Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 524 I Want To Refine A Pill

A gentle breeze whistled through the boundless heavens as the void tore apart. Bai Zihan emerged from its depths.

His garments billowed faintly before calming down, his silhouette dropping from the shattered emptiness onto the well-known territories of the Mu Clan.

He skipped the Bai Clan entirely and headed straight for the Mu Clan, all for one straightforward reason—to experiment with his newly acquired Grandmaster Alchemist ability.

Bai Zihan's eyes scanned the clan grounds swiftly.

Majestic mountains, winding rivers, and vast areas brimmed with the subtle aroma of medicinal herbs and spirit plants.

Endless tiers of spirit herbs stretched into the distance, shimmering softly beneath the sun's rays.

Crystal-clear streams meandered softly amid them, infused with hints of healing properties.

In the valley's core rose graceful buildings. In contrast to the Bai Clan's imposing aura, this spot radiated serenity.

The Mu Clan!

Bai Zihan's stare paused briefly.

Then he advanced.

The second he breached the perimeter, multiple silhouettes materialized in a flash.

They failed to detect his approach.

Yet the moment he stepped in, awareness struck them.

A squad of Mu Clan disciples rushed over.

Their faces changed upon clearly spotting him.

Recognition dawned.

Followed by deference.

"Young Master Bai!"

They bent low in salute.

Their demeanor was courteous—nearly worshipful.

After all, despite the Mu Clan's autonomy, they depended greatly on the Bai Clan.

And Bai Zihan was a figure they dared not provoke.

Besides, Bai Zihan carried Mu Clan blood and commanded respect even without the Bai surname.

Furthermore, tales of his feats against the Demonic Forces had spread far.

Everyone knew his power surpassed the entire Mu Clan, even his mother.

Bai Zihan gave a faint nod.

"I'm here to see my mother."

Bai Zihan stated.

The disciples nodded at once.

"Of course, Young Master!"

One advanced with utmost respect.

"Let us escort you within."

No time was wasted.

Bai Zihan trailed behind.

As they ventured further into the valley, additional Mu Clan members spotted his presence.

Some halted their tasks.

Others offered slight bows as he went by.

Murmurs rippled softly.

Deference.

Intrigue.

A touch of reverence.

The deeper in they traveled, the denser the spiritual energy grew.

The herbal scent intensified, nearly palpable.

"This way, Young Master."

The disciple indicated politely.

***

Tranquility reigned in the inner pavilion.

A delicate incense wafted through the air, merging perfectly with the surrounding spirit herb aromas enveloping the residence.

The design was sophisticated yet understated—each element polished, every curve intentional.

Bai Zihan sat comfortably.

A petite jade table sat before him, where a servant had moments ago set down a freshly steeped pot of spirit tea.

Thin vapors rose lazily, bearing a soothing aroma that gently eased the meridians.

He sipped the tea leisurely, biding his time.

The wait proved brief.

A wave of aura neared—mild, yet deep.

Then a presence filled the doorway.

Mu Yuelan!

Her gaze fixed on Bai Zihan—

It sparkled instantly.

"Zihan'er!"

Joy rang clear in her voice.

In a heartbeat, she entered, her typical poise cracking just a fraction.

"You're here."

Her eyes roamed over him, inspecting closely, almost on reflex.

Then a smile bloomed.

"Good... good!"

Her tone warmed, brimming with contentment.

"I've heard everything."

Her eyes gleamed softly.

"You've done splendidly. And your cultivation..."

Disbelief hit her as she probed Bai Zihan's cultivation level.

Peak Void Refinement Realm!

It nearly matched her own, and astonishingly, just two years back, he lingered at Core Formation Stage.

"Peak Void Refinement Realm! Zihan'er, you've toiled immensely! In the Desolate Heaven Empire, no, across the world, none rival your genius." Her praise flowed freely, pure delight shining through.

This was her child.

Bai Zihan held her look steadily.

No outward response to the acclaim.

Yet he didn't dismiss it either.

Mu Yuelan quickly composed herself.

She settled opposite him, curiosity flickering in her features.

"You didn't visit solely to see me, right?"

Her voice stayed soft, but assured.

A person like Bai Zihan, son or not, never journeyed without purpose.

Bai Zihan affirmed with a nod.

"I need an alchemy room."

Straightforward, without pause.

"I intend to concoct some pills."

Silence fell!

For an instant, Mu Yuelan just gazed at him.

Her face stiffened a touch.

"...You wish to refine pills?"

Clear astonishment laced her words.

Recollections flooded back immediately.

Once, before Bai Zihan's cultivation prowess emerged...

When he shunned training, she had nudged him toward alchemy.

Backed by her guidance and the Mu Clan's resources, he could have excelled even without summits.

But disaster struck.

He struggled to distinguish herbs.

His Qi manipulation faltered.

Even basic processes crumbled halfway.

Worse, he displayed zero enthusiasm.

Not mere disinterest.

Revulsion! He outright loathed alchemy.

Thus, she abandoned the idea. With parents like her and Bai Tianheng, such a route proved unnecessary.

Yet now, that very individual sat across, declaring calmly his intent to refine pills.

A faint smile tugged at Mu Yuelan's lips, amusement glinting.

"You're jesting, right?"

Her voice stayed playful.

"If you require pills, simply name them."

She gestured dismissively.

"I'll craft them for you myself. No need for your involvement."

To her, it seemed pointless.

With Bai Zihan's staggering cultivation talent now evident, shifting attention to alchemy felt misguided.

Even prodigal.

"I'll handle it personally."

His tone remained steady, resolute, immovable.

Mu Yuelan's look faltered briefly.

"...Zihan'er."

Her voice gentled, laced with worry.

"Your cultivation ascent is fresh. Don't divide your efforts now."

"Alchemy demands more than casual pursuit."

She eyed him intently.

"You didn't even-"

She cut short.

Didn't even what?

Lack talent? Fail every attempt?

But she held back. Bai Zihan locked eyes firmly. "No issues will arise. Just believe in me."

As though it were a minor errand.

"Here's a deal: Let me attempt one pill. If I fail, I won't mention it again."

Bai Zihan proposed assuredly.

With his Grade-8 Alchemy mastery, concern was needless.

Mu Yuelan quieted.

She observed him closely.

This time, his earnestness registered.

No prank.

After several breaths—

Mu Yuelan sighed lightly.

"Fine!"

She relented.

Not from full approval—

But sheer intrigue. "If you're so determined..."

She rose gracefully.

"I'll ready an alchemy room for you."

Her gaze held his a beat longer.

"And I'll observe."

Curiosity now sparked.

She pivoted toward the exit.

"Come along!"

Bai Zihan stood silently.

The tea sat abandoned.

As the pair departed the pavilion, subtle anticipation stirred.

***

Mu Yuelan avoided her personal alchemy chamber.

She guided him instead to the area for novice alchemists' pill forging.

Shortly, a spacious hall appeared.

Not opulent, yet alive with activity.

Neat lines of alchemy furnaces filled the space, all in use. Disciples attended them intently—some portioning herbs precisely, others tending the fires under their vessels.

This served as the standard alchemy hall.

For learners.

Or those whose prowess hadn't earned solitude.

"Here," Mu Yuelan announced evenly.

"This space serves Grade-3 alchemists and lower."

Within the Mu Clan, Grade-4 attainment alone granted private rooms for the talented.

For the rest, this sufficed.

Bai Zihan's vision swept the hall.

One look captured it all.

Herb choices.

Flame mastery.

Qi pulses.

Ordinary to them.

Riddled with errors to him.

Yet he stayed mute. As Mu Yuelan entered—

The air transformed. Eyes swiveled.

"Lady Mu..."

"Lady Mu Yuelan!"

Admiration filled every look.

Some even stood taller, wary of flaws in her sight.

Among the youths, particularly the women—

Their gazes ignited with reverence.

Mu Yuelan transcended mere elder status.

She inspired awe. A Master Alchemist risen young.

A female who climbed via pure ability and wisdom.

And more, she wed Bai Tianheng.

The Bai Clan Leader. Desolate Heaven Empire's mightiest clan.

To them, she epitomized triumph.

Elegance!

Might!

Prestige!

She possessed all a woman could desire!