Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 529 The Result Is Already Decided

Both competitors had reached the concluding phase of Pill Refinement.

Flames inside their furnaces started to shift.

First faintly, then more evidently.

The medicinal aroma hanging in the air grew thicker.

More abundant!

Heavier!

This marked the ultimate phase.

Pill formation.

In the hall opposite, Mu Linyue kept a serene and concentrated look.

Her hands danced in exact patterns.

Her Qi streamed like a constant river, directing each process inside the furnace.

All ingredients had merged long ago.

Now, only refinement to perfection lingered.

Her flames grew a touch fiercer.

Then eased.

Then held steady.

Each shift proved impeccable.

This represented the last procedure!

A subtle radiance started collecting in her furnace.

Golden.

Pristine.

Indicating superior refinement quality.

Meanwhile, Bai Zihan's furnace had arrived at the identical phase as hers.

This fact alone stunned all observers.

"He truly progressed this far?"

"No blast?"

"No chaos?"

"That can't be..."

By this point, numerous spectators expected an explosion from the random ingredients tossed into the furnace.

Indeed, mismatched ingredients carried a high risk of furnace explosion.

Yet no such event occurred, and Bai Zihan proceeded into the Pill Formation phase.

Energy churned wildly within the furnace.

The blend quivered.

Several disciples' faces shifted abruptly.

"It's happening!"

"Too bad! Failure looms."

"Excessive energy—he can't manage it!"

However, Bai Zihan's face remained unchanged, instead lighting up with thrill.

This formed part of the procedure, and he precisely knew his course.

His palm touched the furnace gently.

And his Qi poured forth.

Not in frenzy.

But with total accuracy.

Resembling threads.

Myriad unseen threads threading through turmoil.

Restraining!

Steering!

Imposing structure on anarchy.

The quaking within the furnace eased.

Then steadied.

The disciples' eyes bulged in astonishment.

Energy kept condensing.

Until a gentle noise resounded.

Hummm!

A brilliance erupted outward.

Unlike the standard color of Grade-3 pills.

Bai Zihan withdrew his palm.

Flames extinguished at once.

Hush descended!

Next, he unsealed the furnace.

A slender trail of scented vapor ascended.

And inside lay one solitary pill.

Gleaming.

Perfectly round.

Flawless.

Its exterior bore delicate yet deep markings.

He retrieved it steadily and grasped it.

Then pivoted.

Displaying it pinched between fingers.

For all to witness.

Hush!

Total hush.

Not a soul uttered a word.

Not a soul stirred.

"This..."

"What's that?"

"No Grade-3 pill I recognize..."

"I sense this pill surpasses Grade-3 strength!"

Puzzlement swept through swiftly.

Even veteran disciples knitted brows intensely.

Straining to recognize it.

But no one succeeded.

A voice then shattered the quiet.

"Zihan'er!"

Mu Yuelan advanced.

Her face lost its composure.

Her gaze clung to the pill in his grasp, intense and grave.

Nearly incredulous.

"...that pill..."

A brief hesitation.

Her spiritual sense swept it again.

Verifying.

"...it's not Grade-3."

The declaration landed with weight.

Many assumed it a botched pill or inferior item, explaining the unfamiliarity.

Mu Yuelan's statement seemed to validate those notions—initially.

Mu Yuelan's tone dipped marginally.

"It has advanced to Grade-4."

Hush!

Then—

Chaos erupted. "Grade-4?! Impossible!"

"That's absurd!"

"Using those ingredients?!"

"No chance—!"

Most refused belief, even from Mu Yuelan's lips.

All Bai Zihan's ingredients ranked Grade-3 or lower.

Such ingredients lacked sufficient Qi for a Grade-4 pill. Moreover, Bai Zihan handled the refinement, so disbelief persisted in his Grade-4 prowess.

Mu Yuelan fixed her stare on Bai Zihan.

Her tone held unusual eagerness. "What sort of pill is it?"

Every gaze swung to him.

Bai Zihan remained poised.

As though the events unfolded utterly routinely.

He eyed the pill briefly.

Then declared.

"Spirit Meridian Tempering Pill!"

The title rang out gently.

Strange.

Obscure.

He pressed on.

"It fortifies and widens the meridians."

"A Grade-3 variant merely hones Qi pathways a bit..."

A short lull.

He raised the pill marginally.

"But this version—"

His look stayed firm.

"—directly bolsters meridians and boosts Qi flow volume."

Further lull.

"Valuable for shattering bottlenecks below the Soul Formation Realm."

Hush!

Not due to the pill's potency, but because the displayed item truly qualified as Grade-4.

Mu Yuelan froze in place.

Her eyes riveted on her son.

Shock!

Pride!

Confusion!

All emotions intertwined.

Her lips parted slightly—

Yet no words escaped.

She had originally intended to dissuade Bai Zihan from the path of Alchemy, but after

witnessing this, what could she possibly say?

Already a Grade-4 Alchemist before turning twenty. Calling him a genius was a gross understatement. Perhaps only Mu Linyue could rival

Bai Zihan.

A heavy silence hung in the air. For what they had just beheld—

Had utterly demolished every belief they held.

A Grade-4 pill. Forged... from mere Grade-3 ingredients.

And crucially—crafted by Bai Zihan.

The very Bai Zihan who recently couldn't properly identify herbs.

A fresh wave of shock surged through the crowd.

This time, no mockery remained. Just pure disbelief.

"This... this is real, right?"

"I'm not dreaming?"

"A Grade-4 pill... he truly refined a Grade-4 pill..."

Voices quivered.

Some disciples gaped in a daze.

Others frantically rubbed their eyes.

As though wishing the sight ahead would shift.

But it stayed the same.

The pill lingered in Bai Zihan's grasp.

Exuding an aura none dared refute.

Suddenly, someone recalled.

"There's still Senior Sister Linyue!" That one remark jolted everyone awake.

Myriad eyes whipped around.

To the second furnace.

To Mu Linyue.

Indeed.

This remained a contest.

Mu Linyue hadn't unveiled her pill yet.

Still, many believed waiting pointless. "Even if Senior Sister Linyue succeeds..."

"...it's still just a Grade-3 pill."

"At best, top Grade-3."

"What's the use?"

...

Truly, no rivalry or tension survived. The instant Bai Zihan produced a Grade-4 pill, victory was sealed!