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

He no longer dared to complain about Lin Changan. Instead, he felt that everything the hero did was quite majestic, and his awe of him deepened. He even began to reassess Lin Changan's identity, wondering if this man really was as profound as he thought.

Bingyan, however, wasn't satisfied with all this; she had a hidden agenda. Privately, she approached Bing Zhentian, a sweet smile playing on her lips as she whispered, "Father, that Lin Chang'an is truly a fine man. He's not only awe-inspiring, but also incredibly elegant. What do you think? How about... we take him in as our son-in-law?"

Bing Zhentian was stunned for a moment, then asked back: "What nonsense are you talking about? He is the Holy Son of the Qinglong Sect, how can he get married casually?" He frowned, although he did not agree, but looking at Bingyan's slightly coquettish expression, his heart was a little shaken.

Bingyan lowered her head and gently fiddled with her sleeves, her voice soft and gentle, "But father, although he is the Holy Son, he does not seem arrogant. I feel very safe with him. Moreover, his character and demeanor are very attractive to me."

Bing Zhentian was silent for a moment, and finally sighed, "Don't rush this matter for now, let's see how the situation develops first." Although he did not fully support it, his attitude towards Lin Changan had undergone a subtle change, and he no longer looked down on him as much as before.

Bingyan was secretly pleased to see her father's attitude soften. She knew that as long as she continued to persuade him in this humble manner, she would eventually pull Lin Chang'an into her arms.

When Lin Changan entered the restaurant, he saw the bustling scene in front of the door, and his mood couldn't help but relax a little. The bustling sounds inside the restaurant, the aroma of food, and the laughter of the guests all made him feel a long-lost sense of comfort.

He was dressed casually, with no particularly conspicuous markings on his body, looking somewhat out of place among the distinguished guests in the restaurant. When he reached the door, the waiter glanced at him, frowning slightly. Then, with a hint of impatience, he said, "Sir, the restaurant's tables are full. If you're just trying a few dishes, you can sit down."

Lin Changan didn't care. Instead, he took out a high-grade spirit stone from his pocket and casually threw it in front of the waiter. The waiter's eyes suddenly lit up, and a flattering smile immediately appeared on his face. He said respectfully, "Oh, it turns out you are an honored guest. Please make yourself at home. There is a vacant seat on the second floor. Let me show you the way!"

He cursed himself inwardly for his earlier imprudence, but on the surface, he tried to please Lin Chang'an as much as possible and led him upstairs. Lin Chang'an said nothing, but nodded slightly, his eyes scanning the surroundings before he sat down at a window seat. Outside the window was the bustling city streets, occasionally filled with bursts of noise, and the atmosphere was relaxed and comfortable.

The waiter handed the menu to Lin Changan and whispered, "Sir, our signature dishes are quite unique. If you don't know where to start, why not try our roasted whole lamb and Dongfeng white jade? I guarantee you'll have an unforgettable experience."

Lin Chang'an casually ordered a few signature dishes, and the waiter respectfully withdrew. Lin Chang'an picked up the teacup and took a sip of the fragrant tea, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. The tea seemed to dispel some of his fatigue, and he leaned back in his chair, relaxing.

At that moment, a table of guests downstairs was whispering something, and the topic caught Lin Chang'an's attention. He listened carefully and heard some discussion about the weapons shop in the city. "I heard that weapon shop has recently received a lot of rare weapons. It's really worth seeing. The owner is a seasoned craftsman with first-class skills, so business is naturally booming."

Lin Changan raised his eyebrows slightly, then put down his teacup and asked softly, "Where is that weapons shop?"

Upon hearing this, the waiter sitting in the corner immediately came over and replied with a friendly smile, "Sir, what you're looking for is the Thousand Hammer Shop. It's at the entrance of East Street, not far from this restaurant. If you're interested, you might want to stop by and take a look. They have a dazzling array of weapons there that's sure to amaze you."

Lin Changan already had a plan in mind. He nodded, took out some silver to pay the bill, got up and left the restaurant, walking in the direction the waiter indicated.

The street vendors on both sides were still bustling with activity. Lin Chang'an made his way through the crowd and arrived at the East Street entrance, where he found himself in front of a large weapons shop. A large plaque hung in front of the shop, inscribed in golden letters: "Thousand Hammers Shop," giving it a particularly imposing appearance. The iron gates swung open, revealing the scene within. A variety of weapons were displayed on shelves: rusted iron swords, sharp spears, and exquisite blades.

Lin Chang'an walked into the Thousand Hammers Shop and glanced around, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. The shop displayed a dazzling array of weapons; the exquisite swords and spears alone were a feast for the eyes. Each weapon gleamed with an impeccable luster, as if meticulously crafted countless times, the fruit of the artisan's painstaking efforts. To someone with a powerful system, these weapons might not seem like much, but Lin Chang'an couldn't help but be drawn to some of the pieces.

He quietly walked aside, picked up a heavy longsword, and examined it carefully for a moment. The sword was exquisitely crafted, the sharp blade gleaming with a cold light, and the handle was carved with intricate patterns. Although these weapons were not particularly important to him, they did attract him as collectibles.

"Isn't this sword good?" Just as Lin Chang'an was savoring it carefully, Bingyan suddenly appeared behind him quietly and said in a low voice.

Lin Changan smiled softly, put down his sword, and glanced at the other weapons in the store. Hearing Bingyan's words, he did not respond immediately, but nodded gently. Seeing this, Bingyan's face showed a hint of excitement, as if she felt that this time she could finally do something for the male protagonist.

"Son, how about I buy you one today?" Bingyan looked at Lin Changan, her tone filled with a hint of tentativeness and expectation. "Whichever one you like, I'll buy it for you."

Lin Chang'an frowned slightly after hearing this, feeling a bit hesitant. He didn't actually need these weapons; the system had enough resources to exchange for whatever he needed. Furthermore, Bingyan was the city lord's daughter, after all, so such a proposal made him feel a bit awkward. Finally, he shook his head, "No, I already have enough equipment. I don't need to buy these anymore."

However, his eyes swept across the display stand nearby and he spotted a small, exquisite crossbow. Its unique shape, slender bow, and almost invisible string made it a unique design. Lin Chang'an became intrigued by this hidden weapon and reached out to pick it up, finding it perfectly comfortable. He casually pulled the bowstring, and it vibrated slightly, seemingly remarkably sensitive.