Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 424 I'll Not Give him!
Previously on Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!...
All the others departed from Bai Zihan's tent.
The Grand Elders felt joy over Chu Ziyan, yet concern lingered for Bai Zihan.
For now, no actions were possible on their part.
Their only option remained wishing for a wondrous pill or an extraordinary healer capable of aiding Bai Zihan.
Despite the physician's declaration, they refused to abandon hope for Bai Zihan.
Bai Tianheng shared this determination. He intended to notify his spouse, Mu Yuelan, right away.
Given that the Mu Clan stood as a renowned family of alchemists, a remedy might exist within their knowledge.
For Bai Zihan's sake, they would exhaust all resources in pursuit of healing—even revealing hidden Mu Clan treasures if necessary.
Each departed carrying personal schemes and reflections, leaving solely Bai Xueqing and Chu Ziyan in the space.
"Xueqing, I'm heading out as well," Chu Ziyan announced.
"Hold on!"
Bai Xueqing halted her in place.
"Chu Ziyan!"
Sternly, Bai Xueqing uttered her name, hinting at some underlying issue.
"Yes?"
Chu Ziyan pivoted toward Bai Xueqing, noting the grave look on her face, which sparked curiosity about the matter.
"Are you truly certain regarding your betrothal to Bai Zihan?"
Bai Xueqing inquired.
"Oh, that matter? Absolutely, I'm quite confident!"
Without pause, Chu Ziyan responded.
"Ziyan, should this stem from your regard for me, it's unnecessary. Bai Zihan stands crippled now, and nobody would fault you for ending the engagement," Bai Xueqing explained.
A brief silence fell as Chu Ziyan gazed at Bai Xueqing.
Soon after, Chu Ziyan grinned.
"Xueqing, no more words on this are required. My choice is firm."
Chu Ziyan persisted in her refusal.
"Moreover, Xueqing, you realize Bai Zihan remains unc crippled."
Chu Ziyan continued, her gaze locked directly on Bai Xueqing's eyes.
Chu Ziyan's statement barely shifted Bai Xueqing's facial demeanor.
She had pondered such notions before.
Right from the start—even amid the healers' insistent claims of Bai Zihan's disability—Bai Xueqing never fully accepted it.
That doubt intensified further once Bai Zihan started his performance.
His mannerisms, the composed confession of his plight—it all screamed pretense to her.
A genuinely disabled individual wouldn't respond in such a manner.
No chance he could stay so composed, let alone propose dissolving the betrothal.
Though unaware of Bai Zihan's scheme or its goals, Bai Xueqing held one firm conviction—
He remained uninjured.
Should injury have occurred, she trusted Bai Zihan possessed means to recover.
A figure capable of bestowing a Saint-Grade Technique alongside a Heaven-Grade cultivation method would undoubtedly possess methods to restore his form—even in true disablement.
Primarily, Bai Xueqing clung to the belief he was unharmed.
Perhaps after a full year of sustained deception, she might start doubting.
"What are you implying?"
Nevertheless, Bai Xueqing pretended not to understand.
She puzzled over Chu Ziyan's insight. Their own father had fallen for the ruse—how had Chu Ziyan seen through it?
"Hehe, Xueqing, I never imagined you'd keep up the facade before your closest companion."
Chu Ziyan remarked.
"Fine then. In any event, you recognize Bai Zihan isn't disabled. Thus, I fail to see why you'd urge me to end the engagement."
Bai Xueqing offered no reply.
"What is it? Afraid I'll claim your brother?"
Chu Ziyan jested lightly.
Bai Xueqing's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Hmph!"
Abruptly, she whipped her head aside, chin raised in haughty defiance.
"I have no idea what you're referring to," she stated icily. "I was simply
looking out for you."
Quickly, she peeked over her shoulder, gaze piercing.
"Yet if you're set against dissolving the betrothal, it's no concern of mine."
Finishing thus, she whirled around sharply.
From the tent's doorway, Chu Ziyan observed her retreating figure vanish.
Briefly, the playful curve on her mouth endured.
"Apologies, but I won't yield Bai Zihan to anybody, not even to you."
***
When it concerned severing the engagement, Bai Zihan's scheme collapsed in utter defeat—yet his alternate strategy progressed without a hitch.
True to Bai Zihan's foresight, despite Bai Tianheng's desperate efforts to suppress word of the crippling, containment proved unfeasible.
Certainly, one healer—or maybe every single one—had disclosed the details.
Regardless of strict orders for silence, competing families—undoubtedly hostile ones—would lavish fortunes merely to seize such intelligence.
With awareness already widespread that misfortune had struck Bai Zihan, surveillance on the healers accessing the Bai Clan's
healing pavilion was inevitable.
Faced with such allure, scarce individuals could resist spilling the secret.
Regardless, this development thrilled Bai Zihan—precisely as he desired.
"Hey, caught wind of the gossip?"
"Indeed. Word is Young Master Bai ended up disabled."
"What?! Bai Zihan?"
"Who but him? Rumors claim his meridians got utterly shattered."
"So he's essentially no different from an ordinary person?"
"Pretty much!"
"Hah... seems the heavens couldn't abide a prodigy such as Bai Zihan. A talent poised to reshape Desolate Heaven Empire's legacy now lies broken. What a tragedy!"
Centered on Bai Zihan, the whispers surged rapidly
across the Desolate Heaven Empire.
As numerous lamented with sighs the downfall of an emerging luminary, some experienced ease and viewed it as divine payback for Bai Zihan's past misdeeds.
Especially the Li Clan and Zhao Clan brimmed with delight.
Initially, doubts arose that it formed a ploy to slacken their vigilance—possibly fabricated tales.
Still, dispatching their agents for confirmation revealed the truth.
Learning of Bai Zihan's disablement caused them to overlook even the severe defeats endured battling the Demonic Forces.
Yet one individual seethed with discontent.
That very soul now berated Bai Tianheng. "Tianheng, how did you allow such a disaster?"
Mu Yuelan, Bai Zihan's mother, had made her entrance.