Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 526 The Clown Who Challenges a Genius

Mu Linyue drew in a deep breath.

Then one more.

The fury in her gaze slowly calmed, yet the chill lingered on.

She adjusted her stance, restoring her typical poise as though the prior incident never took place.

Just a subtle rigidity in her face revealed the truth.

Her eyes moved from Bai Zihan.

Toward Mu Yuelan.

"Aunt..."

Respect filled her voice once more.

As if that earlier clash had vanished entirely.

"What has brought you here today?"

A brief hesitation.

Then-

Her glance darted to the side, touching Bai Zihan for an instant.

The implication was crystal clear.

(And what is he doing here?)

Mu Yuelan caught the hint immediately.

Her face stayed serene.

"There's nothing much."

She replied casually.

"Zihan'er wished to refine a pill, so I accompanied him here."

Silence!

For a split second, Mu Linyue couldn't figure out how to respond to that absurd reply.

Her thoughts hadn't quite absorbed it yet.

Next, her eyes bulged wide.

"...What?"

Then laughter burst from her.

"Him?"

A brief scoff of disbelief slipped out.

Followed by another.

And yet one more.

"Hahaha-!"

No holding back this time.

Pure, open scorn poured forth.

Like she'd heard the funniest nonsense ever.

The surrounding disciples stood stunned.

None dared join in the laughter.

Yet plenty dipped their heads, shoulders quivering faintly.

Obviously stifling their chuckles.

Mu Linyue pressed a hand to her mouth, attempting in vain to stifle her mirth.

"Him? Refine a pill?"

She echoed, voice quivering a bit.

Her stare roamed over Bai Zihan once more.

Top to bottom.

Like appraising him anew.

She shook her head.

Laughing still.

"This is... too much!"

Ridicule dripped from her words.

"Since when did the Young Master harbor such... grand dreams?"

Her head cocked, a sneer emerging.

"Or is this a fresh jest I haven't caught onto?"

No point concealing it now.

Her disdain stood fully exposed.

To her-

This was outrageous.

Utterly outrageous.

Bai Zihan?

Refining pills?

Like a jester claiming the emperor's seat.

Absurd!

Hilarious!

Even upholding her dignity wasn't worth it anymore.

This was just too comical.

A slight frown creased Bai Zihan's forehead.

Mu Linyue's chuckles.

Her look.

The blatant scorn.

He knew the reason well, but knowing didn't mean he'd endure it.

(Go on... laugh as much as you like.)

A subtle iciness flashed in his eyes.

(Soon... you'll be the one regretting it.)

He stayed mute.

Just remained there, composed and quiet.

As though her mockery held zero weight.

Mu Linyue slowly composed herself.

Her laughs died down.

Her features settled back.

But now-

When her eyes turned to Bai Zihan-

No rage remained.

No annoyance either.

Something worse instead.

Entertainment.

Like viewing a clueless buffoon.

"Aunt Yuelan..."

She addressed her again, voice laced with helpless incredulity.

"Are you for real?"

Her look bounced between them.

"Don't you know his alchemy skill level?"

No need to spell it out.

All present were aware.

Or so they believed.

"He'll just squander the materials."

Her tone had steadied.

Straightforward.

Though the intent cut deep.

After a short break, she continued-

"If there's a pill you require..."

Her eyes glanced at Bai Zihan momentarily.

"...just let us know."

Courtesy lingered in her words.

For she wasn't naive.

Bai Zihan's present standing.

His power.

His cultivation prowess.

All genuine.

And Mu Clan allied with Bai Clan.

As heir and future leader, Bai Zihan demanded future respect, even if her view of him stayed unchanged.

Plus, as Mu Yuelan's child.

Sharing her blood, no issue with his ask or granting it.

"If it's something we can handle, we'll craft it for you."

That fell under Mu Clan's duty.

No matter her disdain or scorn.

She wouldn't shirk it.

Mu Yuelan gave a small nod.

She shared the view, unwilling for Bai Zihan to squander effort on certain doom.

Regardless, his cultivation gifts were too vast for alchemy pursuits.

Still, Bai Zihan insisted, and she couldn't halt him.

Bai Zihan shook his head.

"I'll handle it personally."

His tone stayed steady and firm.

"No need for the Mu Clan's prized genius to bother with such a trivial task."

Mu Linyue's eyes narrowed.

She realized Bai Zihan was simply retaliating against her previous comment.

Yet, she held back her anger for the moment.

In its place, a smile appeared on her face.

"If that's how it is..."

Her voice came out gentle.

"Then Cousin ought to understand your own limits best."

She paused briefly.

"Given your alchemy aptitude, it could take a full decade just to produce a successful Grade-1 pill." "Let alone..."

A subtle curve formed on her lips.

"All the rare materials you'd squander in the process!"

Mu Linyue declared.

Bai Zihan's tolerance wore thin.

A chilling, ominous spark flickered in his gaze.

(I'll make you feel true fear...)

His fingers stirred faintly.

Maybe a childish impulse.

But it didn't matter to him.

Now armed with Grade-8 Alchemy Mastery, after all.

Compared to that, who was Mu Linyue?

Some proclaimed prodigy?

Ridiculous!

This day, he'd force her to see that against his System, no amount of talent or effort counted.

He'd settle every score from his past humiliations.

(Dare to despise this young master? Today, learn the taste of total defeat!)

Bai Zihan raised his head gradually.

His eyes locked straight onto Mu Linyue.

"Since Cousin Linyue holds such assurance..."

His tone remained even.

Almost nonchalant.

"...how about we spice things up a bit?"

Mu Linyue's eyebrows furrowed faintly.

"What are you getting at?" Bai Zihan advanced one step.

"A contest, then!"