Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 502 Hidden In Plain Sight

Bai Zihan wasted no time and immediately completed the purchase of the function.

A brief notification bloomed within his consciousness.

[Heaven Chosen's Tracker Purchased]

A ripple pulsed through his mind as the new ability successfully synced with the system.

Without delay, Bai Zihan toggled the activation, and a tactical map materialized on his display, pinpointing a single red marker labeled Chong Sheng.

Bai Zihan’s expression tightened.

Chong Sheng was nearby.

Uncomfortably close.

Much nearer than his initial calculations had suggested.

His gaze drifted slowly toward the target location, where a squad of Imperial Guards stood surrounding the remains of the decimated Quan Clan estate.

Some were busy pacing the perimeter.

Others were scrutinizing the debris.

A handful were meticulously combing the area for any overlooked evidence.

At a fleeting glance, everything appeared perfectly ordinary.

Yet, the system's tracker fixated squarely on that specific unit.

A subtle, knowing smirk touched the corner of Bai Zihan’s mouth.

(Hehe... So he’s masquerading as a guard.)

Bai Zihan pierced through the veil instantly.

Chong Sheng was leaning on one of the oldest deceptions in the game: hiding in plain sight.

Rather than fleeing the region after the massacre, he had chosen to linger, merging seamlessly into the investigative team.

As for his motivations, Bai Zihan deduced two likely scenarios.

The first was purely psychological; many killers find a twisted satisfaction in returning to the crime scene to bask in the ruin they orchestrated.

The second was tactical: Chong Sheng was likely verifying that no errant traces or incriminating evidence remained to point back to him.

Given his former life as a Supreme Immortal, such caution was second nature.

Regardless, both theories pointed to the same trait: arrogance.

Chong Sheng was entirely convinced that his disguise was impenetrable and that standing amongst the Imperial Guards would grant him absolute immunity from suspicion.

Unfortunately for him, he was playing against a system user.

With the Heaven Chosen's Tracker active, his concealment was rendered utterly useless.

Bai Zihan’s lips twitched upward.

(Shall we indulge him a little?)

Instead of striking, Bai Zihan began a casual stroll through the ruined estate.

Princess Sun Yaoqing and Mingzhu remained mere inches behind him.

He carried himself with an air of nonchalance, mimicking a curious observer probing the wreckage.

Slowly, step by step, he narrowed the distance between himself and the Imperial Guards.

The guards, noticing his approach, immediately stiffened.

They recognized the young man whose reputation had sent shockwaves across multiple empires, and one by one, they offered up respectful bows.

“Greetings, Young Master Bai!”

Bai Zihan barely acknowledged them, his calm gaze sweeping over the group with practiced ease.

His eyes lingered on Chong Sheng for just a fraction of a second too long.

(Has he spotted me?)

Chong Sheng’s heart skipped a beat, but he exhaled in secret relief as the youth drifted past him.

False alarm.

He breathed easy, confident in his ability to suppress his Qi and hide his true nature as a Demonic Cultivator. He had even altered his facial features to resemble a nondescript, middle-aged commoner.

No one could possibly identify him here.

He had been momentarily rattled when he realized Bai Zihan was sniffing around his handiwork. He couldn’t quite determine the nature of his karmic tie to this youth; every time he caused a commotion, Bai Zihan seemed to materialize out of thin air.

He didn’t know it was Bai Zihan who had leaked his identity as a Demonic Cultivator previously, or he surely would have exacted vengeance.

Right now, he simply viewed Bai Zihan as a remarkably talented threat. He had heard tales of Bai Zihan’s rapid cultivation growth, and though part of him wondered if the youth was another ‘reincarnator’ like himself, he dismissed the thought—surely lightning couldn’t strike the same spot twice.

He wasn’t afraid of a direct confrontation, but he knew better than to be reckless around someone so unpredictable.

Then, his eyes landed on Princess Sun Yaoqing. He weighed the merits of assassination—chaos was his favorite flavor—but after a moment of hesitation, he decided against it.

(Hmm... I suppose I’m a pretty decent guy after all.)

He mused to himself, deciding to let the Empress live.

Without warning, Bai Zihan stopped his pacing and spun around, coming to a halt directly in front of Chong Sheng.

Chong Sheng’s pupils dilated.

(Am I exposed?)

He doubted it; his facade was flawless.

“Chong Sheng!” Bai Zihan suddenly bellowed.

Chong Sheng tensed, his hand inching toward his weapon, ready to unleash his power.

But the next words out of Bai Zihan’s mouth left him utterly dumbstruck.

“That M*therF*cker! How could anyone be so heartless?”

Bai Zihan shouted to the air.

“He butchered women and children without a shred of remorse. Is there no such thing as morality left, just because one is a Demonic Cultivator?”

To the onlookers, this righteous indignation was exactly the behavior expected from a man of his stature. Princess Sun Yaoqing found the outburst uncharacteristic, but she wasn’t surprised; even someone as esteemed as Bai Zihan had to feel disgusted by such a grisly sight.

“That coward! He only picks on the weak and then slinks away into the shadows. If I ever corner him, I swear he won’t live to see the sunset!”

Chong Sheng stood there, forced to listen to every word at point-blank range, his face reddening with genuine fury.

Of course, he was cruel, but he had morals! And being called a coward who ran away? That was a bridge too far.

Bai Zihan was acting as if the slaughter of the Quan Clan had been a senseless, random act of barbarism.

Escaped? He hadn't escaped; he was standing right here!

But this was merely the prelude.

“That pathetic, ugly Chong Sheng—I bet his previous life was just as wretched as his current one, and his next will be no different. A complete insect whose soul existence is nothing more than a waste of the world’s resources...”