Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 503 The Moment of Exposure

"Chong Sheng claims to be a cultivator, but he only targets the powerless. With any guts at all, he'd confront true powerhouses rather than cower behind arrays like a coward..."

"A Demonic Cultivator butchering women and kids is just a spineless mutt howling from the shadows. Real threats emerge, and these vermin flee quicker than wild hounds."

"Demonic cultivators at least possess some warped sense of honor. Chong Sheng? Zero integrity, zero pride, zero bravery. Merely a vile worm slithering in darkness."

Obvious fury laced Bai Zihan's words.

To the nearby Imperial Guards and officials, this reaction felt utterly justified.

They'd all heard the tales about Bai Zihan.

Tales of his pursuit of Demonic Cultivators.

Tales of his merciless slaughter of them. Witnessing his response now—

Plenty assumed Bai Zihan was simply too upright.

Too revolted by Demonic Cultivators' savagery.

Even in a foreign empire, his rage over slain innocents burned bright.

They found it praiseworthy.

But for Chong Sheng?

Each word struck like a direct assault.

Once—

He could brush it off.

Twice—

He could endure it.

Yet Bai Zihan kept going.

Kept pressing.

Kept attacking.

The barrage of insults never let up. He targeted Chong Sheng's personality, looks, everything.

He even mocked Chong Sheng's past and future lives, as if privy to every secret.

Every line grew more cutting than the previous.

Chong Sheng's fists tightened gradually.

Veins protruded faintly.

His tolerance neared breaking point.

At last—

"Enough!"

The abrupt yell stunned the entire group.

Nearby guards whipped toward the voice's origin.

Their stares fixed on the speaking Imperial Guard.

For an instant—

Silence blanketed the area.

Confusion gripped the guards.

First off, they couldn't fathom why this guard would blurt that out.

Second—

He had the nerve to cut off Young Master Bai?

Did he not fear a fatal beating?

Chong Sheng realized his slip of the tongue too.

His heart dropped a bit.

(Damn...)

In his rage, control had slipped away.

Who would've imagined a former Supreme Immortal like him losing composure over mere words?

Still, he didn't pin it all on himself.

(This Bai Zihan goes too far!)

Tension spiked through the air instantly.

Mingzhu's piercing gaze snapped to him.

Her face hardened.

"Name and rank—now!"

Her tone rang authoritative and sharp.

Chong Sheng paused briefly.

He wasn't truly a guard.

Any answer risked blowing his cover.

For a second—

Words failed him.

Yet unexpectedly—

Bai Zihan interjected.

"No need for anger, Commander Mingzhu."

His steady voice diffused the strain right away.

Mingzhu's brow creased, but she yielded politely. With Bai Zihan weighing in,

pursuit seemed unnecessary.

She memorized his face regardless, planning a harsh reprimand soon.

(Hmph! When did our troops grow so lax?)

Anger boiled in her thoughts.

Luckily Bai Zihan appeared unperturbed, but any rift in their ties from this would doom the guard to torment beyond death.

Bai Zihan's eyes then drifted toward the guard.

Toward Chong Sheng.

"Why?"

He inquired lightly.

"You disagree?"

A peculiar weight bore down on Chong Sheng from that look.

Of course disagreement burned in him.

But self-defense in the open meant doom.

"Relax. No need to tense up."

Bai Zihan assured smoothly.

His manner nearly sympathetic.

Unsure but resolved, Chong Sheng voiced his mind.

"He... probably had motives for his actions."

His statement drew every eye instantly.

Guards scowled, puzzled, or irked.

After all—

Excusing a full clan wipeout hardly won favor.

Bai Zihan's gaze sharpened a touch.

Then calmly he probed.

"And... what motive could that be, Chong Sheng?"

Chong Sheng's eyes bulged, locking on Bai Zihan.

(He knows!)

No question lingered.

Otherwise—

Why halt before him and unleash such targeted barbs?

No accident.

Pure intent.

Bai Zihan had baited him all along.

Several guards caught the name too.

Some doubted their ears.

Others gaped at the guard in their midst.

The mood turned razor-tense.

Empress Sun Yaoqing advanced swiftly.

Her eyebrows knit.

"Young Master Bai... what was that?"

"He's Chong Sheng?"

Her eyes settled on the guard ahead.

Utterly mundane looks.

Middle-aged features.

Plain physique.

Nothing remarkable.

Crucially—

No hint of demonic qi emanated.

Still, she dismissed any jest from Bai Zihan here.

Not amid this gravity.

Not on such a weighty claim.

Bai Zihan regarded the impostor steadily.

"Well?"

"Share your motive for wiping out the Quan Clan... Chong Sheng?"

His tone stayed even.

But the declaration boomed like thunder in all ears.

Chong Sheng's thoughts whirled.

He pondered denial, fabrication, claiming error.

But those serene eyes—

A truth dawned.

Bai Zihan wasn't speculating.

He knew for sure.

Exposure already in play made deceit pathetic.

Lies would crumble fast.

Futility defined it.

After short quiet—

Chong Sheng breathed out slowly.

Then met Bai Zihan's stare head-on.

"How?"

"How did you spot me?"

Calm voice, but raw bewilderment underneath.

He rejected the idea his outburst alone betrayed him. Bai Zihan's prior halt and insults proved prior knowledge. Chong Sheng trusted his disguise fooled even Immortal Realm experts.

So how did a novice like Bai Zihan pierce it?

Those words barely escaped—

Chaos erupted in shock.

Guards' eyes popped wide.

Some instinctively retreated.

Admission sealed it.

No more uncertainty.

The figure among them—

Posing as Imperial Guard—

Proved the notorious Demonic Cultivator.

Chong Sheng!

"You're Chong Sheng!"

Mingzhu's gaze turned lethal. One stride placed her shielding Empress Sun Yaoqing.

Hand gripped her weapon's hilt.

Imperial Guards sprang into action, encircling the faker loosely.

Yet the center figure showed no anxiety.

Instead—

Laughter burst forth.

"Hehe..."

Lips twisted into a broad smirk.

"Indeed! The one and only—Chong Sheng!"

As words ended, facial disguise warped.

Mundane middle-aged mask dissolved like crumbling mirage.

True visage emerged gradually.

Simultaneously—

Fearsome aura exploded outward.

Dark demonic qi roared like a tempest.

Boom!

Oppressive force flooded the wrecked manor.

Imperial Guards' faces twisted in alarm. Weaker ones stumbled back. Others labored to breathe under the crushing weight.

Only Spirit Severing Realm and higher stood firm. Empress Sun Yaoqing endured poised, icy yet steady. Mingzhu held ground, eyes gravely intent. Meanwhile—

Furious yells exploded from guards around.

"You dare impersonate us?! Demonic filth!"

"Pay for the blood on your hands!" "Infiltrating Imperial Guards—outrageous!"

Invectives and menaces assailed from everywhere.

Chong Sheng dismissed them utterly.

Anger? Irrelevant. Threats? Laughable.

His focus locked on one alone.

Bai Zihan!

The youth lingered composed amid the throng, demonic aura irrelevant.

That poise grated on Chong Sheng further.

Eyes slitted.

"So... care to reveal how you uncovered me?"

A subtle menace chilled his voice.

"Tell me, and I'll grant a swift end."

After endless mockery, sparing Bai Zihan proved impossible.

Survival would mock his pride.

Pride of a past Supreme Immortal.

Rumors of Bai Zihan's prowess? He shrugged them off. To him—

Still a raw youth.

Gifted, maybe freakish by mortal measure.

Against a pinnacle Immortal World figure like himself?

No contest.

Full intent? He could slay Bai Zihan effortlessly.