Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

Chapter 714: Demonic Cultivator Ran Juechen

Far away from the Bai Clan—

Within the hidden territory controlled by the Demonic Cultivators, the atmosphere was far from peaceful.

Ever since the Demonic Cultivators had launched their invasion on the Desolate Heaven Empire and suffered a devastating defeat, their lives had changed completely.

They had been forced into hiding.

And the reason was simple.

Mo Zun was afraid of the Bai Clan, well that is what most Demonic Cultivators thought.

Of course, none of the Demonic Cultivators had dared to openly say those words.

After all, Mo Zun was their leader.

He was the strongest Demonic Cultivator in the Desolate Heaven Empire.

However, as time passed, the dissatisfaction among the Demonic Cultivators continued to grow.

Years ago, Mo Zun had personally fought Bai Zihan.

And although Mo Zun had ultimately won that battle, he had nearly lost his life.

That battle had left a deep impression on him.

Bai Zihan had been much weaker than Mo Zun at the time.

Yet despite the difference in their cultivation, Bai Zihan had still managed to push him to the brink of death.

To avoid retaliation from the Bai Clan, Mo Zun had made a decision.

The Demonic Cultivators would hide and wait.

All Demonic Cultivators were forbidden from causing trouble and were ordered to remain within their territory until further notice from Mo Zun.

At first, the Demonic Cultivators could tolerate it.

One week?

No problem!

One month?

They could endure it.

Even one year?

They could force themselves to remain patient.

After all, their lives were more important, and they still feared Mo Zun’s strength.

However, anything longer than that?

That was beginning to push them to their limits.

Demonic Cultivators were not known for their patience.

They loved freedom.

They acted as they pleased.

They did not like restrictions.

And they especially did not like taking orders, even from their superiors.

After all, one of the reasons many of them had become Demonic Cultivators—apart from gaining strength more quickly—was because they no longer wanted to restrain themselves.

They wanted to do whatever they pleased.

Now, however, they were being forced to hide like rats.

The dissatisfaction among them continued to grow.

And gradually, some people began saying things that would have been unimaginable in the past.

"Mo Zun is a coward!"

Inside a dimly lit tavern, a voice suddenly echoed.

The entire tavern immediately became silent.

Several Demonic Cultivators turned toward the speaker.

A muscular man sat at a table.

His face was filled with anger.

A cup of wine was held in his hand.

"How long are we supposed to continue hiding?"

No one immediately answered.

The man raised the cup to his mouth and took a large drink.

However—

The moment the wine entered his mouth—

His expression immediately became even uglier.

"Bah!"

He spat the wine onto the ground.

Then—

Crack!

The cup shattered in his hand.

The surrounding Demonic Cultivators were startled.

The man stood up.

"This garbage is what we have to drink now!"

His expression was filled with anger.

"I’ve had enough of this shitty wine!"

A Demonic Cultivator sitting nearby sighed helplessly.

"Ran Juechen! At least you have something to drink."

He looked at the shattered cup.

"Some people don’t even have that."

Ran Juechen immediately turned toward him.

His anger only increased.

"Is this what we have become?"

His gaze swept across the tavern.

"We are mighty Demonic Cultivators!"

His voice gradually became louder.

"Yet now, we are forced to hide in these miserable places like a bunch of rats!"

The surrounding Demonic Cultivators gradually became silent.

Many of them had similar thoughts.

They had simply never dared to say them openly because they feared Mo Zun’s strength.

Now that someone else was saying it, their dissatisfaction could no longer be concealed.

Ran Juechen clenched his fists.

"I’ve had enough!"

His voice echoed throughout the tavern.

"I’m no longer going to listen to Mo Zun’s nonsense!"

The expressions of several people immediately changed.

However, before anyone could stop him—

Ran Juechen continued.

"If he’s scared..."

A contemptuous expression appeared on his face.

"Then he can continue hiding!"

His eyes flashed with a fierce light.

"But I won’t!"

Ran Juechen suddenly stepped forward.

"I will leave this godforsaken place!"

His voice echoed throughout the tavern.

"And I’ll do whatever I please!"

Then—

"Well said!"

A voice suddenly echoed.

Ran Juechen turned around.

Another Demonic Cultivator stood up.

A smile appeared on his face.

"I’ve been thinking the same thing."

Another person nodded.

"Why are we hiding?"

"That’s right!"

More voices gradually appeared.

"Are we really supposed to remain here forever? What’s the difference between this and rotting in a prison?"

"Mo Zun might be afraid of the Bai Clan, but that doesn’t mean we have to be!"

The atmosphere inside the tavern immediately changed.

Ran Juechen’s expression became increasingly smug.

He raised his head.

Seeing so many people supporting him only made him more confident.

"Exactly!"

He slammed his palm against the table.

Boom!

The entire table shattered.

The surrounding Demonic Cultivators immediately looked toward him.

Ran Juechen sneered.

"Why should we be afraid?"

His voice was filled with arrogance.

"With our strength, much less the Bai Clan—"

A fierce light flashed within his eyes.

"Even the entire Desolate Heaven Empire would tremble before us!"

"Well said!"

"Hahaha!"

Several Demonic Cultivators immediately began cheering.

"Brother Ran, we’ll support you!"

"That’s right! We’ve got your back!"

Ran Juechen’s smile widened.

He could feel the excitement spreading throughout the tavern.

For years, they had been forced to suppress themselves.

Now, someone had finally openly challenged Mo Zun’s orders.

The atmosphere gradually became heated.

Ran Juechen raised his head proudly.

His expression was filled with confidence.

Then, a powerful aura slowly emerged from his body.

Boom!

The surrounding tables immediately trembled.

Several Demonic Cultivators widened their eyes.

"What?!"

Ran Juechen laughed.

"Hahaha!"

A powerful pressure swept through the tavern.

"Since all of you are so supportive..."

He slowly spread his arms.

"I’ll tell you something."

His aura continued rising.

The surrounding Demonic Cultivators immediately felt their expressions change.

"This aura..."

One person swallowed.

"No way..."

Ran Juechen smiled arrogantly.

"My cultivation has finally broken through."

Boom!

His aura erupted completely.

An overwhelming pressure swept through the entire tavern.

"Peak Earth Immortal Realm!"

Silence!

The next moment, the entire tavern exploded into excitement.

"Peak Earth Immortal?!"

"He actually reached the Peak Earth Immortal Realm! The same realm as Mo Zun!"

"Hahaha! No wonder he isn’t afraid of Mo Zun!"

The surrounding Demonic Cultivators immediately became even more excited.

An Earth Immortal was already an extremely powerful existence.

And a Peak Earth Immortal was an existence standing near the very top of the Desolate Heaven Empire.

Ran Juechen looked around smugly.

He enjoyed the shocked expressions on everyone’s faces.

"Now do you understand?"

Ran Juechen’s eyes flashed with arrogance.

He sneered.

"Why should I listen to Mo Zun?"

His gaze swept across the excited Demonic Cultivators.

"That old man has clearly lost his mind."

The surrounding Demonic Cultivators immediately became silent.

However, their eyes gradually began to burn with excitement.

Ran Juechen continued.

"He has forced us to hide like rats because he is afraid of the Bai Clan."

"He has completely lost the courage that a leader of the Demonic Cultivators should possess."

His voice gradually became louder.

Ran Juechen raised his head.

A powerful aura continued radiating from his body.

"Therefore..."

His eyes flashed.

"I think it’s time for someone else to take the throne."

Silence!

The next moment, the entire tavern erupted.

"That’s right!"

"Brother Ran should become our leader!"

"Mo Zun is no longer worthy of leading us!"

Excited voices echoed throughout the tavern.

Ran Juechen’s smile widened.

Then, he slowly raised his hand.

The surrounding Demonic Cultivators gradually became quiet.

Ran Juechen looked at everyone.

"It’s time for me to take the throne."

His voice echoed throughout the tavern.

"And lead the way for us Demonic Cultivators!"

Boom!!!

The atmosphere immediately exploded.

"Brother Ran should become our new leader!"

"Mo Zun lost his edge long ago!"

Countless Demonic Cultivators began roaring in agreement.

They had been forced to remain hidden.

Forced to live cautiously.

For Demonic Cultivators who had always lived according to their desires—

Such a life was unbearable.

And now, someone had finally stood up.

Someone powerful enough to challenge Mo Zun.

A Peak Earth Immortal!

With Ran Juechen’s current cultivation, he was no weaker than Mo Zun.

Naturally, many Demonic Cultivators immediately became excited.

The thought of overthrowing Mo Zun no longer seemed impossible.

Instead, it seemed inevitable.

The voices within the tavern grew louder and louder.

Everyone was ready to rebel.

However—

"Enough!"

Ran Juechen suddenly shouted.

His powerful voice echoed throughout the tavern.

The excited Demonic Cultivators immediately became silent.

Ran Juechen slowly raised his hand.

A confident smile appeared on his face.

"There is no need to become so excited."

His expression was calm.

"I am not an unreasonable person."

Several Demonic Cultivators revealed strange expressions.

Ran Juechen had just declared his intention to take Mo Zun’s position.

Yet now, he was claiming to be reasonable?

Ran Juechen continued.

"After all, Mo Zun has led the Demonic Cultivators for many years."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Therefore, I will give him a chance."

Everyone listened attentively.

Ran Juechen smiled.

"I will respectfully ask him to hand over his authority."

Several people nodded.

That seemed reasonable.

After all, Ran Juechen was now a Peak Earth Immortal.

There was no need to immediately fight.

If Mo Zun understood the situation and willingly stepped down, unnecessary bloodshed could be avoided.

However, Ran Juechen’s smile gradually became colder.

"But..."

A powerful aura flashed from his body.

"If he refuses..."

His eyes narrowed.

"Then I can only resort to force!"