such humiliation, and the feeling of being constrained was unbearable.

Bing Zhentian turned and looked outside, his eyes flickering with unease. He wondered why, despite being the city lord, he felt so powerless facing this young man. Lin Chang'an's strength was beyond his comprehension, and his fear grew stronger.

He hurriedly sent his men to find out Lin Chang'an's true identity, and at the same time ordered all his subordinates to be more vigilant to prevent any accidents.

The next day, the informant returned with a report that stunned Bing Zhentian. The report stated that the demonic cult's disciples had been expelled from the city, and that Lin Chang'an, seemingly an enemy of the cult, had completely eliminated any remaining members. The report didn't reveal any further details about Lin Chang'an's background, which only deepened Bing Zhentian's suspicions.

"This Lin Chang'an is becoming more and more confusing." Bing Zhentian sighed and became secretly alert, realizing that he might not be able to simply understand the situation before him.

"It seems that I must find out his background as soon as possible. Only in this way can I know how to deal with it." Bing Zhentian has made up his mind and decided to speed up his actions and give this young man some due "respect", but at the same time remain cautious and not rashly make an enemy of him.

Lin Chang'an sat on his bed, eyes closed, his body slightly fatigued. Yesterday's battle had drained him of energy, and today everything seemed even more complicated. Although the situation in Yancheng had calmed down for the time being, he still felt uneasy. The shadow of the Demon Cult loomed over the city, and he had to find the leader of the Demon Cult as soon as possible to complete the system's mission.

He stood up, intending to take a bath and relax. Then he turned to look at Bingyan and said coldly, "Go get me some water."

A hint of displeasure flashed across Bingyan's eyes, but she remained silent. As the city lord's daughter, she was naturally privileged and had never done such rough labor. She felt a little resentful, but she also knew that if she continued to resist, she would only bring trouble upon herself. She suppressed her dissatisfaction and replied coldly, "Yes."

Bingyan left the bedroom, still pondering Lin Chang'an's orders, a hint of impatience etched on her face. Although she held herself in high esteem, in this situation, she had to obey his orders. Grabbing the bucket, she secretly decided to teach Lin Chang'an a lesson later.

She quietly scooped water from the well, thinking that since Lin Chang'an didn't know how to respect her, she would let him taste the inappropriate treatment. Bingyan deliberately made the water icy, thinking that even if Lin Chang'an felt uncomfortable, he would not be able to resist her.

Bingyan returned to the room, put the bucket down, and stepped aside as if nothing had happened. She glanced at Lin Changan, feeling increasingly unhappy. But to her surprise, Lin Changan didn't show any dissatisfaction. He simply walked over to the bucket and looked down, seemingly unconcerned about the water's temperature.

Lin Chang'an retrieved a talisman from the system space and casually dropped it into the water. Immediately, a warm aura suddenly emanated from above the surface. The water temperature suddenly rose, becoming mild and pleasant. Bingyan secretly observed all this, feeling both surprised and puzzled, wondering what Lin Chang'an had done.

Lin Chang'an ignored Bingyan's reaction and walked straight into the bathroom. Steam billowed from the bathroom, warm vapor wafting outward, and a relaxing scent filled the air. Bingyan stood outside the door, watching from afar, her heart filled with confusion. She had completely unprepared for this bizarre change.

"How...is this possible?" she muttered to herself, unable to conceal her shock. She had clearly just deliberately given Lin Changan some ice water, so how could the water temperature suddenly become so comfortable?

Lin Changan finished his shower, changed his clothes, and prepared to lie down on the bed to rest for a while. The atmosphere in the room was quiet and comfortable. The only thing that broke the silence was the notification sound from the system.

[System task update: Eliminate the leader of the demon cult.]

Lin Changan frowned slightly, looking at the system prompt, feeling a little irritated. There had been no clear clues about the Demon Cult leader's whereabouts, so what should he do now?

He turned his head and looked at Bingyan who was standing beside him, and asked softly, "Do you know where the leader of the Demon Cult is?"

Bingyan was stunned, her alertness rising instantly. Although she didn't want to answer the question, she still spoke unconsciously: "Why are you asking about the leader of the Demon Cult? The leader has been hiding very deeply, and no one knows where he is."

Lin Changan's eyes remained calm, seemingly unaffected by her answer. "You really don't know?" He asked with a hint of doubt.

Bingyan pursed her lips, feeling conflicted. She knew that matters concerning the Demon Cult couldn't be spoken casually, but her fear at the moment made her unconsciously reveal the truth: "The Demon Cult leader... he usually hides somewhere outside the city. No one has ever seen him in person."

Lin Chang'an raised his brow slightly, seeming a little surprised. The fact that the Demon Cult leader was hiding so deeply made him feel even more troubled.

Lin Chang'an sat quietly beside his bed, eyes closed, breathing in, recovering from his fatigue. The atmosphere in the room was peaceful and tranquil, with only the faint sound of the night breeze brushing against the window lattice. The system's task reminders made him a little irritated, but he knew that the leader of the demonic cult remained an unresolved problem.

Bingyan stood aside with a complicated expression, and her heart was in turmoil.