Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 510 Negotiating with Death

(Exactly what physique does he possess?)

Real bewilderment appeared on Chong Sheng's face.

No question about the formation's effectiveness—

the environment shifted dramatically around them.

The atmosphere warped fiercely.

The earth emitted a fiery glow.

Temperatures soared to horrifying heights.

All inside the formation melted, twisted, and got crushed.

All of it—

Except for Bai Zihan.

He remained utterly unchanged in place.

No response whatsoever.

No hint of unease.

Chong Sheng's eyes tightened.

Initially, he'd assumed Bai Zihan was faking it.

Yet now—

Over a minute had passed.

Bai Zihan displayed zero resistance.

As though the formation...

Wasn't even there.

A spark of dread started creeping into Chong Sheng's mind.

Something was off.

Totally off.

He never expected Bai Zihan to hold such immense power. So hard to deal with.

Not even the Nine Infernal Sun Killing Array—

A setup that could slay Great Ascension Realm powerhouses—

Had any impact on him.

Chong Sheng's fingers trembled faintly.

His mind whirled.

Flee once more?

Pointless.

He'd attempted it, even deploying a teleportation array, yet Bai Zihan tracked him effortlessly.

Besides, his Qi neared depletion, and from the looks, he'd manage maybe 30 more minutes before capture.

Eliminate him?

That proved just as tough.

He'd unleashed a Grade-6 formation—

And gained nothing.

For the first time—

Deep helplessness gripped Chong Sheng.

Despite countless ordeals in both lives, this marked the initial encounter with such utter powerlessness.

Even dying in his past life, without traitors' schemes, survival was possible.

But today?

Exhausting every resource, he inflicted minimal harm on

Bai Zihan.

His jaw clenched.

His face shifted.

Ultimately—

He chose a path.

A shameful one.

Yet essential.

Chong Sheng drew a deep breath.

Then uttered words.

"Young Master Bai..."

His tone lost its prior chill.

Rather, it held strained composure and deference.

"I don't think any enmity exists between us to warrant this pursuit."

He halted momentarily, eyeing Bai Zihan intently.

"How about we end it here?"

His voice grew milder.

"Spare me today... and I'll engrave this kindness eternally."

"I swear to return the favor."

The fiery array raged on nearby.

However, right then—

It seemed oddly trivial.

Bai Zihan raised his eyes gradually.

They fixed on Chong Sheng.

For an instant—

He stayed silent, a subtle grin forming.

"Oh?"

Bai Zihan remarked, tone laced with mock surprise.

"No grudge?"

Bai Zihan cocked his head a bit.

Then let out a light laugh.

"Didn't you declare you wouldn't let me live, dooming me like the Quan Clan?"

Chong Sheng inwardly cursed those rash words.

He dipped his head, chuckling uneasily.

"Young Master Bai, that was just nonsense from this foolish tongue."

He mustered a weak, mocking grin.

"This Chong Sheng never meant to oppose you."

His words turned even more cautious.

"Mere heat-of-the-moment outburst. Have mercy!"

He lifted his gaze steadily, scanning Bai Zihan's face.

"Should Young Master Bai agree, let's pretend none of this occurred."

The scorching array bellowed around them.

Still, its master—

Now begged like one extinguishing his own blaze.

Before Chong Sheng pressed on—

Bai Zihan interjected.

"You can forget."

His voice stayed even.

Nearly detached.

"But I can't!" Those stark words—

Plunged Chong Sheng's spirit into despair.

Icy clarity dawned.

Bai Zihan refused to relent.

Chong Sheng's fingers clenched.

Ideas spun wildly again.

Yet prior to another plan—

Bai Zihan continued.

"Though..."

He lingered a beat.

"...sparing your life remains possible."

Hope flared in Chong Sheng's eyes.

An escape!

He grasped that slim chance instantly.

"Name your demand!"

Urgency tinged his plea.

Yet assurance too.

With bargaining space—

Options abounded.

Many indeed.

Bai Zihan eyed him, smile faint.

"What do you have that might convince me to release you?"

Bai Zihan queried teasingly.

Chong Sheng replied without pause.

His face grew resolute. Assurance gleamed in his stare.

"Young Master Bai, request anything I can provide."

He advanced a pace.

His voice solidified.

"I hold many Grade-5 and higher formations."

"Beyond that—"

He paused briefly.

Then declared assuredly.

"I own Heaven-Grade techniques too."

His eyes pierced Bai Zihan's.

"If Young Master Bai desires, I'll gladly yield them."

Chong Sheng's mouth curved faintly.

He grasped their worth.

Such formations—

Rare gems even in the Desolate Heaven Empire, priceless to Bai Zihan types.

Heaven-Grade techniques?

Prized fiercely by every Sect and Clan, Bai Clan included.

No doubt—

These gifts would secure his freedom.

Bai Zihan quieted.

He dropped his sight, seemingly pondering the proposal.

Contemplation crossed his features.

Briefly—

He appeared swayed. Chong Sheng observed keenly.

Expectation stirred within.

Truthfully though—

Bai Zihan dismissed it entirely. Utterly.

Never trusted Chong Sheng's claims from the start.

A schemer so sly, brutal, grudge-bearing—

Would plot vengeance upon recovery.

Freeing him?

Merely courting a future blade.

Moreover—

Chong Sheng's touted treasures...

Held zero value for Bai Zihan.

System Store granted endless Heaven-Grade techniques, elite formations—buyable anytime. Utterly disposable.

Trivial.

After short deliberation—

Bai Zihan looked up.

His eyes met Chong Sheng's.

Then he declared.

"Do those match the worth of your life?"

Chong Sheng stiffened momentarily.

Never!

His existence—

Outweighed them vastly.

By thousandsfold.

Yet surely—

Bai Zihan remained unaware.

Or so Chong Sheng thought.

(How avaricious he is!)

The realization hit. Bai Zihan craved more, not disinterest.

Chong Sheng hid his icy glare.

(Very well! Survival demands it.)

He'd bear the cost.

Certainly—

Not without haggling.

His face hardened subtly.

Reluctance flickered across.

As though relinquishing something invaluable.

Silently—

He flicked his wrist.

The encircling formation waned.

Scorching waves ebbed.

Red symbols dissolved.

In mere breaths—

The dread Nine Infernal Sun Killing Array shut down.

Suffocating blaze lifted.

Normality resumed.

Chong Sheng approached.

Next—

He produced two artifacts.

A Grade-6 Formation Scroll.

And a Heaven-Grade Technique.

He wavered briefly, feigning torment.

Then extended them.

"Will this suffice for Young Master Bai to spare me?"

Bai Zihan accepted nonchalantly.

He unrolled the scroll first, eyes scanning contents.

Then the technique.

A quick perusal.

All genuine.

No fakes.

No schemes. Chong Sheng delivered true valuables.

Still—

Bai Zihan's demeanor stayed neutral.

No thrill. No delight.

Merely cool detachment.

He sealed the items. Gazed at Chong Sheng anew.

"And that technique?" Chong Sheng's brows knit faintly.

"What technique?" Bai Zihan's gaze sharpened subtly.

"The one from before. Evading every strike."

Quiet ensued briefly.

That move was his prime secret weapon.

Exceedingly scarce, potently mighty.

A Saint-Grade Technique!

Even top-tier among Saint-Grades.

Handing it over? Pouring oil on flames. With his potent physique, invincibility loomed.

Impossible to surrender.

Chong Sheng wore a wry grin.

"Young Master Bai, that one's unique."

He shook his head.

"Requires specific physiques to work. Useless for others, even memorized."

Sincerity rang in his voice.

Like earnest counsel.

But Bai Zihan merely regarded him.

Eyes steady, unshaken. "Hand it over."

Three curt phrases.

Zero compromise.

Chong Sheng's features froze. Moments passed—

Tension thickened once more.

He sensed it sharply.

Bai Zihan commanded.

Not requested.