[{"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-271":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},60129,84,"Chapter 271 Semi-Final Ends!","turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-chapter-271",271,"\u003Cp>Nie Fengzhuo steadied his breath, the faint sting in his arm betraying the force of their last clash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze fell on Chu Ziyan-still standing, eyes sharp as a drawn blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn't fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't underestimated her-not once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the beginning, he had treated her as a worthy opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet... this wasn't what he expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By all logic, she should have crumbled already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her strikes had been sharp, yes. Her control was refined, yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But compared to the sheer weight of his attack, she was supposed to break. And yet she endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his Absolute Severance, a Heavenly Technique that had ended stronger opponents, had only managed to force her back five steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five steps!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While he himself was pushed back 3 steps!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nie Fengzhuo's eyes narrowed, the faintest flicker of respect flashing across them before hardening again into steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is becoming much more difficult than I anticipated,\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought he had already grasped the strength of his competitors, but it seemed he was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that realization did not shake him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd's roars faded into the background, drowned out by the sound of his own heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nie Fengzhuo shifted his stance, black sword raised once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air around him grew heavy, oppressive, as if the stage itself recognized his resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips parted, his voice low and cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Endure if you can. But know this-\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A surge of sword intent erupted from him, fierce and domineering, tearing across the arena like a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"-I will not allow anyone to stand in my way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward, each stride carrying unstoppable momentum, his aura pressing down like an unyielding tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Ziyan's eyes flashed in defiance, her sword lifting to meet him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next exchange was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slash! Slash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two began their exchange once again. Despite expending much of their Qi, they still fought as if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Ziyan was visibly being pushed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slash! Slash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stage blazed with steel and fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither paused, neither gave quarter-each strike answered by another, each wound avenged in the very next breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood sprayed across the stone tiles as Nie Fengzhuo's blade bit into Chu Ziyan's shoulder, tearing through her barrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She staggered half a step-yet before he could press further, her sword flashed like lightning, cutting a shallow line across his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd gasped as the two separated briefly, blood dripping from fresh wounds-only to hurl themselves forward again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No rest. Only fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clash of their blades rang like thunder, sparks cascading around them like meteors. Sword intent howled, shredding the air and gouging deep scars into the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour passed-yet still, they fought relentlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience held their breath for as long as they could, hands clenched until knuckles turned white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dared blink, afraid they would miss the instant victory was decided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But time left its marks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both were visibly exhausted, their bodies painted in blood, clothes shredded by countless exchanges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every breath came ragged, every movement fueled only by will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, one glance made the truth clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Ziyan was worse off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her arm trembled with each swing, her once-fiery aura dimming, flickering like\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a candle battered by the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her sword strikes were fierce, but the sharp edge of her technique dulled under fatigue and blood loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nie Fengzhuo was far from unscathed-his chest burned from her cut, his left leg bore a slash that slowed his footing-but his stance remained steadier, his\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>breathing more controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The difference was subtle to the untrained eye. But to cultivators, it was\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>glaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chu Ziyan, surrender. Our exchange has already proven it-I am stronger. Continuing is meaningless!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Ziyan spat blood onto the ground, her lips curling into a defiant snarl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Meaningless? Hah... Perhaps, but not to me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words struck harder than any sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nie Fengzhuo's brows drew together, a mix of admiration and frustration flashing in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip tightened, veins standing out along his forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tch... why must I face such an opponent?\" he muttered under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Jin Yuanzhan previously, and now Chu Ziyan-both refusing to yield\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>despite the difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he couldn't say he didn't understand their sentiment, for he too had his reasons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, for a second, his gaze flickered toward Bai Xueqing, who by now was\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>visibly worried about Chu Ziyan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tch! I wanted to save it for last!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked visibly frustrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But it seems I have no choice!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nie Fengzhuo's breath grew heavy, his grip on the black sword tightening until\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his knuckles whitened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest rose and fell like a storm contained in flesh, his Qi surging restlessly as if demanding release.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cut across his chest still throbbed, the ache of fatigue pulling at his limbs- but none of that mattered now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced once more at Chu Ziyan, still standing despite the crimson staining her robes, and at Bai Xueqing beyond the stage, whose gaze was locked on her\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>with visible concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jaw clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had wanted to save it for last-for Bai Xueqing, for the moment when it\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>mattered most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this stubborn woman had dragged him to the edge, and he could no longer\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>afford hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep growl rumbled in his throat as his aura suddenly ignited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground beneath his feet cracked in an instant, webbing with fissures as an invisible pressure poured out of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"-Heaven-Rending Breakthrough!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At once, Nie Fengzhuo's Qi flared, expanding wildly until it devoured the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dantian pulsed violently, his cultivation erupting to new heights as his aura surged beyond its usual limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His realm-normally sitting comfortably in the mid-stage Soul Formation Realm -now blazed, climbing furiously until it reached the peak of Soul Formation\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A violent storm of sword intent spun around him, sharp winds howling as if countless invisible blades slashed the very air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His long hair whipped in the pressure, his black robes snapping like banners in\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a hurricane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black sword in his hand quivered, trembling with suppressed power, before stabilizing as his overflowing energy merged seamlessly into the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience staggered back, shielding themselves against the suffocating wave of intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He... He boosted his cultivation!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's not a simple technique-it's something that burns away his Qi reserves!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nie Fengzhuo... he was hiding something like this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the elders in the viewing stands narrowed their eyes, recognizing the risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strength he had drawn out was terrifying, but so too was the cost-once expended, it would leave him weakened, unable to unleash it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nie Fengzhuo's expression was grim, shadowed by cold determination. \"This is not what I wanted,\" he muttered, voice low, carried by the storm. \"But you left me no choice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze locked onto Chu Ziyan, sharp as a blade point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, his foot slammed against the stage, shattering the tiles beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, his figure vanished into a blur of black lightning, his sword descending with a force that could tear mountains apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Ziyan's eyes widened as Nie Fengzhuo's aura crashed down on her like a collapsing mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That pressure-it was suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She staggered back instinctively, her sword arm trembling under the weight of his next blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang! Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(So he's been hiding this all along...)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her teeth clenched as sparks erupted between their blades, the shockwaves rattling her bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every strike carried the might of a cultivator a realm higher than he should have been able to reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body screamed at her to falter, to collapse. But she didn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(No-I can't... not here. I have to prove it. I have to prove I am worthy of standing beside him.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although even the title of Dragon and Phoenix Champion might not be enough to stand beside Bai Zihan, it was still a step forward-still something worth grasping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steel rang, again and again, but now it was a desperate rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She no longer had room to counterattack-each strike was heavier than the last, and every inch she gave was stolen permanently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her defensive barriers splintered one after another, Qi scattering like torn silk threads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her arms grew numb, her fingers raw from the impact vibrating down her sword. Her legs faltered as fissures spread beneath her heels with each retreating step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nie Fengzhuo's black sword howled, storming down relentlessly, his eyes locked on her with grim determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slash! Slash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each cut tore deeper into her defenses until finally, one blow cleaved through her guard entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her sword nearly slipped from her grasp, her shoulder splitting open as blood misted into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She coughed violently, crimson dripping from her lips. Still, she refused to let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd fell into stunned silence-watching not Nie Fengzhuo's dominance, but her stubborn, desperate resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But willpower alone could not turn back an avalanche.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her aura flickered like a guttering flame, every movement slower than the last. She wanted to fight, to claw back the momentum, to prove herself-but under that relentless storm, her body betrayed her resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nic Fengzhuo's final downward strike came like a judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her sword rose shakily, but her strength had already been drained away. The blow hammered down, shattering her guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her knees buckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally-she collapsed onto the cracked stage, her sword clattering from her grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasps erupted across the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee appeared at once, stepping between them, raising a hand. His voice boomed across the stage:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Winner-Nie Fengzhuo!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nie Fengzhuo stood tall, chest heaving, his black sword dripping with the aura\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>of victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his gaze lingered on Chu Ziyan's fallen figure, and for just a moment, the steel in his eyes softened-replaced with something closer to respect. Before the echoes faded, a flash of crimson light streaked across the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ziyan!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Xueqing was already kneeling beside her, arms steadying Chu Ziyan's trembling body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes brimmed with urgency, but her hands moved swiftly, producing a lustrous jade bottle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From it, she drew out a Grade-5 healing pill-gleaming with dense spiritual\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Take this!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pressed it gently to Chu Ziyan's lips. The pill melted the instant it touched her tongue, dissolving into streams of pure vitality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wounds that had been gaping only breaths before began to knit together, bleeding slowed, and the pallor of her face warmed with returning color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A weak cough escaped her, followed by a strained breath. Slowly, her eyelids fluttered open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I... lost...\" Chu Ziyan whispered, voice hoarse. The weight of that truth pressed against her chest heavier than any wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing that made her better was that Bai Zihan was not here to see her\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>pitiful state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, she was a bit sad but now she felt relieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Xueqing's jaw tightened, but she didn't answer. She only clasped Chu Ziyan's\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>hand firmly, a silent promise that her efforts had not been meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes lifted-and met Nie Fengzhuo's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood at the opposite end of the stage, his aura still rolling with the aftershocks of his unleashed power, his black sword dripping faint traces of energy like a predator that had just tasted blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gazes locked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air between them tightened, the crowd sensing it instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was it. The final battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Xueqing Vs Nie Fengzhuo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clash that would decide the Dragon and Phoenix Champion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also where their grudge would be settled once and for all.\u003C\u002Fp>",1891,"2026-05-28T18:17:14.492Z","2026-06-01T04:28:34.960Z",1,"novelbin.me","040de33bad284ef1a85c5b8aab861aeee18f9747e2db7a2fe3eb385b0a1e3d97","turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-chapter-272","turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-chapter-270",580,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fturns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-cover.jpg"]