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

Lin Chang'an's sword energy cut through the air like lightning, easily shattering Xue Ming's defense. The sword flashed, directly knocking Xue Ming's weapon away. Then he hit Xue Ming's chest with a palm, knocking him out heavily and falling heavily to the ground.

Xue Ming clutched his chest in pain, his face pale, completely devoid of his previous arrogance. He struggled to stand up, his eyes filled with anger and unwillingness, but he was powerless to resist.

Everyone around was stunned by this scene, lowering their heads and not daring to speak. Bingyan breathed a sigh of relief, a flicker of gratitude in her eyes, and her gaze towards Lin Changan softened.

Lin Changan glanced at Xue Ming who was lying on the ground, then turned to Bingyan and said, "Don't worry about him anymore. The Xue family is just a small force."

Bingyan felt relieved. She looked at Lin Changan, her eyes gleaming with gratitude and admiration. "Thank you, Brother Lin. If it weren't for you today, I really don't know what I would have done."

Lin Changan nodded slightly, his eyes swept over the crowd around him, and he said coldly: "Remember, if there are any ignorant people who come to cause trouble again in the future, tell me directly."

Bingyan lowered her head, feeling grateful but also a bit complicated. She knew Lin Chang'an was no ordinary figure, and today's battle had made it even clearer to her that the man before her was far more than just the Holy Son of the Azure Dragon Sect.

The items in the room were scattered and badly damaged, and everyone hurried to find a private room. Bing Hongbin apologized profusely, "I'm so sorry, Brother Lin. It's all my fault for not watching carefully. This has caused such unpleasantness." He looked at Lin Chang'an respectfully, his eyes filled with gratitude, and tried to pick up a batch of spirit stones from the table as a thank you gift. However, Lin Chang'an just smiled and refused, "You don't have to do this, Brother Bing. Martial arts matters cannot be measured by these things."

Seeing this, Bing Hongbin's heart warmed, and a trace of respect flashed in his eyes: "Brother Lin is indeed unique. If you need me, I, Bing Hongbin, will definitely serve you."

After a quick meal, everyone left the restaurant and returned to the City Lord's Mansion to rest. Lin Chang'an sat quietly in his room for a moment, about to rest, when he suddenly heard a notification from the system: "An elder of the Demon Cult leader has appeared in the south of Yancheng." He frowned slightly and stood up, saying, "I have a new target, and I must go there."

Bingyan walked in immediately and saw him about to go out. She hurried forward and said, "Brother Lin, I want to go too. If there is any danger, I can at least help a little."

Lin Changan was silent for a moment, looked at her, and finally nodded: "Since you insist, let's go forward together."

The two set off, walking along the streets towards the south of the city. Along the way, Bingyan was suddenly harassed by several low-level warriors, who used harsh language. Bingyan glared at them, ready to retaliate, but just then, Lin Changan had already struck, instantly subduing the harassers. The sound of bones cracking was heard, and several men fell to the ground, their screams barely audible before fading into the night air.

"Thank you, Brother Lin!" Bingyan looked at the men who fell to the ground, and gratitude welled up in her heart.

"No need." Lin Changan responded indifferently and continued to take her towards the south of the city.

Arriving in the south of the city, a dilapidated temple appeared before them. Lin Chang'an sensed a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy, and his alertness instantly rose. Bingyan frowned slightly and whispered, "This place doesn't look right. It doesn't seem like the work of a kind person."

Lin Changan nodded slightly, a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes: "Well, we don't have to pay attention to it, let's go."

However, just as they turned to leave, a powerful aura suddenly struck them. An old monk appeared before them, his face pale, his eyes bloodshot, and his aura erratic, clearly severely injured. The old monk, seemingly weak, suddenly erupted with a powerful aura and pounced upon the two men.

Bingyan was stunned, then suddenly realized something was wrong. She tried to stop him, but was grabbed by the other party. The old monk's hand exuded a cold aura. He sneered and said, "You want to leave? Do you think you can escape me?"

Lin Chang'an frowned. He could have easily defeated the old monk, but when he turned around and saw Bingyan being held hostage, he hesitated for a moment and felt a little reluctant.

Seeing his hesitation, the old monk smiled smugly. "Why? Is this woman so important to you? Could you bear to see her die in my hands?"

"Let her go!" Lin Chang'an finally shouted angrily, channeling his inner spiritual power and unleashing a powerful force that shook the heavens. The old monk was knocked back, but he quickly regained his composure and sneered, "If you dare to attack her, she'll be dead!"

Seeing Bingyan being tightly controlled by the old monk, Lin Changan felt anxious. Although he knew he could have solved the problem by taking action, his emotions were extremely complicated. Finally, he gently waved his hand, mobilizing all his strength to put pressure on the old monk.

At this moment, the old monk used up his last bit of strength and launched a desperate counterattack. Lin Chang'an barely managed to block the blow, but was also hit in the right arm. Blood instantly seeped through his sleeve, and Lin Chang'an's face changed slightly, but he remained steady and did not retreat a single step.

When Bingyan saw Lin Chang'an injured, her heart was shaken violently. She shouted in horror: "Brother Lin! You..." She was immediately heartbroken and quickly let go of the old monk and supported Lin Chang'an with one hand.

"It's okay." Lin Chang'an said in a low voice. He knew he could endure it, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, "This man... deserves to die."

After a fierce struggle, Lin Changan finally succeeded in subduing the old monk and knocked him to the ground. Bingyan's eyes were filled with gratitude. She looked at Lin Changan nervously: "Brother Lin, you are injured. I will find the best doctor to treat you immediately."

After returning to the City Lord's Mansion, Bingyan took Lin Chang'an to see the doctor of the City Lord's Mansion. Although the injury was not fatal, some blood and energy were lost, and the recovery time could not be underestimated.

Bingyan was extremely anxious and even asked her mother, the city lord's wife, to come forward and invite the best doctor to treat Lin Changan.

After some effort, his injuries were somewhat relieved, and Lin Chang'an rested for a while. Bingyan was in a complicated mood at this time, knowing that there might be some kind of tacit understanding between her and Lin Chang'an. She looked at Lin Chang'an with soft eyes and said, "Brother Lin, I know you were injured to save me. I...I want to marry you."

Lin Changan was stunned for a moment and shook his head slightly: "Bingyan, our relationship is far from that level."

Bingyan saw Lin Chang'an gently refuse, and a flicker of disappointment flashed in her eyes. She lowered her head, a faint sadness in her eyes, and her voice was a little pleading: "Brother Lin, I..." She hesitated, her heart filled with reluctance, but she also understood that her identity and status had never seemed to be truly equal.