Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 535 Mu Yuelan's World Turns Upside Down

Bai Zihan cast a quick glance at Mu Linyue.

Satisfaction surged within him, prompting an inner nod.

Just one month to elevate her from Grade-4 to Grade-5 Alchemist—

He himself couldn’t deny—

It was utterly monstrous.

Naturally, his guidance played a key role too.

Mu Linyue’s innate talent was frighteningly immense, yet without his direction, her breakthrough would have dragged on far longer.

He showed her the way, and she charged ahead on her own.

Faster than any he’d ever witnessed.

Thus, his task here was complete.

He’d achieved his goal in the Mu Clan.

Originally planning just days to gauge his skills, he lingered over a month for Mu Linyue.

Still, he viewed it as a worthwhile commitment.

Given her prodigious talent, Mu Linyue was bound to eclipse all rivals and claim alchemy’s pinnacle someday.

By that time, pills would flow endlessly to him without worry.

Now, heading back to the Bai Clan beckoned.

Yet before departing, Bai Zihan reached one last choice.

From his storage space emerged numerous Seventh Grade pill recipes.

Besides pill refining and instructing Mu Linyue, he’d devoted time to scripting those Grade-7 recipes.

Breaking into Grade-7 as an alchemist demanded more than mere talent.

More than pure skill.

Even vast resources fell short.

The decisive factor? Recipes.

Lacking a true Seventh Grade pill recipe—

No genius alchemist could cross that barrier.

Doomed to stall right there.

And that exact shortage hobbled the Mu Clan.

Talent abounded for them.

Resources overflowed.

Missing were the guiding paths.

Bai Zihan carefully selected which recipes to share, since not all suited or had ingredients available in the Desolate Heaven Empire.

Finally, he settled on 10 Grade-7 pill recipes—plenty to suffice.

Armed with them, Seventh Grade Alchemists would emerge from the Mu Clan inevitably.

Their status would soar anew.

Their reach would broaden.

Their alchemy foundation would grow even more fearsome.

After all, across the Eastern Region, only the Vermillion Pill Empire boasted Grandmaster Alchemists.

This marked his parting gift to the Mu Clan.

Mu Yuelan approached the alchemy room casually.

Bai Zihan had summoned her, so she arrived without delay.

Her hand rose to shove the door wide.

Hum—

The formation shimmered faintly upon her entry.

Within, steady flames danced.

Bai Zihan lingered by the furnace, face serene, stance at ease.

Mu Linyue faced him directly.

Intently focused.

Wholly absorbed.

Resembling a devoted disciple before her teacher.

Mu Yuelan blinked in surprise.

(When did their dynamic shift like this?)

Still, she brushed it off.

If anything, relief washed over her.

This harmony between them was unforeseen.

Considering their traits, she’d anticipated clashes.

But witnessing their alchemy collaboration felt positive.

Her eyes drifted naturally to the furnace.

Perfectly timed, Mu Linyue unveiled the lid.

A potent aroma burst forth.

Mu Yuelan’s brows twitched faintly.

(That presence...)

Mu Linyue plucked the pill from within.

Time itself seemed to halt.

Mu Yuelan’s eyes bulged wide.

Her pupils contracted sharply.

Her form froze rigid.

Lightning-struck in place.

A pill gleamed in Mu Linyue’s grasp.

Mid-tier... Fifth Grade Pill!

For an instant, Mu Yuelan doubted her vision.

Her thoughts went blank.

Her stare fixed unyieldingly on the pill.

(Mid-tier... Grade-5?)

Merely a month prior, Mu Linyue had barely entered Grade-4.

Despite her genius—

Despite her freakish insight—

Such velocity defied reason.

She scrubbed her eyes, suspecting a low-tier Grade-4 mistake.

But the sight held firm.

Meantime, Bai Zihan eyed the pill offhandedly.

Then gave a nod.

"Not bad!"

His voice stayed nonchalant.

As though no big deal.

"You've stabilized it well. Your control over the flame is better now."

A straightforward remark.

A plain affirmation.

Nothing extra.

Mu Linyue nodded back.

Her face mirrored his tranquility.

As if this outcome was routine.

As if utterly ordinary.

That poise...

That detachment...

Mu Yuelan remained rooted—

Mute.

Her mind reeling from the spectacle.

(She advanced?)

(No... Beyond mere advancement...)

(Crafting mid-tier Grade-5 pills already?)

Her fingers quivered faintly, unnoticed by her.

Bai Zihan’s gaze flickered subtly.

His gaze suddenly fell upon her.

"Oh, Mother, you've come!"

Casually he spoke, like no strange event had unfolded.

With a light wave of his hand, he gestured.

"Mu Linyue, return to your room and cultivate harder."

Without a second thought, Mu Linyue nodded.

"Alright!"

Calmly she spun around and departed—

Acting as though the recent events were utterly routine.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, Mu Yuelan's voice echoed.

"Quit pretending it's all normal!"

Bai Zihan and Mu Linyue both halted. Surprise flickered across even Bai Zihan's face. He blinked in astonishment.

"Mother, what's the matter?" he inquired, truly puzzled.

Deeply, Mu Yuelan inhaled.

Her gaze fixed firmly on Mu Linyue. "When exactly did you advance to Grade-5?"

Slightly, Mu Linyue cocked her head.

For a brief instant, she pondered.

Then—

"I can't recall precisely... Roughly a week back?"

Casually her words flowed.

Like discussing a minor trifle.

As though the precise moment held zero importance.

Mu Yuelan stood rigid.

Faintly, a vein pulsed on her brow.

(A week ago?)

A pounding ache began to build.

One hand she lifted to gently massage her temple.

Striving to compose herself.

(This girl...)

Advancing to Grade-5 Alchemist—

And dismissing it entirely?

Not bothering to report it at all?

Slowly Mu Yuelan breathed out. She compelled herself to relax.

The elders must hear about this issue.

Mu Linyue required a stern reminder.

Breakthroughs like these weren't minor affairs.

They demanded attention, not casual oversight. Moments later, her eyes finally turned. To Bai Zihan.

"What reason brought me here?"

She questioned.

No time wasted by Bai Zihan.

Simply, he lifted his hand.

In his palm materialized a pile of jade slips.

He passed them over promptly. Instinctively, Mu Yuelan took hold.

Her eyebrows knit together faintly.

"What might this be...?" A faint smile curved Bai Zihan's lips.

"Seventh Grade pill recipes!"