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

She sensed an undeniable aura from Lin Chang'an, yet in her eyes, his cultivation didn't seem as powerful as rumored. A Jindan realm cultivator...if that were the case, why would he display such extraordinary abilities? Her doubts grew stronger.

Unable to contain her resentment, Bingyan quietly walked to the bedside, a cold look in her eyes. She thought of taking advantage of Lin Chang'an's closed eyes to calm his breathing and quietly strike him, teaching him a lesson to relieve her frustration. Her hand gently reached for her waist, ready to pull out a dagger from its hiding place.

However, just as she stretched out her hand, Lin Changan sensed her movements. He opened his eyes slightly, a sneer on his face. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Bingyan's heart trembled, and before she could react, she was completely suppressed by Lin Chang'an's aura, unable to move. She was completely bound in the air, unable to move an inch. Although Lin Chang'an's cultivation was at the Golden Core Realm, his aura and methods were so overwhelming that she could not resist.

"You..." Bingyan's face turned pale, her heart filled with shock and shame. She had never expected that she would be subdued by a Jindan-level cultivator, and unable to resist at all.

Lin Changan, still sitting by the bed, glanced coldly at Bingyan. "Think carefully before you act on what you want to do." His tone was calm, yet it carried a commanding authority that brooked no resistance.

Although Bingyan was restrained, a flicker of resentment flickered in her eyes. She realized that her earlier underestimation and impulsiveness had been a mistake. Not wanting to show weakness at this moment, she paused for a moment before whispering, "I... didn't do anything."

"Oh?" Lin Chang'an smiled softly, his energy slightly subsiding. Bingyan felt her body regain its freedom. However, the anger and shame in her heart caused a blush to appear on her face. She lowered her head in resentment, not daring to look Lin Chang'an in the eye again.

"Golden Core Realm cultivation..." Bingyan thought to herself. This Lin Chang'an was indeed only at the Golden Core Realm. Why could he display such a powerful aura? What was he hiding? Bingyan's confusion and doubts intensified.

Bingyan said nothing more, but turned and walked out of the room, her mind heavy with worry. She knew Lin Chang'an was more than he seemed. This man must have a hidden secret. She decided to share her concerns with her father, Bing Zhentian, hoping they would reveal some clues.

Late at night, Bingyan quietly came to Bing Zhentian's study, gently opened the door, and whispered, "Father, I need to tell you something."

Bing Zhentian was looking through documents at his desk. When he heard his daughter's voice, he looked up at her. "What's the matter?"

Bingyan walked to the table and lowered her voice, "I've discovered something unusual. That Lin Chang'an, although he appears to be only a Jindan-level cultivator, his behavior and aura make me a little suspicious. I suspect he might be pretending to be more powerful than he actually is."

Bing Zhentian frowned and put down the scroll in his hand, "Do you suspect him?"

Bingyan nodded. "Yes, I secretly observed him and found that although he was at the Jindan realm, he was able to easily control me. Moreover, his aura and reaction were completely inconsistent. I'm afraid he is not that simple."

Bing Zhentian was silent for a moment, as if thinking about something. "What are you going to do?"

Bingyan's eyes flashed with determination. "I don't think we can let this go on any longer. I plan to send a few experts from the city to ambush him and see what he has up his sleeve. We must find out his true identity."

Bing Zhentian nodded and said, "Well, since you think so, then send someone to test it. But remember, be careful and don't reveal your whereabouts."

Bingyan smiled slightly, with a hint of coldness in her heart, "Don't worry, I will be careful. When the time comes, his true colors will be revealed."

Just as Bingyan turned around to leave, Bingzhentian suddenly spoke: "It's better to be cautious. Even if he is a hidden master, we can't let our guard down."

Bingyan nodded slightly, secretly remembering her father's warning. She left the study with her own plan, secretly resolving that she would never let Lin Changan go.

The next morning, Bing Zhentian had just woken up when he heard a commotion outside. As he hurried to the door, the sight before him shocked him—several tightly bound assassins were dumped outside the City Lord's Mansion. Their faces were pale, their mouths sealed with cloth, clearly showing signs of considerable torture.

"This...what is going on?" Bing Zhentian frowned, feeling an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

The city gate guard hurried forward and whispered, "Mayor, these people were found last night. They were obviously left there by Lin Chang'an. They don't have any injuries on their bodies, but they were all tied up and left in front of the gate."

Bing Zhentian's brow furrowed even further. His previous disdain and suspicion were gone, and instead he was filled with awe. Last night, he had planned to send experts to deal with Lin Changan, but now, seeing the tragic state of these assassins, an overwhelming sense of fear rose in his heart.

"Bring these people in." Bing Zhentian said with a serious tone and a flash in his eyes.

Soon, several assassins were escorted into the City Lord's Mansion, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness. Bing Zhentian stepped forward and asked coldly, "Who sent you here? Did your master give you the order?!"

One of the killers twitched his mouth slightly, obviously not daring to speak.

Bing Zhentian sneered and ordered them to be tied up one by one, preparing to interrogate them strictly. However, he knew in his heart that such low-level threats would not be able to shake Lin Chang'an's will. He hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to give it a try. To avoid causing Lin Chang'an's dissatisfaction, he decided to use these people as scapegoats and hand them over to him for punishment.

A few days later, Bing Zhentian came to Lin Chang'an's bedroom with several prisoners and said respectfully: "Holy Son, I have arranged for you what happened last night. Those killers have been tied up and are waiting for your decision." As he spoke, he gestured to the tied prisoners to kneel down, his eyes full of awe.

Lin Changan glanced at them and chuckled, "In that case, let them build houses for the people. A hundred lashes and some hard labor will be considered an explanation to me." He said it lightly, but it was full of an air of urgency that could not be resisted.

Bing Zhentian was shocked, then nodded and said, "Yes, yes. Saint Son, you are absolutely right. I will immediately arrange for them to build houses for the people."