[{"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-270":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},60128,84,"Chapter 270 Chu Ziyan Vs Nie Fengzhuo!","turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-chapter-270",270,"\u003Cp>The crowd was still roaring from Shui Lian'er's concession when silence fell abruptly, like a flame smothered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes shifted back to Bai Xueqing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not bask in glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her sword lowered slowly, but the tension in her shoulders betrayed her mood. Her lips curled-not in triumph, but in dissatisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Tch!)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Xueqing's pale-blue eyes flickered with a cold, unyielding light as she looked at Shui Lian'er, who stood calm and composed even in defeat. It galled her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That illusion-had forced her to face something she did not wish to. Even if only for a fleeting instant, Shui Lian'er had made her falter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, before she could repay it in full-before she could exact the price- Shui Lian'er had simply surrendered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite being victorious, it didn't feel like one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Xueqing scoffed and without sparing Shui Lian'er another glance, she sheathed her sword in a sharp motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her figure turned, cold and aloof, the faintest trace of disdain in her posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd's cheers resumed in waves, but Bai Xueqing ignored them all, striding toward the edge of the stage with steady, unhurried steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The echoes of her battle still lingered in the air-her cold figure imprinted in the minds of every spectator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet before the excitement could fade, the referee's voice rang out again, sharp and commanding:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The second semifinal match-Chu Ziyan of the Heaven Sword Sect Vs Nie Fengzhuo of the Nie Clan!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena shook with another eruption of cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Bai Xueqing versus Shui Lian'er had been a clash of prodigies and mystique, this next match carried a different weight entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark Horse against Dark Horse!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two names that, before the Dragon and Phoenix Competition, few would have place in the same sentence as Bai Xueqing or Lei Zhensheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet round after round, they had silenced doubts with overwhelming strength, carving their way into the semifinals without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, they stood across from one another on the grand stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd roared with anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would rise?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though indirectly connected by tangled threads of fate, the two regarded each other with detached calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Chu Ziyan, Nie Fengzhuo was nothing more than her best friend's ex-fiancé -someone she neither hated nor loved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Nie Fengzhuo, Chu Ziyan was merely Bai Zihan's fiancée. Nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might have relished humiliating her had she been one of those disciples who followed Bai Xueqing and mocked him. But Chu Ziyan wasn't one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No bitterness. No grudge. No weight of history between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one reality remained:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To win, one must cut down the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee's hand fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Begin!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant the word fell, neither side hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steel rang out, sharp and resounding-\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two figures blurred into motion, closing the distance with terrifying speed. Their swords met in a dazzling explosion of sparks, the shockwave rippling across the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no testing of the waters. No slow build-up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the very first strike, both Chu Ziyan and Nie Fengzhuo unleashed killing intent as sharp as their blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Ziyan's sword light cut upward like a crescent moon, refined and precise, every motion honed to perfection by the Heaven Sword Sect's supreme sword\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her sword aura was cold, disciplined, and ruthless-like an executioner who had no need for wasted movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nie Fengzhuo answered with raw, overwhelming power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His black sword swung down like a collapsing mountain, his strikes carrying explosive force that shattered the ground beneath their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each swing was a storm, seeking to crush rather than slice, but his control was flawless an unyielding balance between brute strength and measured intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second clash shook the arena, their auras colliding head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Ziyan's refined sword intent bent like water but refused to break, while Nie Fengzhuo's domineering momentum pressed forward like a tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Crimson Petal Tempest!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nine Desolations Tyrant Sword!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stage quaked as both cultivators roared their powerful techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crimson gale erupted from Chu Ziyan's blade, blossoms of scarlet light\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>scattering like countless petals caught in a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each fragment spun with deadly sharpness, weaving together into a spiraling tempest of sword qi that slashed from every angle at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was beautiful, yet merciless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opposing it, Nie Fengzhuo's aura surged like a collapsing sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His black-golden sword cleaved downward, and in that instant, the phantom of Nine Desolations unfurled behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mountains cracked, seas churned, lightning raged, and storms howled-all illusions of intent, yet heavy enough to make the spectators' hearts tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blade roared with tyrannical might, as if every swing could erase the\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>heavens themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two techniques collided. Crimson petals shredded against a wall of violent qi, scattering into sparks of light, while the ground split open in jagged lines beneath their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storm of force lashed outward, tearing apart protective formations around the stage and forcing weaker cultivators in the stands to stagger back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Ziyan's eyes narrowed. Her petals flowed seamlessly, adjusting, weaving, redirecting the sword art of one who wasted no motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Nie Fengzhuo's answer was unrelenting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each sweep of his blade tore through her storm like a beast rampaging through\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a forest, forcing her backward step by step. His sword did not dance; it\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>conquered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang! Clang! Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steel rang again and again, sparks raining as their sword lights carved arcs of\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>red and gold across the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Ziyan's blade curved, finding small openings, slipping past the flood of power to graze his guard-but Nie Fengzhuo simply took the hits, his body hard as iron, his swings wider and heavier with each exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a duel of styles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One domineering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And neither willing to yield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spectators held their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't a probing exchange-it was war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Neither is holding back...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is what the Dragon and Phoenix Competition should look like!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the start, the audience got what they wanted: a fierce clash between two\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>powerful competitors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No tricks. No mystery. Just pure swordsmanship and strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both had shown why they deserved to stand in the finals-perhaps even to\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>seize the title of champion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet what the audience thought was the climax... was only the warm-up for the\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>two prodigy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(He is also in the Mid Soul Formation Realm!)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Ziyan's eyes narrowed as the realization struck her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been only speculation until now, but that exchange confirmed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She herself stood proudly in the Mid Soul Formation Realm, yet what unsettled\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her was not his cultivation-but his growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two years ago, Nie Fengzhuo had been nothing more than a Qi Gathering\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stage. And yet, here he stood, matching her blow for blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for a certain someone, Chu Ziyan might have felt truly shaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she remembered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Bai Zihan-the monster who left her with a suffocating sense of\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>powerlessness while facing Bai Xinyue, a Spirit Severing Realm-Nie Fengzhuo was merely... normal like her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Formidable, yes. Exceptional, yes. But not overwhelming as others make it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her confidence surged, honed by her own growth over the past year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice rang out, cold and resolute:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heaven Severing Tide!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same attack that had shaken earth and sky, the very technique that\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>brought Lei Zhensheng's downfall, erupted forth once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nie Fengzhuo's eyes hardened. That move carried no less weight than the\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavenly Technique his own master had taught him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not underestimate it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Absolute Severance!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His black sword howled as his strongest technique flared to life, a sharp,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>merciless force that promised to tear apart all it touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two Heavenly Techniques-rare beyond measure, unattainable for most in their lifetime-were now clashing head-on before tens of thousands of stunned witnesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena seemed to freeze in that instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ocean met abyss. Tide met severance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The detonation that followed shook the heavens themselves. Shockwaves ripped outward, battering the barrier with such force that even\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Formation Masters paled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They scrambled into action, pouring their qi to reinforce the trembling light\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>screens before they shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground shrieked in protest, splintering as cracks tore jagged paths across the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light flared, blinding, swallowing everything in its brilliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then-\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the radiance faded, the two figures reemerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both stood, blades still in hand. Then-step. Step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The backlash forced them apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Ziyan slid back five meters, her boots grinding against the stone, leaving\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>deep furrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nie Fengzhuo staggered three steps before regaining his balance, his stance\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>firm once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The difference was small. Two meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at this level, such a margin was decisive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd exploded into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They're equal!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No-look closer! She was forced back farther!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nie Fengzhuo's sword suppressed hers!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Excited gasps and frenzied shouts thundered across the arena, reverberating\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>like rolling waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet on the stage itself, the two combatants ignored it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Ziyan's crimson aura surged once more, her eyes sharp and unwavering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nie Fengzhuo's grip tightened around his hilt, his Qi growing ever powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One exchange had already drawn the line between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But neither had reached their limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The true battle was only beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>",1508,"2026-05-28T18:17:14.492Z","2026-06-01T04:28:34.960Z",1,"novelbin.me","393f283f7b8285bfd0877dc44f79d447074436fca52aea779617ea17f59f8901","turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-chapter-271","turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-chapter-269",580,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fturns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-cover.jpg"]