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

Lin Changan was slightly stunned. Looking at Bing Zhentian in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little curious. He sat casually aside, his expression indifferent: "City Lord Yan, please speak frankly."

Bing Zhentian spoke slowly, a hint of tentativeness in his tone, "I have a humble request. You saved Wang Yi, and Bingyan is deeply grateful for your kindness." He paused, his eyes flickering slightly, as if he was a little embarrassed. "I would like to entrust my daughter to you. For her future, I naturally hope to have a deeper connection with you, Holy Son."

Lin Changan frowned slightly after hearing this, but his tone remained calm: "City Lord Yan, I appreciate your kindness. But I am devoted to cultivation and I am afraid I cannot take on such a heavy responsibility."

A flicker of surprise flashed across Bing Zhentian's eyes; he had clearly not expected Lin Chang'an to refuse. He knew full well that Bing Yan had been a beautiful and intelligent woman in the city since she was young. Although she had countless suitors within the city, he had never considered letting his daughter marry anyone else. However, at this moment, his daughter's future was indeed closely tied to the powerful Lin Chang'an.

"Son, Bingyan is my most cherished daughter. If you find her pleasing, I am willing to serve you." Bing Zhentian lowered his head helplessly, his tone becoming more serious. "If you truly cultivate, you will indeed have no time to care about these matters. But my Bingyan is no less than others. The children of aristocratic families are eager to have her. If you are willing to accept her, I will definitely give her a better future."

Lin Chang'an was silent for a moment, his heart trembling, but he remained silent. He didn't easily accept requests from anyone, especially when it came to matters like marriage, which affected two people's lives. Finally, he gently waved his hand, "City Lord Yan, I really don't want my cultivation to get involved in too many personal matters. I have great respect for Bingyan, but I still cannot accept your request."

Bing Zhentian frowned, obviously dissatisfied, but he did not continue to force it. Instead, he took out some items from the box next to him and slowly placed them on the table.

"In that case, if the Holy Son doesn't want to, I won't force him." Bing Zhentian's tone softened a lot. "But please don't refuse these. As a small token of my appreciation, you can choose."

Lin Chang'an looked at the items on the table, which included several extremely valuable spiritual artifacts, elixirs, and array instruments, but he showed no interest. Just as he was about to refuse, a black scroll suddenly caught his eye. The scroll exuded a strange aura, seemingly connected to certain rumors about the Demon Cult.

The system prompt sounded at this moment: "Found clues related to the Demon Cult, do you want to check it out?"

Lin Chang'an frowned slightly, his gaze fixed on the scroll once more. His intuition told him that it might hold some valuable information. Although he had originally planned to refrain from further involvement with the Demonic Cult, given the opportunity before him, he decided to seize the item.

"I choose this scroll." Lin Changan said calmly, as if he had already made a decision.

Bing Zhentian had clearly not expected Lin Chang'an to choose this item. He had assumed the scroll was just some useless display item, but he hadn't expected Lin Chang'an to choose it. Despite his doubts, he still agreed. "Since the Holy Son has chosen it, I'll give it to you."

Lin Chang'an listened quietly to Bing Zhentian's recollections, a trace of deep thought flashing in his eyes. He knew that behind this scroll, there was a secret related to the Demonic Cult, and Bing Zhentian's mention of the "Immortal Village" aroused his interest.

"Where is this Undead Village you mentioned?" Lin Changan continued to ask, his eyes fixed on Bing Zhentian. "Since you've been there before, you should know some clues."

Bing Zhentian lowered his head in thought for a moment, as if recalling the events of the past. His brow furrowed slightly, clearly confused. "Immortal Village... I have only vague memories of that place. Decades ago, when I was still young, I followed the sect on a mission. I got lost and stumbled into that village by mistake." He paused, as if recalling the situation. "The people in the village were friendly, but also a bit mysterious. Later, I helped a few people in the village out of sheer passion, and they gave me this scroll." He then looked at Lin Changan, a hint of helplessness. "As for the exact location, I really can't remember. I just remember it was southwest of the Nansha Region, quite far from the city."

"Southwest direction..." Lin Chang'an muttered in a low voice. He had already made a judgment in his mind. The southwest area of ​​Nansha Region seemed to be a place where few people went, and such mysterious places often hid unknown secrets.

"You once said that place was very dangerous. What exactly is the danger?" Lin Changan asked, with a gleam of curiosity in his eyes.

Bing Zhentian's expression suddenly grew serious, and he whispered a warning, "That Undead Village isn't as simple as it appears. The atmosphere in the village is always heavy and unsettling. Especially on certain nights, the villagers seem to be controlled by something and behave strangely." He paused, his expression growing increasingly gloomy. "Not to mention those unusual talismans and relics. Some say that the village hides ancient taboos involving untouchable powers. Therefore, I advise you not to go there in person."

Lin Chang'an nodded slightly. He wasn't in a rush to leave, but rather wanted to gather as much information as possible to avoid acting impulsively. "Thank you, City Lord Yan, for your reminder." He pondered for a moment, then asked, "What do you think of the relationship between Xu Rong and the Demon Cult? How do you plan to deal with her?"

Bing Zhentian's expression grew complex. He clearly hadn't fully anticipated Lin Chang'an's question. He took a deep breath, a hint of pain in his eyes. "Xu Rong... she's my wife. Although I've always known she was hiding something, the affairs of the Demon Cult are far too profound." A hint of resignation lingered in his voice. "I don't want to believe she's ever colluded with the Demon Cult, but judging by her actions, I'm afraid she's been coerced by them. I'm furious about the current situation, but there's nothing I can do."

Lin Changan listened quietly, sensing the struggle and pain in Bing Zhentian's words. He didn't rush to interrupt, but chose to wait silently for Bing Zhentian to continue speaking.

Bing Zhentian's voice was low and slow. "I have decided to temporarily confine Xu Rong to prevent her from endangering the City Lord's Mansion again. As for how to deal with her, I will make plans after I have figured out the relationship between the Demon Cult and her."

After hearing these words, Lin Changan had already made a judgment in his heart. Although Bing Zhentian was outwardly indignant about Xu Rong's behavior, his hesitant attitude showed that he had not completely let go of his feelings for his wife, which made Lin Changan think more about this matter.

At this time, Bing Zhentian looked at Lin Changan again, his eyes full of gratitude. "Son, thank you for resolving Xu Rong's matter for me, and thank you for saving Wang Yi. I know you don't care about these political intrigues, but your every word and action in the city affects the future of our Yancheng." He bowed deeply, "If there is anything I, Bing Zhentian, can help you with, please feel free to ask."