[{"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-398":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},60556,84,"Chapter 398 398: War of Attrition, War of Schemes","turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-chapter-398",398,"\u003Cp>As Bai Ren expected, the fight didn't become one where he dominated and defeated the Half-Qilin like many Righteous Cultivators had hoped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, it dragged on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brutal, grinding exchange where neither side could afford recklessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Half-Qilin attacked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its movements were still overwhelming—each step cracking the land, each swipe carrying enough force to shatter mountains—but it no longer advanced with the same unchecked dominance as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its eyes never left Bai Ren's sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every strike it unleashed carried restraint, trying to avoid getting hit by Bai Ren's sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It avoided overcommitting, wary of exposing itself to another clean hit from the Saint-Grade blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, its injuries had yet to recover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't understand why, but it knew the sword possessed some kind of ability that prevented it from healing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still then, Half-Qilin was able to overwhelm the three of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure was immense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even blocking indirect shockwaves sent pain rippling through Bai Ren's arms and meridians despite having Saint-Grade Sword and multiple Heaven-Grade Artifacts equipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood seeped from his lips again and again as he forced himself to remain steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him—Zhao Wujin and Yu Xuande were faring no better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their auras fluctuated violently, injuries worsening with each exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wujin's Qi was running low after using Heaven-Grade techniques so many times, his face pale as death as he repeatedly reinforced suppression techniques just to slow the Half-Qilin for brief instants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xuande also couldn't proactively help like before, as most of his Heaven-Grade defensive artifacts had been broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One more solid hit and he might as well die. Though he didn't stop supporting Bai Ren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were clearly suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet—The Half-Qilin was not overwhelming them as it should have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time it pressed forward, Bai Ren was there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saint-Grade Sword flashed again and again—with precise, relentless cuts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not all of them landed cleanly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But every time the blade bit into flesh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The damage stayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Small wounds accumulated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shallow gashes refused to close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when the Half-Qilin forcibly circulated its Qi to regenerate, the scars left by the sword resisted, disrupting the flow within its body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its breathing grew heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its aura, once vast and suffocating, began to waver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The decline was subtle—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Half-Qilin realized it as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its expression darkened with every failed regeneration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each injury dragged down its strength, little by little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Bai Ren was reaching his limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip tightened until his knuckles turned white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every swing sent tremors through his arms, but he did not stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he held the sword—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Half-Qilin could not act freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fragile one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield became a war of attrition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Ren's group was battered, bleeding, barely holding together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Half-Qilin was no longer invincible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its strength was steadily declining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time was no longer on its side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Bai Ren and his group was taking care of Half-Qilin, an equally important and decisive battle was also taking place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG! CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Looks like your Bai Clan has managed to acquire some troublesome artifact,\" Mó Zūn said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he had thought would be an easy victory was turning out to be far more difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, the inexplicable increase in the Bai Clan's strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, they even possessed a Saint-Grade Sword—one capable of permanently injuring the Half-Qilin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no longer as favorable as he had anticipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Chu laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was calm, steady, and filled with quiet confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You could say that we, the Bai Clan, have been blessed,\" Bai Chu said, glancing at Mó Zūn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then continued,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But what I find more curious is this,\" he said, turning his gaze fully toward Mó Zūn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How did you manage to cooperate with the Half-Qilin?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sounds of battle below filled the pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know,\" he went on, his voice calm but sharp,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"even if you somehow win here—if you truly manage to wipe us out—what then?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured subtly toward the Half-Qilin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Demonic Beasts do not build empires. They do not share territory.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes locked onto Mó Zūn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the end, you Demonic Cultivators would be killed as well!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air grew heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Mó Zūn said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Chu exhaled softly, almost amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So I truly don't understand,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why help Demonic Beasts at all?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mó Zūn remained silent for a moment, then smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bai Chu,\" he said slowly, his voice calm yet filled with absolute conviction,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don't know anything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Chu's eyes narrowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mó Zūn continued, his gaze cold and unwavering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You will die here,\" he said flatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And after that—I will rebuild the Desolate Heaven Empire.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words carried weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mó Zūn then glanced toward the distant battlefield, where the Half-Qilin roared as Bai Ren's Saint-Grade Sword carved yet another wound into its flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As for those beasts,\" Mó Zūn said dismissively, \"you don't need to worry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mó Zūn's eyes gleamed faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"After they finish killing you all,\" he said, \"I will handle them myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Chu stared at him, disbelief flickering in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Handle them… himself?)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze instinctively shifted back toward the Half-Qilin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A supreme Demonic Beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A being whose body was tougher than even Heaven-Grade defensive artifacts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A creature whose regeneration bordered on the absurd—capable of recovering from near-fatal injuries in moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, only the Saint-Grade Sword was capable of leaving lasting wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without such a weapon—killing the Half-Qilin was virtually impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Chu's thoughts raced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it were him or Mó Zūn on the battlefield against the Half-Qilin, the chances of victory were pitiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less than twenty percent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was being generous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a Saint-Grade Weapon suppressing its regeneration—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The odds dropped to almost zero.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So where was Mó Zūn getting this confidence?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Chu looked back at him carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mó Zūn stood relaxed, hands clasped behind his back, his posture utterly unshaken by the chaos consuming the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no bluff in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(He's hiding something.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Chu thought grimly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Chu shook his head lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well,\" he said, his tone suddenly firm, confidence unmistakable, \"it doesn't matter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Mó Zūn planned to do with the Half-Qilin didn't matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Bai Chu had no intention of letting Mó Zūn leave this place alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You won't win either way,\" Bai Chu declared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mó Zūn suddenly laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was loud, Filled with mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Won't win?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He repeated, shaking his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bai Chu… your arrogance truly hasn't diminished one bit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SLASH! SLASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black demonic light tore through the air as Mó Zūn attacked again, his saber dancing with ruthless precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each strike carried killing intent dense enough to chill the soul, forcing Bai Chu to respond immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Chu's expression hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword swept out, intercepting the blows head-on as shockwaves rippled outward, tearing the clouds apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Arrogance?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Chu snorted coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're the one dreaming if you think this ends well for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mó Zūn smirked as their weapons clashed again, sparks exploding between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You misunderstand,\" he said calmly. \"I never said I could kill you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mó Zūn's smile widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But just because I can't kill you…\" he continued, his voice lowering, turning sharp and cruel, \"doesn't mean the same applies to the rest of your Bai Clan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Chu's heart skipped a beat but didn't show on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph! Mó Zūn, do you think my Bai Clan is so easy to kill? You should worry about your Demonic Cultivators being killed by them!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere far away, a terrifying fluctuation erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavens trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi surged violently as an unfamiliar yet overwhelming aura burst forth, carrying with it a pressure that made even Immortals distracted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Chu turned his head toward the source.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That technique…!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same technique Bai Zihan had used before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this time—It was even stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Bai Zihan was still only at the Spirit Severing Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from him, Mó Zūn also paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His saber slowed mid-swing as he turned his gaze toward the distant battlefield, his eyes narrowing slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Another troublesome person,\" Mó Zūn said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mó Zūn stepped back half a pace, his eyes glinting with amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bai Chu, I wonder,\" he continued casually, \"whether you would still be able to remain this calm—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile turned vicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—after Bai Zihan is dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Chu's pupils shrank violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, he turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the side of Bai Zihan—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! Boom! Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terrifying auras erupted one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demonic Qi surged into the sky like pillars of darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The oppressive pressure of multiple Great Ascension–level Demonic Cultivators flooded the battlefield from Bai Zihan's direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Chu's blood ran cold. It seems like Demonic Cultivators was set on killing Bai Zihan today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes widened, shock and fury flashing across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You dare!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Chu roared, his killing intent erupting uncontrollably as he snapped his gaze back to Mó Zūn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If Bai Zihan is killed,\" he said, his voice trembling with suppressed rage, \"I swear on my Dao—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will hunt down every last Demonic Cultivator!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We will exterminate your sects, your bloodlines until nothing is left!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The killing intent in his words was so dense that even the surrounding space trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mó Zūn burst out laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hahaha!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His laughter echoed across the battlefield, filled with ridicule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go ahead,\" he said mockingly. \"You can try.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned forward slightly, eyes sharp and merciless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But if you do that,\" Mó Zūn continued coldly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"do you really think the Bai Clan will survive?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Chu stood frozen, his chest rising and falling violently as he stared toward Bai Zihan's direction once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Multiple Great Ascension auras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even for Bai Zihan who managed to kill Grade-10 Demonic Beasts, it would be difficult for him to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>",1647,"2026-05-28T18:17:14.491Z","2026-06-01T04:28:34.960Z",1,"novelbin.me","814492b89fee5da81ff15d359ab7be7cf88a9d6bd9d77608b4b7c1db85dd11b2","turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-chapter-399","turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-chapter-397",580,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fturns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-cover.jpg"]