Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

Chapter 406 Return to the Bai Clan?

Bai Zihan slowly pushed aside the curtain of his tent.

The moment he stepped out, a faint chill brushed against his skin.

The distant roars of Demonic Beasts still echoed faintly from the far frontlines, reminding everyone that the war had not ended.

His body protested the movement.

He had yet to fully recover from the backlash of using Heaven's Mandate Reversal Technique.

But well, he could at least walk properly without needing to be princess-carried.

Bai Zihan took a breath and began to walk.

He wandered through the outer sections of the encampment-where ordinary disciples, independent cultivators, and sect members gathered.

Some were resting. Others were treating wounds. Some sat in silence, staring blankly at bloodstained weapons.

Everyone was talking about today's battle.

The terrifying strength of the Half-Qilin. The appearance of the Saint-Grade Sword in Bai Ren's hand.

And the death of three Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elders by Bai Zihan. And more.

However, as they saw Bai Zihan walking, the conversations died mid-sentence. A group of disciples paused while applying bandages, eyes widening. An elder who had been instructing juniors fell silent. One by one, heads turned. "That's him... Bai Zihan!" "The one who killed three Great Ascension Demonic Elders..." "Is he really at the Spirit Severing Realm like us?"

The moment they saw Bai Zihan, they began talking about his feats. When his gaze swept toward them, they subconsciously bowed in respect.

It was clear that after today's battle, no one would treat Bai Zihan as a junior despite being a teenager.

He was a youth.

Barely an adult.

His face still carried traces of immaturity, his figure lean rather than imposing. Yet no one dared treat him as a junior anymore.

Because today, Bai Zihan had done something that many here-cultivators who had lived for centuries-could not.

Three Great Ascension Demonic Cultivators!

Killed by him alone.

That feat alone was enough for anyone to respect Bai Zihan on the level of a top sect or clan leader.

Bai Zihan continued walking, his steps unhurried.

Eyes followed him wherever he went.

Some were filled with awe, some with reverence, and others with emotions far more complicated.

But one thing was clear-no one dared treat him casually anymore.

Even cultivators at the Spirit Severing Realm, who were technically his peers in cultivation, felt an instinctive urge to lower their heads when his gaze swept past them.

Strength spoke louder than age.

And Bai Zihan's strength had already crossed a threshold.

Just as he passed a cluster of tents, a familiar figure hurried toward him. "Young Master!"

The voice was crisp, respectful, yet tinged with urgency.

Bai Zihan turned his head.

Bai Lumei was approaching at a brisk pace.

The leader of the group which Bai Zihan was supposed to be a part of.

She stopped a few paces away and bowed deeply. ז' 1

Had "Young Master," Bai Lumei said without hesitation, "the Grand Elders wish to speak with you."

Bai Zihan raised an eyebrow slightly. (The Grand Elders?)

He nodded calmly. *** "I heard you all called for me?"

Bai Zihan said as he entered.

Inside sat the Bai Clan's Grand Elders-figures who usually carried an air of gravity so heavy it made even elders from other clans cautious.

Yet the instant they saw Bai Zihan, their expressions changed. "Haha! Our prodigy is here!" "Zihan'er! How are you feeling? Are your injuries stable?" "Come, come, sit down. Don't just stand there!"

Before he could even respond properly, he was already being ushered to a seat, several elders surrounding him like anxious family members who had not seen their grandson in years. "Let me see your pulse." "No, no, you're too rough-let me do it." "Your meridians-hmm, strained, but recovering well. Excellent constitution!"

Spiritual senses swept over him carefully and respectfully. There was no force, no probing arrogance-only concern.

Bai Zihan sat quietly, allowing them to examine him.

Their expressions gradually eased. "The backlash is severe," Bai Yui said gravely, "but the damage is already healing.

With proper rest, it won't leave lasting scars."

Only then did they finally step back.

Bai Zihan let out a slow breath. "I'm fine!"

After things finally settled, Bai Zihan straightened slightly and looked around. "So," he asked calmly, "why did you call for me?"

The laughter faded.

The Grand Elders exchanged glances.

Their expressions grew more serious-not grim, but resolute.

Finally, Bai Ren stepped forward.

His smile faded, replaced by a steady, thoughtful gaze. "Bai Zihan," Bai Ren said slowly, "you should return to the Bai Clan."

The words hung in the air.

Bai Zihan's eyes narrowed just slightly. "Return?"

Bai Zihan repeated. That was not what he expected.

Bai Ren nodded once, his expression firm. "We have discussed this with the elders-and with your father," he said slowly. "After careful consideration, we believe it would be best for you to return to the Bai Clan."

Bai Zihan fell silent. "Why?"

Bai Zihan asked calmly, though deep down, he already knew the answer.

Bai Ren looked at him steadily. "Because your talent far surpasses what we initially believed," he said without hesitation. "And it's no longer only us who have realized this."

The elders around them nodded in agreement, their gazes heavy with concern. "Today's battle made it clear," Bai Ren continued. "Those accursed Demonic

Cultivators are already targeting you specifically."

Bai Zihan's eyes darkened slightly. "It was three Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elders this time," Bai Ren said, his voice lowering. "Next time... it could be an Immortal Realm Demonic Cultivator."

Bai Zihan listened, though he still wasn't going to agree. After all, where else could he farm System Points? After spending them on

Heaven's Mandate Reversal Technique, he only had 30,000 System Points left.

He would need to earn more points when he could. He absolutely couldn't leave this battlefield where points were practically lying around. "Do you think that's an exaggeration?"

Bai Chu added grimly. "A teenager killing three Great Ascension Demonic Elders alone-if you were a

Demonic Cultivator, would you allow such a threat to grow?"

Bai Ren's gaze sharpened. "And it's not just the Demonic Cultivators."

He continued. "You know very well that those bastards from the Li Clan and Zhao Clan have never stopped looking for an opportunity to kill you," Bai Ren said. "Today, they already proved that they're willing to help those Demonic Cultivators if it meant killing you. Protecting you is harder when enemies and allies alike are holding us back."

The Grand Elders' expressions hardened. "If something were to happen to you here-whether by Demonic Cultivators or any other reason-the Bai Clan would lose far more than a single genius."

Bai Ren took a step forward. "So we decided," he said firmly, "that it is best for you to return." "You've already gained battlefield experience," Bai Ren continued. "More than most cultivators your age could ever dream of."

He was already capable of killing enemies at the same realm as if it were nothing. Even those in the Void Refinement Realm were nothing more than opponents who could breathe a few seconds longer.

He was even able to kill those two major realms higher than himself. Everyone could agree that Bai Zihan didn't need any more experience than this. "And your talent..." Bai Ren paused, eyes filled with conviction, "is far too valuable to be wasted dying on this battlefield."

Moreover, they all agreed that Bai Zihan's life was worth more than the outcome of this battle.

As long as Bai Zihan survived, it was guaranteed that the Bai Clan would rise higher than anyone.

Bai Zihan lowered his gaze.

He knew they were right.

But knowing did not make him change his mind.

It didn't matter whether the danger was high or low-so long as he could earn points, survival would be easier in the future.

If the Grand Elders knew that, they wouldn't suggest this. But they didn't.

Then Bai Zihan finally spoke, his voice calm but edged with steel. "You're afraid I'll die."

No one denied it.

Bai Ren met his eyes squarely. "Yes," he said. "Because if you die here, the Bai Clan will lose its future."

Bai Zihan exhaled slowly. "I understand your concerns," Bai Zihan said calmly. "And I know you're all saying this for my sake." The Grand Elders exchanged glances, thinking Bai Zihan was going to agree. "But," Bai Zihan continued, lifting his gaze, "I won't die."

The words were spoken plainly.

Not arrogantly.

Not recklessly.

But with absolute confidence.

Several elders frowned immediately. "Zihan'er-"

Bai Chu began. "I know what you want to say," Bai Zihan said, raising a hand.

The gesture was gentle, yet it stopped them cold.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Bai Zihan looked around the tent, meeting each elder's gaze in turn. "You're worried about the Demonic Cultivators. About the Li Clan. About the

Zhao Clan," he said evenly. "You're afraid that next time, you won't be able to protect me like today."" "That fear isn't wrong" "But your conclusion is." The elders stiffened.

Before anyone could argue, Bai Zihan spoke again. "Before we continue," he said, "you all saw the sword technique I used, didn't you?"

The Grand Elders paused.

Then, one by one, they nodded.

There was no way anyone could forget it.

The sword light that tore through the battlefield.

The oppressive aura that seemed to suppress heaven and earth alike.

Bai Ren's eyes flickered.

If he were honest, that technique had shaken him deeply.

He thought that if he had known the same technique Bai Zihan used, he would have been able to slay that Half-Qilin.

Bai Zihan looked at him. "What do you think of that technique?" He asked.

The Grand Elders exchanged glances again. "Very powerful!" "The strongest sword technique I've seen in my life."

Bai Zihan's lips curved faintly. "Of course it is," he said. "It is a Saint-Grade Technique!"