Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 371 The Grade-9 Demonic Beasts Harvest Begins

The sight of Bai Zihan slaying a Grade-9 Demonic Beast was witnessed by many, particularly the members of the Li and Zhao Clans who had been secretly praying for his fall.

However, their high expectations only led to a deeper sense of disappointment.

Yet, more than just disappointment, a profound shock gripped their hearts.

An eighteen-year-old youth, already at the staggering Spirit Severing Realm, had just successfully hunted a Grade-9 Demonic Beast.

Furthermore, he accomplished the feat with such nonchalance that he appeared more capable than the Void Refinement Realm Elders, who were currently struggling in their own life-and-death battles against Grade-9 foes.

High above the battlefield, the Zhao Elder froze in mid-air, his pupils constricting to the size of needles.

(...This is impossible. That boy... he is nothing short of a monster.)

Having engaged that Armored Rhinoceros himself, the Elder was well aware of the terrifying density of its hide.

Ending its life in a mere two strikes—a feat he himself could not achieve—was simply inconceivable.

Gulp!

In contrast to the onlookers' terror, Bai Zihan felt no particular emotion after the kill.

He noted that while Grade-9 Demonic Beasts were certainly more resilient than Grade-8 ones, they were still quite vulnerable.

He cast a freezing gaze toward the Zhao Elder, who quickly diverted his eyes, his face a mask of suppressed rage and fear.

The Zhao Elder's assassination plot had failed miserably.

But for Bai Zihan, the matter was far from over.

An attempt had been made on his life.

And Bai Zihan was not the type to let such an offense slide.

Ting!

Suddenly—

A crisp sound echoed in his mind, a notification chime unique to his System.

"System!"

He felt a wave of confusion; this was a sound he had never encountered before.

However, upon inspecting the System Interface, he saw no immediate changes.

Driven by curiosity, he navigated to the Reward section.

[Unclaimed Rewards Available]

Killed Grade-9 Demonic Beast: [100 Points]

His eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't realized that slaying Demonic Beasts could serve as a source of System Points.

Curiously, he had received absolutely nothing for the Grade-8 beasts he had killed earlier.

"Is it possible that only Grade-9 kills are recognized as achievements? Or perhaps it is because their cultivation level exceeds my own...?"

While the exact logic behind the points remained a mystery, the reason didn't truly matter.

"Finally!"

The problem of how to accumulate System Points had been weighing on him—and now, the solution had practically fallen into his lap.

If Grade-9 Demonic Beasts were the key to points, then wasting his time on Grade-8s was no longer an option.

"Are you okay?"

Bai Lumei inquired with concern, noticing Bai Zihan standing motionless with a blank stare.

She worried that he might have overtaxed his Dantian against the Armored Rhinoceros or perhaps sustained an internal injury she couldn't see.

After all, a solitary confrontation with a Grade-9 Demonic Beast was an immense burden, even for a genius of his caliber.

But before she could continue—

"Hahahaha...!"

Bai Zihan's sudden burst of laughter made her flinch, sending a chill of unease down her spine.

(Has he finally snapped?)

In the thick of a brutal warzone, Bai Zihan was laughing like a man possessed.

Any observer would have concluded that the Young Master had lost his mind.

In reality, Bai Zihan was merely exhilarated by the prospect of the massive fortune in System Points he could harvest from the Grade-9 Demonic Beasts.

Having tested their strength, he knew they posed no real threat to him.

Even if they swarmed him, he wouldn't be troubled.

The thought of the hundreds—perhaps thousands—of Grade-9 beasts lurking in the wilds made him envision a literal mountain of points.

He could potentially earn hundreds of thousands.

While it was impossible to eradicate them all, he couldn't help but do the math.

"Bai Lumei, return to the main group. I am going to hunt the Grade-9 Demonic Beasts."

Bai Zihan announced his intention firmly.

Initially, he had intended to follow the battle plan and fight alongside the others.

But the circumstances had shifted.

He could not afford to let such a golden opportunity slip through his fingers.

Staying with the group would only hinder his efficiency.

"What? Bai Zihan, you can't! You are supposed to follow my lead!"

Bai Lumei protested immediately—not out of a desire for control, but because she would be held responsible by the Clan if anything happened to him.

"I will not say it a second time."

Whoosh!

In a flash, Bai Zihan disappeared, already racing toward the scent of the nearest Grade-9 Demonic Beast.

"W-Why is he charging toward a Grade-9?!"

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she watched him sprint directly toward the high-level battlefield where the Elders were locked in combat.

"What am I supposed to do?!"

She paced frantically, torn between the urge to pursue him and the command to stay back.

Ultimately, she knew her strength would be useless in a Grade-9 encounter.

Recalling the ease with which Bai Zihan had dispatched the Armored Rhinoceros, she could only pray that he would survive his recklessness.

Sigh...

"I just hope he returns in one piece. If not, my life is over..."

There was no hope of catching up to his speed, especially with the battlefield teeming with hostile Demonic Beasts.

She also couldn't abandon her post and leave her unit without a commander.

Whoosh!

Bai Zihan tore through the air toward his next target—a Python Tiger.

Several Grade-8 and lower beasts tried to block his path, but they were erased from existence instantly.

The Python Tiger recoiled slightly as Bai Zihan suddenly materialized before it.

Or perhaps...

It felt insulted that a mere human in the Spirit Severing Realm had the audacity to challenge it.

RRRWWWWRRRR!

Trailing silver light, Bai Zihan lunged forward, closing the gap in a heartbeat.

RRRWWWWRRRR!

The Python Tiger reared up, hissing venomous clouds from its throat. Its massive frame coiled like a spring, muscles bulging with primeval power—yet, a flicker of something unexpected appeared in its eyes:

Dread.

"Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword."

Whoosh—!

Nine phantasmal silhouettes of Bai Zihan burst forth, each radiating the same lethal pressure and speed as the original.

The Python Tiger struck out in a frenzy, its claws tearing through the air with enough force to shatter boulders.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Every swipe dissipated a shadow, but the true Bai Zihan remained untouched.

By the time the beast realized the afterimages were a ruse—a chilling sensation brushed against its neck.

"Second Form: Phantom Light Strike."

Shing!

A solitary line of silver light flashed across the dim battlefield.

Then—

SPLAT!

A spray of crimson erupted as a thin line appeared on the Python Tiger’s throat. Its body locked up, its pupils blowing wide as its massive head began to tilt and slide off its neck.

Thud!

The giant Grade-9 Demonic Beast collapsed, its life extinguished in a single, clean stroke.

Despite its legendary toughness and monstrous vitality, it had offered no resistance.

Against a Heaven-Grade Sword Art, bolstered by sword intent and fueled by a Supreme Dao Bone?

For the Python Tiger, this wasn't a fight; it was an execution.

Bai Zihan didn't even bother looking back at the carcass as he walked away.

He checked his System Interface; another 100 Points had been credited to his account.

It was confirmed: every Grade-9 kill was worth 100 Points.

He didn't linger, immediately scanning the horizon for his next prey.

There was no need for rest, as the Qi he had expended was already being restored.

With the Myriad Breathing Technique and his Supreme Dao Bone, his Qi reserves were essentially bottomless.

Furthermore, he possessed an endless supply of high-grade pills if needed.

As long as he avoided using his Saint-Grade Technique, he could maintain this level of combat indefinitely.

And that was exactly what he planned to do.