Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 425 Mu Yuelan Hears The News

The Mu Clan stayed out of the Beast Tide.

In contrast to warrior clans that flourished amid slaughter and combat triumphs, the Mu Clan's strength resided in alchemy.

For this reason, the Mu Clan was never obligated to join the fight against Demonic Beasts head-on.

Providing a set amount of pills—such as healing ones, restorative types, detox variants, and vital crisis-saving elixirs—sufficed to please the Empire fully.

Exposing alchemists to combat zones was simply idiotic.

The existence of one alchemist held greater value than that of any ordinary cultivator.

A single skilled alchemist operating securely from the rear could sustain the lives of countless cultivators—thousands, even.

If that alchemist fell, any force would eventually collapse into ruin.

So, as numerous clans got pulled into savage Beast Tides and fierce battle lines, the Mu Clan stuck to their everyday tasks:

Alchemy work.

Growing medicinal herbs.

Studying recipes.

Daily affairs in the Mu Clan unfolded with steady accuracy, seemingly isolated from the turmoil engulfing the Empire elsewhere.

That changed when a message came.

Brought by hand, skipping standard routes.

Stamped with the Bai Clan's emblem.

Addressed to Mu Yuelan.

Yet first, it reached the hands of Mu Qingyuan, brother to Mu Clan Leader Mu Yuelan.

Mu Yuelan remained in closed-door cultivation, unable to view it personally.

Noticing its origin from the Bai Clan and the urgent label, Mu Qingyuan examined

it to decide if he ought to interrupt his sister.

While scanning the words, shock and concern widened his eyes.

Through the serene corridors of the Mu Clan, he hurried along, steps brimming with haste.

Without much delay, he arrived at the sturdy entrance to his sister's retreat room.

A single firm knock echoed from his hand.

"What is it?" Mu Yuelan's voice rang out, laced with irritation.

Disturbances usually vexed her, yet she recognized this: Mu Qingyuan wouldn't intrude lightly.

"I... sorry, sister," Mu Qingyuan replied, his voice unusually strained. "An urgent matter has come up. Please look at this letter—it's from your brother-in-law, delivered in person."

With care, Mu Qingyuan passed the letter, offering a slight bow of deference.

Under the gentle illumination, the Bai Clan's seal shimmered softly, its pressing nature evident in the markings.

Mu Yuelan grasped the jade slip, her eyes narrowing keenly.

The faint heft of the communication registered—its significance, its gravity. Deliberately, she unsealed it and perused the text.

In a flash, her face grew grim.

"The Bai Clan... Zihan?" she whispered to herself, her steady demeanor fracturing a bit. "Impossible... how did this occur?"

Mu Qingyuan gulped anxiously. "Sister... I figured you'd want to hear right away. It appears... it's regarding Zihan'er's state."

She reviewed it once more. Then twice. Then, in silence, she shattered the jade slip within her grip.

"Get my vessel ready."

Her tone stayed even—though those familiar with Mu Yuelan knew the dread hidden in such poise.

"I'm departing now."

In mere hours, Mu Yuelan had set off.

And at this moment—

Before Bai Tianheng she positioned herself, gaze piercing, icy, and seething with restrained rage.

"Tianheng," she repeated, her words hushed yet threatening, "how did you allow this to befall our son?"

Bai Tianheng, arriving to greet his spouse, froze the instant she stepped down.

"Yuelan, easy now, I can clarify!"

Quickly, Bai Tianheng advanced, raising palms in a soothing motion.

Placating

gesture.

"Calm down? Nonsense!"

Like a sword slicing air, Mu Yuelan's retort pierced his attempt.

"Tianheng, Zihan'er got crippled under your watch? What explanation do you have for me?"

Hard, Bai Tianheng swallowed, parting his lips to respond.

"Yuelan, that's not—"

"Speak plainly! What led to this?" Mu Yuelan demanded, fury boiling over.

"I—he... Bai Zihan charged at the Demonic Cultivator Leader," Bai Tianheng

finally stammered out, struggling to justify, tone taut with effort.

Her stare locked onto him, burning and incisive.

"And? You failed to halt him?"

"Not for lack of trying, but I was unable!" he protested, volume edging higher beneath her scrutiny. "What are you saying? You, at Peak Great Ascension Realm, couldn't restrain a Spirit Severing Realm youth? Tianheng, that's the weakest excuse I've encountered!"

Thunder-like, her voice boomed, each syllable dripping incredulity and wrath.

Dryness gripped Bai Tianheng's throat. He yearned to clarify, to make her see, yet voicing the reality proved tough.

True, he ought to have intervened... yet Bai Zihan surpassed the norm for Spirit Severing Realm.

To his wife, he couldn't voice it directly.

Burdened by his status as Peak Great Ascension Realm—pride and honor—he balked at confessing his son's edge in some aspects, his inability to intervene.

Any other observer of Bai Zihan's exploits in the Beast

Tide would grasp it.

However, Mu Yuelan remained unaware.

Rumors escaped her, as did reports of Bai Zihan slaying Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elders.

Prior to the letter, seclusion had claimed her, and the Mu Clan broadly ignored such tales.

Her brother's briefing alone clued her in.

Once more, Bai Tianheng tried speaking, aiming to elaborate, but to her, all sounded like dodges.

Aware she wouldn't hear him out, he shifted to soothing her instead,

before finishing his thought.

"Yuelan, please cal—"

Yet Mu Yuelan's tolerance shattered, viewing Bai Tianheng's words as mere pretexts.

Outward her Qi burst, aura climbing sharply.

Eyes bulging, Bai Tianheng exclaimed. "Yuelan... you... you've advanced?! " he whispered with thrill, nearly overlooking the dire issue.

Mu Yuelan's retreat stemmed from her recent breakthrough to Great Ascension Realm, focused on solidifying her base.

Her intense look yanked him to the present. Congratulations held no appeal for her now.

"Don't shift focus, Tianheng!" she thought fiercely inside, mind fixed solely on her boy.

Tension lingered moments more, then her breaths evened.

Gradually, she curbed her Great Ascension Realm presence, drawing it close like a tamed tempest.

"Stop," she declared at last, voice resolute yet softened.

"We're going! I need to see my son."