Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 446 Heavenly Mandate Assimilation Art!

Bai Zihan kept up his search.

Heaven-Grade techniques scrolled by one after the other in front of him.

Certain ones offered effects close to his desires, yet each carried

drawbacks that he couldn't stand.

A few needed physical touch.

Others called for extended setup time.

Some restricted the count of individuals under control.

Ultimately, not a single one fit perfectly into his envisioned scheme. As the options thinned out, Bai Zihan's face stayed more and more composed.

Should Heaven-Grade fall short, the alternative was straightforward. "Only one spot remains..."

His eyes rose upward.

Saint-Grade!

Just a handful of techniques appeared in that section.

This served as his final chance. Without a fitting choice among them, he'd have to abandon the idea and devise another approach.

Bai Zihan examined each in turn.

Soul-Descent Scripture.

Heavenly Oath of Ten Thousand Spirits.

Time ticked by in minutes.

Suddenly-

His gaze halted.

Saint-Grade Cultivation Technique:

Heavenly Mandate Assimilation Art!

Bai Zihan's pupils shrank sharply.

He perused the details at a measured pace.

This method enabled growth via progressive merging.

It split into three tiers, each functioning as a distinct cultivation technique.

The base tier matched an Earth-Grade cultivation technique, the middle one hit Heaven-Grade, while the full version ascended to Mid Saint-Grade.

The base tier created a Mandate Seed, seen by the practitioner as their core base.

Those inside groups polished it more.

Solely the actual controller nurtured the Origin Mandate.

And the most alarming aspect-

Mandate Seeds lacked true autonomy.

They acted as offshoots.

Offshoots that instinctively harmonized with the Origin.

Provided the Origin Mandate persisted, every spawned Mandate stayed linked-no matter the realm attained.

No boundaries on realms.

No ceiling imposed.

No need for agreement after starting the practice.

The further advancement via the offshoot method, the stronger the bond became.

The Origin Mandate's owner possessed the power to-

Restrain.

Interrupt.

Shatter cultivation.

Death wasn't assured.

Yet foundation ruin was certain.

To say the least, they'd end up disabled.

Bai Zihan stayed still.

Next-

A smile crept across his face.

Content.

"It really exists..."

At last, the scheme could advance.

Even if the cost felt steep.

75,000 Points!

That equaled nearly half his earnings from the Beast Tide.

However, given its power-and how it bundled a Saint-Grade, Heaven-Grade, and Earth-Grade cultivation technique into one-it made sense.

Regardless, Bai Zihan showed no delay.

He acquired the technique right away.

"The moment has arrived to launch the plan!"

***

Winning over his father proved rather easy.

Naturally, Bai Tianheng harbored reservations, yet Bai Zihan deftly addressed all

worries.

He avoided stating outright that it was a Saint-Grade cultivation technique, framing it instead as a Heaven-Grade one and revealing merely a portion of

its features.

Upon grasping that practitioners couldn't turn against the Bai Clan, Bai Tianheng raised no issues-although he remained puzzled about Bai Zihan's rush to broaden the Bai Clan's reach, given its already swift expansion.

With Bai Tianheng's approval secured, the scheme rolled out without delay.

The announcement of the Bai Clan providing an Earth-Grade cultivation technique

for new joiners circulated quicker than anticipated.

Initially, it lingered as murmurs and hearsay.

Yet in just one day-

It demanded attention from all.

"Have you heard?"

"Heard what?"

"The Bai Clan is recruiting allies... and they're offering a High Earth-Grade

cultivation technique."

Disbelief hit right after the statement.

"A High Earth-Grade technique? That's impossible!"

"That's what I thought too. But the rumor isn't coming from just one place.

Many people have already confirmed it."

Inside a teahouse along the imperial paths, a group of cultivators engaged in hushed,

strained talk, their tones lowered on purpose.

"High Earth-Grade isn't the same as ordinary Earth-Grade. That's the level just

below Heaven-Grade."

"A single technique like that could raise an entire clan by several tiers. I didn't

think such a thing existed in the Desolate Heaven Empire."

"Why would the Bai Clan give something like that away?"

"Why not? With their influence and such benefits, they can rope in countless

clans and even surpass the Imperial Family. The Bai Clan is clearly going all in!"

Truly, by capitalizing on this surge and dominating competitors,

the Bai Clan might claim unchallenged supremacy.

In that case, the Desolate Heaven Empire would shift from Yu Clan rule

to Bai Clan dominion.

Another voice chimed in, laced with uncertainty.

"Did you hear about the Yun River Lu Clan?"

The group at the table buzzed.

"You mean the one that's been loyal to the Zhao Clan for generations?"

"That one. They switched sides."

The declaration hit with weight.

"No hesitation," the speaker went on. "They publicly withdrew from the

Li-Zhao Alliance this morning and declared allegiance to the Bai Clan."

"That fast?!"

"Understandable," another whispered. "If the offer is real, not switching would

be foolish."

"A High Earth-Grade cultivation technique..."

One person gripped their fist without realizing.

"If it's true, the benefits are unimaginable."

A family mired for ages might at last surge ahead. Gifts stifled by poor manuals would flourish.

Elders close to life's close could perhaps touch loftier heights.

And everything-

Just for picking a banner.

"I'm going. I'll join the Bai Clan!"

"But what if it's false?" someone queried warily. "What if it's just a rumor?"

"Then so what?" the quick retort came. "We lose nothing."

The one speaking reclined, gaze keen.

"At worst, we make contact and test the waters."

"If it's false, we withdraw."

"If it's true..."

He trailed off.

No need to elaborate.

The rest grasped it fully. Merely dispatching a group built favor.

Hesitation carried zero penalty.

Against the potential gain, the danger seemed trivial.

Thus, as this logic blazed through discussions, droves of families, sects, and solitary cultivators headed to the Bai Clan.

A few approached warily, dispatching merely scouts or youths.

All harbored the identical notion.

Witness it firsthand. Rumors cost little, after all.

But world-shaking chances didn't.

What surprised them all was how reality outstripped the wildest tales.

The Bai Clan genuinely provided a High Earth-Grade cultivation technique merely for alliance entry-a boon beyond most dreams.

Stunned doubt swiftly gave way to wild thrill.

Recipients of the technique acted fast. Sound transmission talismans ignited brightly.

Family heads reached out directly to reliable partners, oath-bound kin, and close blood ties.

"Come immediately and join the Bai Clan's alliance. Do not ask questions!"

In mere days, arrivals at the Bai Clan swelled from sparse to overwhelming.

And even more shocking-

The Bai Clan showed no bias.

They welcomed mighty families and small households equally.

They took in fading sects teetering on ruin.

They welcomed even lone wanderers lacking support, heritage, or holdings.

Provided loyalty was pledged, entry was granted.

No extra offerings required.

No claims on territory.

No calls for supplies.

Just two stipulations applied.

First-total silence on the cultivation technique.

Second-respond to the Bai Clan's summons without fail.

Nothing more.

This lavish offer ought to spark doubt.

Still, it failed to halt eager joiners. For a High Earth-Grade cultivation technique, yielding every asset would justify it-yet the Bai Clan sought none.

Thus, though the Bai Clan seemed nearly divine, grabbing the chance beat dithering like an idiot and missing out eternally.

And over time, as they practiced the Heavenly Mandate Assimilation

Art, their faith grew firmer.

Results hit right away.

Nearly terrifyingly quick.

Families once deemed fading-uttered with sympathy or scorn-started to rumble like sleeping beasts rousing from deep rest.

In a particular family, a youthful talent once celebrated as a wonder from a hundred years back at last pierced the barrier.

For years, he'd lingered in one stage, his gifts squandered by flawed basics and weak methods.

But mere days into the High Earth-Grade technique-

His impasse crumbled.

Qi rushed forth like a thundering wave.

His presence soared without stop, surpassing two sub-stages in one seclusion.

Upon exiting, seniors gaped like beholding a wonder. In another spot, a senior who'd accepted his waning years sensed the unseen barrier ahead quiver.

Tears flowed over his lined cheeks as he entered a stage he'd deemed eternally out of grasp.

Tales such as these raced quicker than any gossip.

No hype. No secondhand tales.

But solid proof.

One family noted three key pupils progressing together.

Another mentioned their waning lineage hinting at renewal.

A sect facing breakup steadied in a night, spirits lifted as optimism lit disciples' gazes.

All around, the verdict aligned.

The Bai Clan hadn't overstated.

They'd downplayed the treasure's worth, if possible.

Thanks morphed to awe.

Awe to devotion.

As envoys revisited the Bai Clan, they bent low in respect-some dropping to knees instantly.

"This opportunity... we will never forget."

"Our lives belong to the Bai Clan." "Should the Bai Clan command it, we would walk through fire without

complaint."

And as nearby families beheld these changes-

They couldn't stay composed. Wariness shattered against desire. When a neighbor gained riches for free, how could anyone hold steady?

Doubt paled beside evident thriving.

Gradually, delaying families dispatched messengers.

Followed by sects.

Then whole lineages relocated, hurrying to Bai Clan lands.

The coalition grew like a vital force-expanding, evolving, powering up daily.

And deep in the Bai Clan-

Bai Zihan observed the developments.

The scheme advanced precisely as he'd foreseen.