Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 403 Carried Away by Force (Literally)

CLANG! CLANG!

The gaze of Mó Zūn shifted with slow deliberation.

His eyes fixed upon Bai Zihan.

The previous disbelief had vanished.

The momentary astonishment was gone.

In its place emerged something far more malevolent.

A murderous intent so potent it began to seep out of him involuntarily.

No longer was Bai Zihan merely a promising genius; he had evolved into a massive threat.

While only at the Spirit Severing Realm, he had successfully cut down three Great Ascension Demonic Elders.

(If he is permitted to continue his growth...)

Mó Zūn narrowed his eyes into thin slits.

It was a certainty that the boy would become a catastrophe that even he and the other Demonic Immortals might find impossible to suppress.

Mó Zūn reached a conclusion in that heartbeat.

Eliminating Bai Zihan was no longer just a choice.

It was an absolute necessity.

His saber emitted a low hum as Demonic Qi gathered beneath his feet, causing the local space to warp and distort.

Then—

He moved forward a single step.

The motion was nearly imperceptible.

However, Bai Chu detected it instantly.

"You think I won't see that?"

Bai Chu’s Sword intent erupted with absolute sharpness, slamming into Mó Zūn’s path like a physical wall.

The atmosphere shrieked as Bai Chu stepped out, shielding Bai Zihan by placing himself directly in front of Mó Zūn.

His face was frozen in an icy mask.

He no longer held back his killing intent.

"Where are you going?"

Bai Chu questioned with a freezing tone.

Mó Zūn came to a halt.

He slowly raised his eyes to meet Bai Chu’s stare.

(It seems this will not be a simple task.)

With Bai Chu obstructing him, reaching Bai Zihan was an impossibility.

***

Chu Ziyan wasted no time after administering the High-Grade Rank-6 Qi Recovery Pill.

Even though Qi was flowing back into Bai Zihan, it would take a significant duration for him to recover enough strength to stand.

This location was far too perilous.

"Everyone," she commanded swiftly, her voice remaining firm despite the chaos, "we are abandoning the battlefield. Now!"

The members of the Chu Clan complied without a second thought.

Bai Zihan had contributed more than his share; it was best for him to withdraw immediately.

"We will assist as well!"

Several cultivators at the Void Refinement Realm stepped forward to provide an escort for Bai Zihan.

Chu Ziyan acted first.

Leaning down, she hoisted him off the deck.

One arm hooked under his knees.

The other braced his back.

It was a textbook princess carry.

Bai Zihan’s mind went completely blank.

His head spun—not from his injuries, but from pure, unadulterated shame.

"W-What are you doing?!"

His voice cracked involuntarily, his face flushing deep red with embarrassment.

Regardless of his wounds...

Regardless of his fatigue...

This was utterly intolerable.

"Put me down—now!"

Bai Zihan barked with what little authority he could muster.

Chu Ziyan didn't even break her stride.

"You can barely stand," she replied evenly. "Stop struggling and making this difficult for me."

"Chu Ziyan, I demand that you put me down right here."

Bai Zihan commanded with a stern tone.

He was currently enduring the most humiliating moment of his entire life.

He attempted to thrash and break free from Chu Ziyan’s embrace; however, his limbs failed to respond no matter how hard he willed them.

His own body had turned against him.

Chu Ziyan tightened her hold slightly, paying no mind to his complaints.

"Looks like you have no choice."

Chu Ziyan remarked with a playful smirk.

Bai Zihan ground his teeth together. He had momentarily forgotten Chu Ziyan’s temperament.

The idea of her listening to him was laughable.

***

In the surrounding area, the Demonic Cultivators spotted Bai Zihan’s weakened state.

Their eyes gleamed with greed.

"He's wounded!"

"We can finish him off. He can't even move."

"Keke... the bounty for slaying Bai Zihan must be astronomical, right?"

Killing intent flared up from every side.

The Chu Clan members, including the Void Refinement experts, moved into position.

"Don't think killing Bai Zihan will be easy!"

The earth fractured beneath their weight.

Void Refinement pressure surged outward like a tidal wave.

Chu Ziyan did not linger.

"Move!"

The Chu Clan acted in unison.

Boom!

Shockwaves of pressure erupted as they established a tight defensive perimeter around Chu Ziyan and Bai Zihan.

Protective barriers flickered into existence, layering over one another like sheets of reinforced glass to shield the pair.

They began a rapid and calculated retreat.

Yet, the Demonic Cultivators refused to relent.

Not for a single second.

"They're escaping!"

"Block them!"

"Kill Bai Zihan—now!"

A frantic madness filled their eyes.

Even Nascent Soul cultivators threw themselves forward recklessly, ignoring the bone-crushing Void Refinement pressure that bore down on them.

Some coughed up blood as they forced their way through, their minds consumed by a singular desire to kill.

It didn't matter that Bai Zihan was heavily guarded.

It didn't matter that Void Refinement Elders stood in their path.

If they could take Bai Zihan's life here, any sacrifice was worth it.

Chu Ziyan’s gaze turned cold. It appeared the Demonic Cultivators were hell-bent on murdering her husband today.

She shifted her grip, pulling Bai Zihan closer as she increased her speed.

Whoosh!

Bai Zihan was acutely aware of everything.

The whistling wind.

The chaotic surges of Qi.

The roar of combat reigniting all around them.

And most agonizing of all—

The feeling of being cradled in her arms.

His face felt like it was on fire.

His hands balled into helpless fists against Chu Ziyan’s sleeve.

(I will remember this...!)

Furry and degradation boiled within his chest.

(Once I have recovered, I will slaughter every last one of you!)

Bai Zihan swore silently, glare fixed on the Demonic Cultivators.

He funneled all his rage toward them for the pathetic state he was in.

In reality, it was his own decision to trigger the Heaven’s Mandate Reversal Technique that led to this collapse.

But in his mind, if the Demonic Cultivators hadn't struck, there would have been no need to retreat—and certainly no need to be carried off the field.

Now, he was being princess-carried in plain sight of everyone.

Even if they weren't entirely to blame—

Bai Zihan blamed them anyway.

After all, that was simply the nature of his character.

Boom!

A Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivator burst through the smoke with crazed eyes, his blade sweeping toward Bai Zihan’s unguarded side.

"Die!"

Before the weapon could find its mark—

Slash!

A beam of frigid sword light zipped past Chu Ziyan’s shoulder.

The Demonic Cultivator’s head was severed instantly.

Crimson mist sprayed into the air.

"You dare try to touch our Young Master?"

An Elder of the Bai Clan at the Void Refinement Realm stepped forward, his expression like stone.

"Only over our dead bodies."

More reinforcements arrived.

Members of the Bai Clan joined the fray, assisting the Chu Clan as they cooperated to extract Bai Zihan.

"Advance as one!"

"Protect the rear!" "Suppress them!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Multiple layers of Void Refinement pressure stacked together, crushing the advancing Demonic Cultivators back.

Cultivators at the Soul Formation Realm and below were tossed aside like fallen leaves in a gale, their forms breaking mid-air.

Despite this—

More kept coming.

Unstoppable.

Obsessed.

Chu Ziyan gritted her teeth. "They are completely insane!"

The withdrawal persisted.

One step at a time, leaving a trail of blood on the earth behind them.

Finally, after what seemed like an age, the overwhelming pressure began to subside.

The Demonic Cultivators were driven back, frustrated and unable to pierce the combined defense of the Bai and Chu Clans.

Only then did Chu Ziyan reduce her pace.

Bai Zihan let out a sharp breath. Immediately, he spoke—

"Put me down!"

He made the demand again, though his voice was now calm.

Chu Ziyan halted.

She looked down at him.

"Can you actually stand?"

"...Barely," he answered through gritted teeth. "But this is far worse."

The corners of Chu Ziyan’s mouth curled slightly.

She carefully set him down, taking his weight until his feet found purchase on the ground.

Bai Zihan straightened up with great effort, forcing his back to be rigid despite the shaking in his legs.

His eyes scanned the battlefield they had just left.

"Did you truly hate being carried by me that much?"

Chu Ziyan inquired.

"So much that death might have been a better alternative,"

Bai Zihan answered without a moment's pause. "Hmph! Fine, next time I'll just leave you to die." "Thank you! That would be significantly better!"