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

Bingyan's face darkened even more after hearing this. She lowered her head, feeling powerless. However, she raised her head again, her voice trembling, "Father, please don't blame Mother. She really didn't mean it."

At this moment, the servant who was in charge of escorting Xu Rong suddenly rushed in from outside, his face full of panic, "City Lord, this is bad! Madam... Madam wants to commit suicide!"

Bing Zhentian's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately rushed out of the house, followed closely by everyone. When they ran to the courtyard, they saw Xu Rong leaning against the wall weakly, her breath was weak, her face was pale, and her lips were black. She had obviously been poisoned, and blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth. Her condition was extremely critical.

Bing Zhentian rushed forward anxiously, calling Xu Rong's name: "Xu Rong! You can't do this!"

Lin Changan followed closely behind, standing aside. Seeing Xu Rong's condition rapidly deteriorating, he took out the Qi Gathering Pill from his storage bag without hesitation and quickly handed it to Bing Zhentian: "Give her this."

Bing Zhentian hesitated for a moment, but as he watched Xu Rong's eyes gradually dim, pain and anger intertwined in his heart. He quickly put the Qi Gathering Pill into Xu Rong's mouth and whispered, "You must not leave like this!"

In less than a moment, Xu Rong's breathing gradually stabilized, her complexion also recovered, her originally pale face began to regain some color, and her eyes slowly opened.

"Xu Rong, you...you're awake?" Bing Zhentian's voice trembled. He looked at Xu Rong with eyes filled with complex emotions: guilt, heartache, and a hint of peace.

Xu Rong slowly opened her eyes and saw Bing Zhentian and Lin Changan beside her. Her throat moved slightly before she finally uttered a weak voice: "I... I'm fine..."

Bing Zhentian breathed a sigh of relief, but still looked at Xu Rong worriedly: "What's wrong with you? Why did you become like this? Tell me, what exactly happened?"

The atmosphere within the City Lord's Mansion was tense. Although Xu Rong's condition had temporarily improved, Bing Zhentian remained deeply concerned. Xu Rong hung her head, feeling downcast, and Bing Zhentian felt a heavy weight weighing on his heart. The pain of betrayal could not be easily erased. He looked at Xu Rong, a hint of weakness and resignation in his eyes, but ultimately he had her taken back to her room for a good rest.

Just as everyone was breathing a sigh of relief, Wang Yi suddenly began to show signs of illness again. His face gradually paled, and everyone realized he had been poisoned by some extremely dangerous poison. Bing Zhentian hurriedly ordered someone to bring him up, but Wang Yi suddenly collapsed, fainting. The scene instantly descended into chaos.

"Wang Yi!" Bing Zhentian rushed over and tried to support him, but found that Wang Yi's body was cold and his breath was weak. Xu Rong saw this and a trace of panic appeared in her eyes, but she lowered her head in shame and could not say anything.

"Is this the poison of the Demon Cult?" Lin Changan's words broke the silence.

Bing Zhentian's eyes shone, and he turned to look at Lin Changan, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, "Holy Son, can you heal me?"

Lin Changan smiled faintly, his tone neither hurried nor slow: "The poison of the Demon Cult is indeed complicated, but it is not unsolvable." He paused, "If I can save him and cure him, I hope to leave."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the room. Bingyan hurriedly said, "Brother Lin, no, you can't leave like this..." Her eyes were full of worry and reluctance, but she knew that she was powerless to change anything.

Lin Chang'an looked at Bingyan, his eyes showing no sign of hesitation, and said calmly: "This is my only condition." Then, he signaled for someone to take Wang Yi to another room.

He had already decided in his heart that no matter how the situation developed, he would only go his own way. After all, the demonic cult was becoming more and more powerful, and he couldn't stand still because of a small obstacle.

As Wang Yi was carried into the room, Lin Chang'an took out a Baijie Pill from the system space, gently blew away the fine dust on it, and handed it to Bing Zhentian, "Let him take this pill first." There was no hesitation in his tone, as if this was the simplest thing.

Bing Zhentian took the pill and nervously fed it to Wang Yi. Wang Yi's body trembled slightly after swallowing the medicine. Bing Zhentian immediately ordered someone to prepare a bed in the room to ensure Wang Yi could rest. Lin Changan then calmly began to treat Wang Yi.

He took out the silver needles from his bosom. They gleamed in the light, as if imbued with some magical power. Following a deep voice, Lin Changan sat cross-legged, his spiritual energy gathering, and the silver needles swiftly penetrated Wang Yi's acupuncture points.

"His body has been deeply eroded by the toxins, and he needs time to recover." Lin Chang'an muttered to himself, but the others could clearly hear him. As time passed, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly solemn. Wang Yi's condition was critical, and every minute and every second depended on his survival.

Several hours passed, and Lin Chang'an finally began to remove the needles. As the last needle was pulled out, Wang Yi's expression finally changed, his pale face gradually regaining some color. He suddenly began to cough violently, a large mouthful of black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his expression became clear.

Bing Zhentian was overwhelmed with joy and gratitude when he saw this scene. "Son, you truly saved my cousin! How can I ever repay you?"

Wang Yi had barely recovered by this time. His eyes were filled with gratitude. He knelt down in front of Lin Changan and said excitedly, "Thank you so much for saving my life, Holy Son! If it weren't for you, I'm afraid..."

Lin Changan nodded, a hint of calmness flashing in his eyes. "I saved you only to stop the evil cult's harm, but if you want to be grateful, you must return to the right path and never have any contact with those dark forces again."

Wang Yi quickly lowered his head, "Don't worry, Holy Son. I will definitely serve you and swear to never associate with the Demon Cult again!"

Bing Zhentian also stepped forward at this time, and said sincerely, "Son, if you have any further requests, Bing Zhentian will do his best to fulfill them."

Lin Changan smiled calmly and waved his hand, "No need to be so polite, I just did what was convenient for me. Now, the evil cult's conspiracy has not yet ended, everyone needs to be more careful."

He glanced at the people in the room, his eyes gradually becoming colder: "As for me, I just want to get away from all this as soon as possible and find a solution as soon as possible."

Bing Zhentian looked at Lin Chang'an, his eyes flickering with complex emotions. He had long heard of Lin Chang'an's abilities, knowing that he possessed not only medical skills but also a powerful cultivation base. Now, seeing Lin Chang'an save Wang Yi, he felt a surge of awe. Although Lin Chang'an didn't express much emotion, his every move and every word revealed an unfathomable demeanor.

"Son, since you were able to save my cousin, I, Bing Zhentian, am extremely grateful." Bing Zhentian's voice was low, as if he was speaking with great caution, "But I came to you today for another matter."