Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 489 The Final Nail in Wen Haoyu's Coffin

Gradually, the Earth Immortal Ancestor lifted his eyelids.

"The experiments started many decades back."

A wave of shock rippled across the assembly.

"They were launched based on the suggestion from the present Sect Leader, Wen Haoyu."

Those words hit with the force of a thunderbolt.

Wen Haoyu's gaze shot up abruptly.

"Ancestor! What rubbish are you uttering?!"

Yet the Ancestor went on with composure.

"Back then, our Sect hit a deadlock. Talents were fading, and our status as a leading sect slipped away."

His tone remained even, though laden with gravity.

"Then we uncovered the Sun Dao, an artifact we thought could transform our Sect."

Murmurs filled the air, with people debating what sort of treasure could uplift the entire Sect.

A few showed hints of greed in their stares, likely plotting to claim it after the chaos subsided, while others eyed the Bai Clan, suspecting it was under their control.

"But soon, we realized that refining the Sun Dao—even through our cultivation method—proved too overwhelming. That's when Wen Haoyu suggested the trial."

A chill swept over the chamber.

"By embedding fragments into bodies, absorbing the Sun Dao's power might become feasible. With nearly every

top official's consent, the project commenced."

Shocked inhales broke out.

"The hidden labs were built under his direct approval."

The Ancestor's eyes flickered subtly.

"All progress updates went straight to him."

Wen Haoyu reeled backward.

"Lies!"

His quivering finger jabbed outward.

"You're under duress! Controlled by Bai Zihan's mind tricks!"

"Exactly! That has to be the truth!"

His tone turned piercing.

"He's been swayed by the Bai Clan!"

The Earth Immortal Ancestor showed no response.

Instead—

He raised his palm deliberately.

A pile of jade slips and parchments emerged from his spatial ring.

They floated mid-air.

"These represent the formal permission documents."

He declared flatly.

"Personally endorsed by Sect Leader Wen Haoyu."

The records unrolled.

The Emperor signaled.

A servant grabbed a handful and passed them to the throne.

The assembly held its breath.

The Emperor scrutinized the first one.

Then the next.

His expression grew stormier with every moment.

The handwriting was beyond doubt.

The Sect Leader's mark shone vividly.

Spiritual Qi woven into the papers verified their genuineness.

No fakes.

No tampering.

All of it was legitimate.

The Emperor set down the parchment carefully.

His eyes locked onto Wen Haoyu with icy disdain.

Since he offered no further value, mercy was pointless.

(This stems from your own folly!)

The Emperor reflected inwardly.

With Azure Sun's Ancestor aligning with the Bai Clan, Wen Haoyu had zero chance to escape.

He might have offered aid, but the risks far outweighed the benefits.

Wen Haoyu's mouth quivered uncontrollably.

"This... these could be counterfeits!"

He scanned the room in panic.

"Li Jianhong! Zhao Wutian! Speak up!"

Li Jianhong stayed mute.

"Wen Haoyu, you chose this path, so own up to it!"

Zhao Wutian declared.

He recognized that Wen Haoyu and Azure Sun were finished. In that light, gaining favor and separating from him was wiser.

His statement implied zero involvement in Wen Haoyu's trials.

The decisive blow landed.

No gaps remained.

No spins to apply.

No fall guy to blame, as the Ancestor had confessed and pointed straight at him.

The Earth Immortal Ancestor uttered his closing remark.

"The fault falls on nearly every elder and grand elder—and above all, Sect Leader Wen Haoyu. These are the implicated individuals."

And thus—

Wen Haoyu's final escape route dissolved.

All eyes fell on the roster, revealing almost all Azure Sun elders entangled.

Naturally, a handful of recent appointees remained unaware.

Followed a roster of disciples in the know, mostly former test subjects who endured.

They stood largely blameless—sufferers, not culprits.

A heavy quiet descended after the names surfaced.

Then—

Chaos erupted.

"How ruthless!"

"Treating fellow cultivators like lab rats?!"

"This rivals demonic practices!"

Outcries surged, biting and enraged.

Certain chiefs pounded their chair arms.

Others gaped at the list in shock, then revulsion.

"Decades... this persisted for decades?"

"And they claimed righteousness as a sect!"

Denunciations blazed like flames.

"They sacrificed their own disciples!"

"Using kin as test fodder!"

"And the Sect Leader pretends purity here?"

Wen Haoyu's complexion paled to gray.

He attempted to respond, but the uproar overwhelmed him.

"You started it and still shift blame!"

"You deceived with boldfaced lies! How dare you slander Young Master Bai?"

"Death is too kind for him!"

Even Li-Zhao Alliance folks voiced open scorn toward Wen Haoyu.

Conducting tests on peers while waving the righteous flag... that's demonic territory.

How could true cultivators abide such horrors?

Yet the core issue was avoiding ties to these deeds.

Backing Wen Haoyu would taint them equally.

No one craved that mark.

The shouts merged into one.

"Off with his head!"

"Set him as a warning!"

"Purge every participant!"

"Root out the corruption!"

The chamber, once tilted against the Bai Clan, now seethed with just wrath toward Azure Sun.

Wen Haoyu stumbled rearward like under relentless blows.

"You—you false saints!"

His finger waved frantically at the masses.

"You chase dominance! You lust after relics! If the Sun Dao came to you first,

you'd stoop just as low!"

His outburst only fueled the fire.

"What audacity!"

"He won't atone!"

"Muzzle him!"

The Emperor, unmoving on the Dragon Throne till now, extended his arm.

At once—

The whole hall fell hushed.

"Wen Haoyu!"

His command boomed with sovereign power.

"You greenlit illicit tests on your Sect's own members.

You sustained this for decades."

"You schemed to deceive this assembly. You plotted to sway the verdict."

Every charge landed like divine judgment.

Wen Haoyu's legs buckled. He sensed the Emperor's full rejection.

"This Emperor governs the Desolate Heaven Empire by principles of justice

and virtue."

He halted briefly.

"If we allow such atrocities, how do we differ from demons?"

The Emperor's declaration strengthened.

"To affirm the Empire rejects this darkness—"

"Wen Haoyu faces public execution."

The decree tolled like doom's knell.

"His death occurs at the capital's central square."

"Let every soul behold it. Let the realm understand—"

"No Sect, regardless of might, can breach the Empire's ethical core."

A shared breath of relief washed over the court.

"Regarding the named elders and grand elders—" "Seize them at once for pending trials."

Imperial guards in armor advanced.

Their footsteps rang crisp on the stone floor.

Wen Haoyu's features lost all hue.

"No... no..."

He pleaded with eyes toward Li Jianhong.

Toward Zhao Wutian.

Toward any soul.

No aid came.

His once-mighty cultivation seemed futile against the Empire's might and collective outrage.

A pair of guards gripped him.

He resisted fiercely.

"Ancestor! Utter a word!"

But the Earth Immortal Ancestor stood motionless.

Gaze downcast.

As though already grieving a Sect that sealed its fate ages past.

Wen Haoyu's last howl resounded as guards hauled him from the hall.

The gates closed with a thud. Quiet reclaimed the space.

And amid that quiet—

Multiple gazes turned to Bai Zihan.

The tempest originated from him.

And concluded precisely as he desired.