[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan":3,"chapter-turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-chapter-183":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},60291,84,"Chapter 183: A Debt Repaid in Blood","turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-chapter-183",183,"\u003Cp>Gasps turned into horrified silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the stunned awe of a dramatic reveal—but the raw, gut-punch kind of silence that came when reality shattered expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one—not even his enemies—had really thought he’d do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They thought he was bluffing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe a dramatic speech. A deflection. A flashy gesture to distract the crowd and regain control of the narrative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone whispered hoarsely, \"He actually did it...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another voice—shaky, disbelieving—followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He tore it out... with his bare hands...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stared at the blood dripping from his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the faint, golden-white glow of the Dao Bone pulsing in his grasp—beautiful, pure, sacred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And soaked in his own blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the wind stilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because one should know—removing a Dao Bone wasn’t just painful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was catastrophic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The act didn’t just threaten the body. It shattered one’s cultivation foundation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Made future breakthroughs nearly impossible. In many cases, it reduced one to a cripple—forever severed from the Cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might lose everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might become mortal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the warships overhead fell quiet, their thunderous engines humming low—stunned, as if witnessing something divine or deranged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Jianhong’s sneer froze mid-formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t part of their plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had expected Bai Zihan to deny, to justify, to spiral under pressure and crumble before the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Bai Zihan hadn’t done any of that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t hide. He didn’t beg. He didn’t run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He admitted his sin and ripped open his own chest in front of the entire Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now he stood there—bloody, broken, and holding the very Dao Bone they demanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hah... Hah...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of Bai Zihan’s breathing was ragged, but unwavering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood gushed down his torso, soaking his robes in crimson, as he stood in the center of the Bai Clan courtyard—chest torn open, Dao Bone in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still glowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still pulsing with divine radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It shimmered in Bai Zihan’s bloodstained grip—gleaming like it didn’t belong in this cruel, wretched world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And many in the crowd gulped unconsciously, greed flickering in their eyes at the sight of a treasure that could change their fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Was that too much?)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Zihan wondered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he overdo it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth was—he never needed to rip it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dao Bone had been stored in the System Store for a long time. He could’ve retrieved it without effort, without injury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn’t enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t just take it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to sell the illusion—make it real, make them believe. And to do that, he had to put on a show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d put his body on the line for the sake of a narrative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because once the Li and Zhao Clans learned the truth... It was only a matter of time before it went public.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might claim they’d keep their mouths shut and negotiate, but who could trust that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better to tell the world himself and on his terms as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if he could turn it into something that blunted the blow to the Bai Clan’s reputation—even better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because while he didn’t care much for reputation, he knew better than anyone:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wars were won not just with swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with public opinion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With moral high ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Li and Zhao Clans painted the Bai Clan as monsters—stealing from their own kin—then even outsiders would see their invasion as justice, not conquest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That couldn’t happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not on his watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Still... damn, it hurts!)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He winced internally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body had grown so strong that injuring it wasn’t easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d had to use real strength—real force—to even simulate the damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A half-hearted effort wouldn’t have made a scratch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he’d pulled it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A very convincing act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And by the stunned silence around him—it worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Xueqing looked at Bai Zihan in horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never—not in a thousand years—had she expected him to do this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought he, a coward, manipulator, the kind of person who would never admit to stealing the Dao Bone, let alone rip it out in front of the entire Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wouldn’t just destroy his reputation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could destroy his cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything he’d worked for—gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Xinyue stood similarly shocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after everything—after he gave up the Immortal Emperor’s Inheritance for her—she’d never imagined he would go this far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d assumed that act was his form of compensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if he already gave up the Inheritance...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then why this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he afraid of the backlash?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She doubted that. The Bai Zihan she remembered never cared what others thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bai Zihan... just what are you thinking?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t see through him, not then and certainly not now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried to understand him, tried to grasp what he wanted, tried to help him but never really seemed to achieve any of that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So this is Bai Zihan... never expected him to be this ruthless.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah! Doesn’t he fear what his enemies will do once he’s powerless? He might even lose his heir position.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Still... I respect him. To admit his mistake—and undo it with his own hands...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The onlookers whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even those who hated him had to admit—they admired his guts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And more than that... they feared him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such ruthlessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such cold resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One could only wonder what he might have become—what kind of monster or legend he could’ve been—if he hadn’t destroyed himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Zhao Wutian couldn’t deny it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the outcome was unexpected... Perhaps it was better this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because someone like Bai Zihan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left unchecked?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left to grow?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might’ve become something far worse than they could ever deal with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A dangerous man,\" Zhao Wutian muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good thing he ruined himself first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew that now that he had taken out the Dao Bone, there was no future left for Bai Zihan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bai Zihan they once knew—was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is the Dao Bone I stole from my cousin, Bai Xinyue, when she was still young. Because of this, she suffered greatly... and was even exiled from the Bai Clan because of it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Tianheng looked at his son, stunned by his actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now this...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had always believed Bai Zihan was not at fault—that it was all the result of his wife’s misguided decisions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Zihan knew that too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet... he still made it seem like he was the one who orchestrated the whole thing, taking all the blame onto himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Wife... if only you had trusted our son. His future might’ve shone even brighter.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I admit I wronged her,\" Bai Zihan continued. \"And I owe her more than I can ever repay. This—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held up the Dao Bone, blood still dripping from his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—is just a small part of the justice she deserves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1111,"2026-05-28T18:17:14.491Z","2026-06-01T04:28:34.960Z",1,"novelbin.me","a1799e53f74d40b3d460343dd3c1bff4f89b432cc6d61e9f08e96b58677bbf81","turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-chapter-184","turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-chapter-182",580,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fturns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-cover.jpg"]