Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 482 A Week Before Judgment

Previously on Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!...

Rumors of the Bai Clan's devastating invasion of the Azure Sun Holy Sect spread across the Desolate Heaven Empire, branding them as arrogant forces above the law and sparking widespread outrage among the people, merchants, and scholars. Despite the Sect's Ancestors' denials and attempts to preserve their dignity by claiming it was a mere misunderstanding, Sect Leader Wen Haoyu publicly confirmed the attack, the hostage-taking of disciples, and the deaths of elders. He lodged a formal complaint against the Bai Clan for breaching imperial laws, prompting the Imperial Family to summon Bai Tianheng to court amid growing fears of unchecked tyranny.

Five days had elapsed since Bai Zihan endured yet another grueling and agonizing refinement ordeal.

The magnificent Grade-6 formation began to fade in intensity.

The golden small sun, which previously burned fiercely like a heavenly blaze, now spun with a controlled pace, its glow stable instead of raging.

The fractured stones in the courtyard had fused and solidified into smooth, glassy expanses.

Right in the middle was Bai Zihan.

His skin showed no more of those red cracks from scorching heat.

Instead, subtle chaotic designs swirled under his skin like dynamic star maps - emerging, vanishing, and reshaping in a quiet pulse.

"System!"

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[Host Info]

Host: Bai Zihan

Age: 18

Cultivation Realm: Void Refinement (Mid)

Constitution: Primordial Chaos Body

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 First Stage of the Primordial Chaos Body Refinement Technique-

Achieved!

His physique had surpassed a critical point.

No longer just tough.

No longer merely tough against harm.

It had evolved into an entirely new entity.

Bai Zihan gradually lifted his hand towards the hovering Sun Dao.

Previously, its blaze had seared him badly.

Previously, it had pushed him through endless loops of ruin and renewal.

Now-

As soon as his palm neared, the golden light flared up just like before.

The heat intensified rapidly.

The air warped.

But rather than searing-

The warmth streamed in.

It seeped into his skin like a flowing stream.

His body quivered a bit, not in agony, but in adaptation.

The chaotic designs under his skin glowed stronger while they disassembled the incoming solar power and rebuilt it into harmless, usable vitality. The Sun Dao's fires were no longer wholly ruinous to him.

They turned into his sustenance, albeit with boundaries.

The nearer he got to the tiny sun, the fiercer the force grew.

Once he approached within a few feet, his skin still flushed lightly. Sinews clenched. Vital organs hummed from the pressure.

He wasn't invulnerable.

Not by a long shot.

Should he try to take in all of it immediately, his form would still hit its limit.

There existed a boundary.

A cap on how much he could process right then.

Yet it was astonishing.

His frame could now break apart any form of energy, tear down its makeup, and remake it into something beneficial.

The consequences were alarming.

Flames.

Thunder.

Yin Qi.

Yang essence.

Even some toxic or fierce spiritual energies-

Provided the power didn't surpass what his body could handle at that time, he could slowly take them in and transform them.

Naturally, it wasn't total.

At first, upon seeing the Technique's explanation, he imagined absorbing every strike aimed at him, similar to figures he'd watched in films

back on Earth.

Yet that wasn't feasible. Or more precisely, feasible in concept-but he couldn't handle mighty assaults.

A full-force strike from a Great Ascension Realm powerhouse or higher-

He couldn't just remain still and gulp it down.

The immense concentration and velocity would overrun his present ability.

His body would endure devastating harm before managing to handle the

energy.

But for powers at or under a specific degree-

He could consume them.

Convert a foe's strength into his own Qi.

Still, it proved rather pointless in fights since strikes from weaker foes wouldn't require real defense, given his body's superior durability that already shielded him from their harm.

Thus, this power in combat wasn't quite as valuable as he'd first believed.

Bai Zihan stretched his hand out completely and placed his palm on the edge of the Sun Dao's glow.

Golden blazes enveloped his digits.

The chaotic designs flared vividly.

The warmth invaded him.

Gradually.

Constantly.

Rather than scorching inside him, it lessened-bit by bit-turned

into refined cultivation power that surged through his meridians.

He breathed out gently.

He required no scarce refining elixirs or Qi-abundant spots anymore.

Whenever a potent energy origin existed-

He could advance in cultivation.

The Sun Dao ceased being just a relic.

It became an endless forge.

A cultivation machine.

He pulled back his hand.

He desired to seize this moment for true cultivation and boost his realm further with his upgraded form.

His cultivation had already risen from Early to Mid Void Refinement Realm.

However, he had detected a figure two days prior, apparently lingering by the entrance.

The individual hadn't bothered him and had waited steadily.

It seemed someone required his attendance, and he preferred to learn the reason before resuming his practice.

He advanced. The massive stone portals of the cultivation room groaned as they parted.

Beyond, a figure clad in dark Bai Clan garments waited humbly with bowed head.

The instant he felt the doors shift, he promptly bent low in respect.

"Young Master, you have finally emerged!"

His tone mixed relief with haste.

"The Clan Leader wishes to see you."

Bai Zihan's eyes lingered on him momentarily.

The underling sensed a subtle, hard-to-define weight.

It wasn't intentional.

Still, being near Bai Zihan now resembled facing a sleeping blaze-

serene outwardly, yet able to engulf all. Furthermore, Bai Zihan's look, while not vastly altered, still seemed somewhat altered from his memory.

But naturally, who was he to remark on the Bai Clan Young Master's

appearance?

Bai Zihan offered a slight inclination of his head.

"I understand!"

He walked beyond the man without further speech.

The underling only sighed after the Young Master had moved a few paces

off.

The Bai Clan grounds were exceptionally still.

Attendants proceeded warily.

Elders crossing the hallways halted shortly to pay homage.

He shortly reached his father's office.

Two sentries by the entrance bowed at once.

"Young Master!"

Bai Zihan opened the door firmly.

Within, Bai Tianheng remained by the pane, arms folded at his rear.

Without facing him, Bai Tianheng uttered.

"You've arrived. I was expecting you."

Bai Zihan shut the door after entering.

Bai Tianheng turned gradually.

His piercing gaze examined his offspring from top to bottom.

As someone nearest to Bai Zihan, he couldn't avoid spotting the shift in him.

"Mid Void Refinement," Bai Tianheng stated evenly.

"You progressed?"

"Yes!"

Bai Tianheng gave a light nod. He aimed to stay poised in front of his son, though inwardly he brimmed with thrill.

To advance after hitting Void Refinement Realm in mere months- even over a year- would mark a remarkable feat. Even so, he couldn't fully drop his dignity before his son.

"Ahem! The purpose for summoning you is-"

His face then hardened a touch. "The Imperial Family has called me to the palace."

"Oh?"

Bai Zihan felt mild astonishment, though he'd foreseen something similar

could occur.

Still, he figured the Imperial Family would hold off acting against them without firm proof.

And with his warning to the Azure Sun Immortals, he doubted they'd raise the alarm.

"Wen Haoyu has appeared. He's the one who lodged the grievance."

Bai Zihan acknowledged with a nod.

"That coward should have just remained hidden," Bai Zihan remarked.

Bai Tianheng regarded his son fixedly.

"They've allowed us one week to present ourselves at the Imperial Court," he noted

serenely. "If you hadn't emerged, I would have set out in two days

anyway."

His stare intensified mildly.

"But with you present, I wished to get your view."

Bai Tianheng tucked his sleeves behind.

In reality, this issue didn't trouble Bai Tianheng much. Even after storming Azure Sun Holy Sect, they held valid reasons.

Particularly since they'd tried assassinating Bai Zihan and run deranged tests on youths.

Besides, given their might, the Imperial Family couldn't harm them greatly.

That said, as Bai Zihan orchestrated the raid, he wanted to check if Bai Zihan had foreseen this and readied accordingly.

Bai Zihan remained composed beneath his father's look.

Then-

He grinned.

"That coward," he commented casually. "First he cowered with his Ancestors. Then he deserted his Sect, just to tattle?" His gaze carried slight scorn.

Bai Zihan's voice grew neutral.

"Father, you don't have to worry overly about this. I foresaw that

something like this could arise."

From the instant he chose to assault Azure Sun Holy Sect-

He had already weighed the fallout.

After all, his rivals wouldn't overlook a chance to accuse him if possible. Though he hadn't anticipated Wen Haoyu surfacing to complain

after fleeing.

Bai Tianheng stayed silent.

He merely observed his son. Poised and assured.

Not a trace of worry.

He lacked the details.

But he understood his son sufficiently.