Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 409 Teaching the Grand Elders

[Martial Arts Enlightenment Card (Active) - 24 Hours Remaining!]

Bai Zihan activated the Martial Arts Enlightenment Card.

A sudden wave of clarity washed over him, sharpening his mind to an incredible degree.

In an instant, the core essence of various techniques became transparent to him as never before.

The Fate Severing Slash, a skill he had only partially mastered, now revealed every subtle mistake and flaw he had previously overlooked.

"Grand Elders, I shall demonstrate for you as well. Observe closely!"

Bai Zihan announced.

"Fate Severing Slash!"

He executed the move—this time with far greater efficiency and lethal precision, all while burning through a significantly smaller amount of Qi.

It was undeniably a superior version of the Fate Severing Slash compared to any of his prior attempts.

The Grand Elders watched with rapt attention; given their high cultivation and years of experience, the improvement was impossible to miss.

"It is even more potent than before."

"Is this the result of his breakthrough in cultivation?"

"I suspect not. It is more refined—sharper!"

Furthermore, they finally grasped the true complexity of the technique. Once again, they were profoundly moved by Bai Zihan—a youth capable of mastering such an intricate skill at his age.

A heavy silence settled over the desolate plains.

The radiant sword light faded away.

All that lingered was a faint, oppressive pressure—as if the fabric of reality itself had been scarred by the blade.

The Grand Elders remained frozen, their eyes wide with shock as they stared at the space where the Fate Severing Slash had just passed.

"So this is the true form of the strike..."

Bai Chu whispered to himself.

The faces of the Grand Elders were etched with pure amazement.

No!

Astonishment was too mild a word.

They had pushed themselves until their meridians throbbed and their spirits were exhausted.

And yet—

The display from Bai Zihan was fundamentally different.

It wasn't just a matter of being stronger or faster.

It existed on a completely different plane of existence.

Bai Zihan turned to face them once more.

Though his expression remained composed, almost detached, his gaze was piercingly clear.

"Now," he began, "shall I start by pointing out where your execution is failing?"

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The Grand Elders commenced their practice of the Fate Severing Technique.

Bai Zihan moved with fluid grace.

His shadow flickered, and he suddenly stood beside Bai Chu.

"Right here," Bai Zihan noted, using the tip of his sword to tap the earth lightly.

"Your intent is manifesting too early."

"...I understand," Bai Chu answered softly.

Before the words finished, Bai Zihan had already vanished.

Next, he materialized behind Bai Ren.

"You are relying too heavily on your Qi," Bai Zihan remarked coolly. "You are trying to force the technique."

Bai Ren let out a short snort.

"Old habits die hard."

"Then you must break them," was Bai Zihan's reply.

He performed a single movement—minimalist and devoid of any wasted energy.

The strike appeared ordinary.

However, the air in front of him rippled and distorted.

Bai Zihan shifted again.

He moved to Bai Ruhong, then to Bai Yui.

Each piece of advice was succinct and dead accurate.

Every Grand Elder felt an immediate flash of realization regarding their errors the moment Bai Zihan spoke.

Back and forth, Bai Zihan traversed the field.

Watching.

Correcting.

Training alongside them.

As the hours ticked by, the flashes of sword light across the plains began to transform.

They became cleaner.

More lethal.

More fluid.

The Grand Elders' Fate Severing Slashes were no longer erratic or strained.

Still—

A certain element was absent.

They could sense the void.

That vital spark—the final threshold where mere knowledge becomes the true power to sever Fate.

This was something that could not be taught through words alone.

Bai Zihan attempted to guide them, but the final leap of understanding rested on their shoulders.

Fortunately—they were Immortals.

With Bai Zihan’s direct guidance, reaching that final enlightenment was only a matter of time.

Bai Zihan did not limit himself to the Fate Severing Slash.

He knew the Martial Arts Enlightenment Card would be squandered if he only focused on a single art.

He also practiced the Eternal Flowing Water Sword and the Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword.

Occasionally, the Grand Elders would halt their own drills to watch in awe as Bai Zihan performed the Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword.

It was obvious to them—his command over the Bai Clan's signature technique had already surpassed their own, reaching a level that rivaled even Bai Chu.

"Zihan'er possesses not only a terrifying Cultivation speed, but his comprehension is even more formidable."

"It truly seems there is no obstacle capable of stopping Bai Zihan from reaching the summit."

Three pillars defined a cultivator's prowess:

The physical body. Cultivation. Comprehension.

To lack even one was to have a fatal flaw.

Some, like Lin Xuan, had deep comprehension but crawled in Cultivation speed.

Others possessed both Cultivation and comprehension but suffered from a weak physical form—like Bai Xueqing.

While Bai Xueqing wasn't truly frail, her physique simply couldn't keep pace with her other talents.

But what of Bai Zihan? His Cultivation and physical strength were beyond reproach—this was the same body that had endured a direct blow from Gou You.

And now, his comprehension had proven to be superior even to the Grand Elders.

They could not conceive of anything holding him back.

He was destined to ascend.

To rise above all others.

[Martial Arts Enlightenment Card (Active) - 5 Seconds Remaining!]

[Martial Arts Enlightenment Card (Active) - 4 Seconds Remaining!]

"Huuu..."

Bai Zihan exhaled a long breath.

The effects of the Martial Arts Enlightenment Card faded.

A full day had passed in a blur of teaching and honing the Fate Severing Slash.

Even without the card's expiration, he was reaching the limits of his endurance.

The Fate Severing Slash drained Qi at an alarming pace.

Nevertheless, thanks to his improved mastery and Cultivation, he could now discharge three strikes comfortably—perhaps even four.

After a day of constant demonstration, fatigue was only natural.

"System!"

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[Host Info]

Host: Bai Zihan

Age: 18

Cultivation Realm: Spirit Severing (Top)

Constitution: Supreme Dao Bone

Martial Arts:

Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword (Major Mastery)

Eternal Flowing Water Sword (Greater Mastery)

Fate Severing Slash (Greater Mastery)

Heaven's Mandate Reversal (Beginner Mastery)

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The Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword had leveled up, approaching the realm of Perfection.

The Eternal Flowing Water Sword had also ascended one level to Greater Mastery.

The Fate Severing Slash had jumped two levels, skyrocketing from Beginner to Greater Mastery.

This was the fruit of his labor in instructing the Grand Elders and focusing his efforts on that specific technique.

Had he divided his attention differently, his other skills might have progressed further.

However, the Fate Severing Slash was his most devastating offensive tool—he felt no regret.

He had also successfully initiated the Heaven's Mandate Reversal.

With the Enlightenment Card active, grasping its complexities had been trivial.

He now understood its constraints perfectly.

Given his current level, he could sustain a Top Void Refinement Realm state for nearly twenty minutes.

However, forcing his way into the Great Ascension Realm was capped at three minutes at most—even with a full Dantian of Qi.

The resulting backlash would inflict severe trauma upon his body.

He resolved not to use it unless the situation was dire.

He thought briefly about sharing the technique with the Grand Elders—

But he quickly dismissed it.

Their physical bodies simply lacked the resilience to survive the backlash.

With the Fate Severing Slash alone, they were already capable of slaying enemies above their own realm.

There was no reason to gamble their lives on such a high-risk technique.

The Grand Elders slowly sheathed their blades.

Bai Zihan gave a quiet sigh.

His work here was done.

He turned toward the Elders and offered a respectful cupped-fist salute.

"We shall conclude for today," Bai Zihan stated. "You require time to internalize these lessons. Pushing further now would be counterproductive."

The Grand Elders gazed at him with a mixture of emotions.

Thankfulness.

Awe.

And a lingering sense of disbelief.

Bai Chu let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head in wonder.

"An Immortal being taught swordplay by a youth in the Spirit Severing Realm..." he remarked. "If the world saw this, they would think the heavens had turned upside down."

Bai Ren looked at Bai Zihan with a solemn expression.

"You have done more than enough," he said. "Go and rest. We will handle the rest."

Bai Yui gave a gentle nod.

"When the next conflict arises," she added, "we shall not fail you."

Bai Zihan permitted himself a small smile.

"I am counting on it."

Without further delay, he turned and departed.

With a light step, his form blurred and dissolved from the empty plains, heading back toward the main encampment.

The camp remained quiet and organized.

There were no sirens or signs of a demonic breach.

As he neared his personal tent, a familiar figure snapped to attention.

The same Bai Clan disciple from before hurried forward and bowed low.

"Young Master!"

Bai Zihan stopped and looked at him.

"You again?"

He asked with mild curiosity.

"Hehe... Please, allow me the honor of guarding your tent."

Bai Zihan observed him for a moment in silence.

Eventually, he gave a slight nod.

"Very well," he said calmly.

The disciple's face lit up with joy.

"Yes, Young Master!"

Bai Zihan walked past him, then paused at the entrance.

"If there is any movement from the Demonic Beasts," he commanded, "report to me at once."

"Understood!" the disciple answered with conviction. "I won't miss a single shadow!"

Acknowledging the man with a nod, Bai Zihan entered his tent.

The sounds of the camp vanished instantly.

He was alone once more.

Bai Zihan assumed a cross-legged position, his mind settling into a focused state.

His Qi began its slow, rhythmic circulation.

He needed to process his gains and continue his Cultivation.

Two days passed in silence.

Bai Zihan remained secluded, stabilizing his foundation and reflecting on his recent insights.

The Qi flowed steadily through his Meridians, making his base more solid than ever.

Outside, the disciple remained at his post, guarding the entrance tirelessly.

Then—

"Young Master!"

Bai Zihan's eyes snapped open.

"Speak."

The disciple's voice was tight with urgency.

"The Demonic Beasts and Demonic Cultivators have launched another invasion!"

Bai Zihan stood up smoothly.

"I see," he replied with total composure.

"Then let us go and welcome them!"