Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

Chapter 417 Toward the Great Wilderness

At first, Bai Zihan thought he had heard wrong.

Luo Qing was kidnapped.

That was what his father had said.

The words passed through his ears, yet failed to settle in his mind-like mist dispersing before it could take shape.

Luo Qing?

He sat there calmly, posture relaxed, expression unchanged. He thought that shouldn't be right.

Why would Demonic Cultivators, after invading the strongest clan, take a simple mortal?

Even if it were meant as a threat, he didn't think Demonic Cultivators would be stupid enough to do so.

"...You're sure?"

The question left his mouth without weight.

Inside, his thoughts were already moving elsewhere, dismissing it as something he had misheard.

Demonic Cultivators would never waste effort on something so meaningless. Then Bai Tianheng confirmed it.

"Luo Qing."

Something stopped.

Not violently. Not suddenly.

It simply... halted.

For the briefest instant, Bai Zihan's mind went blank.

Luo Qing!

Not just a maid.

His maid.

No-

That wasn't right.

She had been there when he was still a child with uncontrollable moods, when servants avoided him like a curse, when elders shook their heads and said nothing.

She was the one left behind with him.

Not because she was loyal.

But because no one else wanted the job.

And because he hadn't fired or killed her.

Whenever his temper flared, others would retreat. Luo Qing stayed because she was his personal maid.

Apart from Bai Zihan's parents, she was the one who had been with him the longest.

One might even call her his childhood friend-though obviously, Bai Zihan never saw anyone as his equal, so he didn't have friends before, and even now.

But perhaps she was the one who came closest to being one.

"...She was kidnapped."

The words settled at last.

And something inside him cracked.

No.

That wasn't accurate.

Something broke.

The world around him dimmed, as if color itself recoiled. The tent, the people,

the battlefield beyond-it all became distant.

A single thought rose, sharp and absolute.

(Those dirty bastards...)

His fingers curled slowly.

They dared.

They dared lay hands on her?

The pressure erupted before he even realized he was standing.

BOOM.

His aura exploded outward, no longer restrained, no longer controlled.

Killing intent-pure, murderous, ancient-flooded the tent like a collapsing sky. The ground groaned.

The air screamed. Disciples outside fell to their knees as if struck by divine punishment.

Bai Zihan didn't see them.

Didn't care about anything else.

His vision burned crimson.

"How dare they?"

The words left his throat low and hoarse.

Then louder.

"HOW DARE THEY?!"

The restraint he had cultivated for years shattered completely.

"They're courting death."

While furious, his mind never stopped thinking.

Demonic Cultivators!!

Since the culprits were Demonic Cultivators, then there was only one place

that might hold the answer to what he wanted.

Where is Luo Qing?

Bai Zihan lifted his gaze toward the distant Great Wilderness.

Whoosh!

Bai Zihan vanished.

The instant his gaze locked onto the Great Wilderness, his figure tore through

the tent's entrance like a blade unsheathed.

The ground cracked where he had stood, Qi exploding outward in a violent

wake.

BOOM-

The encampment erupted into chaos.

"What was that?!"

"Enemy attack?!"

"Battle formation-move!"

Disciples poured out of tents, elders rose into the air, defensive arrays flared

instinctively.

Many thought a hidden Demonic Expert had infiltrated the camp.

Then they saw him.

A lone figure streaking across the sky, killing intent rolling off him like an ocean

tide.

"...That's Young Master Bai."

"What's going on?"

"Damn-who angered him?"

Murmurs spread rapidly as cultivators stared upward, expressions shifting from

alarm to disbelief.

Behind Bai Zihan, another figure surged forward-steady, powerful,

unmistakable.

Bai Tianheng!

The Patriarch of the Bai Clan followed closely, his aura released to its fullest as

he chased after his son.

Seeing the two of them, some disciples exchanged strange looks.

"...Is the Young Master trying to challenge his father for the position?"

"Hah-don't joke. Who would dare provoke Bai Tianheng like that?" "Still... look at that killing intent. I've never seen Young Master Bai like this."

Some laughed nervously. Some swallowed hard.

But not a single person moved to intervene.

No one was foolish enough to place themselves between Bai Zihan and

whatever had driven him into this state.

In the sky, Bai Tianheng tried to speak.

"Zihan-!"

The wind swallowed his voice.

He accelerated, appearing beside his son, reaching out-

"Zihan'er, calm yourself!"

No response.

Bai Zihan's eyes were locked forward, pupils sharp and burning, his aura

roaring like an unchained beast.

He neither slowed nor acknowledged his father's presence.

Bai Tianheng knew that look.

This wasn't anger that could be reasoned with.

He had already made his decision.

If Bai Zihan continued like this-charging straight into the Great Wilderness

alone-then the consequences would be catastrophic.

Demonic Cultivators were cruel by nature.

Mó Zun was no ordinary enemy.

And in this state, Bai Zihan would not retreat.

This is bad.

Bai Tianheng gritted his teeth.

"Grand Elder!"

A third figure surged forward, his presence calm yet overwhelming, cutting

through the turbulent Qi with effortless authority.

Bai Tianheng had already anticipated this scenario-one where Bai Zihan might

react like this and need to be stopped.

Unfortunately-or perhaps fortunately-he was self-aware enough to know that his own strength wouldn't be enough.

That was why Bai Ren had been called.

Bai Ren had been following all along, silent until now.

Bai Tianheng didn't hesitate.

"Please stop him."

No further explanation was needed.

Bai Ren nodded once.

The next instant, space seemed to compress. He vanished-

And reappeared directly in front of Bai Zihan.

Blocking his path.

Bai Zihan's killing intent crashed into him like a tidal wave.

Bai Ren did not move.

He raised one hand and placed it firmly on Bai Zihan's shoulder.

The pressure shook the heavens.

"Bai Zihan," Bai Ren said, his voice low yet carrying absolute authority.

"Enough!"

Bai Ren's hand was like a wall.

The moment it landed on Bai Zihan's shoulder, the raging Qi around him was crushed downward, forcibly compressed by overwhelming strength.

Immortal Ascension Realm pressure descended.

Bai Zihan's body shuddered mid-flight.

For the first time since his outburst, he was forcibly stopped.

His eyes snapped sideways.

"Move!"

The word was cold and absolute.

It was not a request.

It was a command.

Bai Ren didn't even blink.

Instead, a faint grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Heh," he chuckled softly. "Try me, you brat!"

The pressure intensified.

Bai Zihan's bones creaked. His muscles screamed under the sudden

suppression.

To anyone else, this would have been the end-forced back to reason, crushed

by a realm they had no right to resist.

But Bai Zihan's eyes burned brighter.

His Qi surged-not chaotically, but violently ordered, like a blade being reforged mid-strike.

His voice dropped to a whisper.

"Heaven's Mandate Reversal."

BOOM-!

The world shuddered.

Bai Zihan's aura exploded outward, no longer restrained by the Spirit Severing Realm.

His cultivation surged violently, breaking through invisible shackles in an instant.

Peak Spirit Severing-

Void Refinement-

Great Ascension Realm!

Bai Ren's eyes widened.

"What-?!"

РАН!

Bai Zihan shook off Bai Ren's hand as if it were nothing more than a nuisance.

He surged forward, putting several hundred meters between them in the blink of an eye.

Then Bai Zihan drew his sword from his storage ring.

With a single, decisive slash, he cut downward.

RIIIP-!

Space itself split apart.

A dark rift tore open before him, its edges warping violently as chaotic spatial currents spilled outward.

It was a feat reserved for Void Refinement Realm experts and above.

Bai Zihan stepped into the rift without hesitation.

He was gone.

For a single heartbeat, the heavens were silent.

Then Bai Ren burst into laughter.

"Hahaha-!"

But there was no amusement in it.

Only shock.

He vanished instantly, chasing after Bai Zihan, while simultaneously sending out

a powerful transmission.

"Grand Elders, please follow me! Bai Zihan is in danger"

Behind them, Bai Tianheng finally caught up, his expression dark and furious.

"Why didn't you stop him?!"

He snapped, forgetting all decorum as he shouted at Bai Ren mid-flight.

Bai Ren didn't slow.

"Because if I used any more power," he replied grimly, "I might have seriously harmed him."

Bai Tianheng realized that Bai Ren was correct.

Bai Ren had already used Immortal Ascension Realm pressure against someone in the Spirit Severing Realm-which should normally have injured them.

Yet even so, Bai Zihan still managed to escape.

Bai Ren exhaled sharply, eyes fixed on the figure tearing space apart ahead of

them.

"Who would have thought even that wouldn't be enough?"

He shook his head, unsure whether to curse... or laugh.

"What a monster!"

Bai Tianheng followed in silence.

He couldn't blame Bai Ren.

He had taken care not to harm Bai Zihan-and that restraint was precisely why

Bai Zihan had escaped.

More than that, Bai Tianheng didn't know what to feel about Bai Zihan's

outburst over Luo Qing's kidnapping.

He had thought his son cared for no one.

And yet-here they were.

Ahead of them, Bai Zihan cut through space once more.

His destination was clear.

The Great Wilderness.

And whoever stood between him and Luo Qing-

Would die!