Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 378 A Person That Can No Longer be Ignored

The conflict between the human race and the Demonic Beasts finally reached a conclusion, at least for the duration of this day.

As the surviving Demonic Beasts retreated, an eerie silence settled over the war-torn landscape—broken only by the distant, fading echoes of Bai Zihan hunting down the stragglers. For the first time after an entire day of relentless carnage, the human cultivators finally found a moment to breathe.

Exhausted warriors collapsed where they stood.

Others slumped onto jagged rocks, gasping for air with ragged lungs.

Many simply stared at the surrounding slaughter with hollow eyes, struggling to process the fact that they were still among the living.

"We made it!"

"We actually drove them back."

The remains of fallen brothers-in-arms and Demonic Beasts cluttered the earth, yet a wave of pride washed over the survivors.

Victory was theirs.

The cost had been high, but the triumph was undeniable.

A surge of adrenaline and excitement rippled through the ranks.

There were sighs of relief and tears of overwhelming joy.

The sheer exhilaration of surviving a slaughter that should have claimed all their lives filled the air.

However, one individual did not partake in the celebration.

High above, as the cultivators basked in their relief, a solitary figure descended gracefully onto a large boulder.

Bai Zihan surveyed the carnage with a deep scowl, clearly frustrated by the outcome.

With a sharp click, Bai Zihan returned his blade to its sheath, muttering with palpable irritation.

"Tsk! They got away."

His gaze pierced toward the heart of the Wildlands, looking as though he were watching prized prey slip through his fingers.

"I really should have slaughtered more of those Grade-9s."

He ground his teeth, his displeasure plain for all to see.

While everyone else viewed the day as a desperate fight for survival...

To him, it was merely an incomplete hunt.

A wasted opportunity.

A failure to maximize his potential points.

A shadow suddenly flickered beside him.

Bai Tianheng landed with composed grace, his boots grinding against the pulverized stone.

He scanned the devastated valley before focusing on his son, who continued to glare into the Wilderness as if the retreating monsters had personally insulted him.

He noticed Bai Zihan’s lips moving in a quiet grumble.

"What is the source of your dissatisfaction this time?"

Bai Zihan clicked his tongue once more, his face twisted in annoyance.

"These Demonic Beasts... Tch! They lack any sense of conviction."

He folded his arms, his brow remaining furrowed.

"How can they just flee the moment things turn difficult? Demonic Beasts are supposed to be ferocious. Instead, they bolt faster than frightened rabbits."

He sounded genuinely offended by their cowardice.

"Just as I was finding my rhythm, they scattered. Truly shameless. If they intended to run anyway, why couldn't they let me kill them first?"

Bai Zihan grumbled while checking the System Points he had amassed. Including the reward for slaying the Voidstep Razorhorn, his total had reached 8,000 points.

Bai Tianheng turned to look at his son, his expression caught between total disbelief and weary exasperation.

"...Son," he uttered, blinking in confusion. "What kind of nonsense are you spouting?"

He studied the boy intently. He wondered if the Demonic Beasts had done something specific to provoke him, but he knew they hadn't.

He couldn't fathom why Bai Zihan had become so consumed by the urge to kill.

Still, he reflected that this was a vast improvement over his son's previous habit of venting his rage by tormenting others.

Furthermore, his son had successfully taken down a Grade-10 Demonic Beast—a feat that even he would find incredibly taxing.

Then there was that Heaven Shaking Sword Technique; Bai Tianheng suspected that even he might perish if he were forced to face such a strike.

He was burning to ask about the origins of that technique.

Yet, he felt that prying would be an invasion of privacy, and Zihan had already contributed more than enough to the cause.

In the end, as long as his son possessed such power, it was a boon for the Bai Clan.

Though many questions swirled in his mind, Bai Tianheng realized this was not the appropriate setting for an interrogation.

He reached out and affectionately ruffled Bai Zihan's hair.

"You've done an incredible job!"

He offered the simple compliment with sincerity.

Turning his gaze back toward the Great Wilderness, his expression grew somber.

That retreat did not signal a final defeat. It appeared more like a tactical withdrawal, and he was certain they would return before long.

As Bai Tianheng and Bai Zihan began to walk back, the attention of the battered army slowly shifted toward them.

Whispers began to ripple through the crowd.

A heavy, reverent silence followed—one born of pure awe—as the father and son stepped onto the solid ground of the camp.

Every eye was fixed on Bai Zihan.

Those who had witnessed even a glimpse of his martial prowess trembled where they stood.

"Did you see that? He single-handedly slaughtered dozens of Grade-9 beasts!"

"Dozens? It was over fifty! Some are saying it was closer to sixty!"

"Don't forget the Grade-10 Demonic Beast! Slaying just one of those would make anyone the greatest contributor of the entire war!"

"Exactly. A single kill of that caliber earns a lifetime of glory... and he took down a Grade-10 plus more Grade-9s than everyone else put together."

"A monster... he's an absolute monster."

Their voices held no envy.

Instead, they spoke with a fearful admiration.

It was the kind of veneration reserved for legends who walked the line between humanity and myth.

Some disciples bowed their heads as his gaze passed over them, unable to maintain eye contact.

Others stood taller, trying desperately to mask their shaking limbs.

A few looked as though they wanted to offer their gratitude, but they lacked the courage to approach him.

The Bai Clan Elders watched him with a mixture of relief, pride, and lingering shock.

Who could have predicted that in just two years, Bai Zihan would transform from a family disgrace into the crowning jewel of the Bai Clan?

He was no longer a spoiled brat; he was a warrior whose power already rivaled that of the Clan Leader.

The members of the Li and Zhao Clans, however, had a very different reaction.

Their expressions were contorted.

Their jaws were set tight.

They watched him through gritted teeth, their eyes burning with a cocktail of resentment, shame, and a fear they were desperate to conceal.

The Li-Zhao alliance, which had once dismissed Bai Zihan as a mere nuisance, now viewed him with the same gravity as a High Elder capable of shifting the tides of war.

They realized that if they intended to eliminate Bai Zihan, simple schemes and a handful of assassins would never suffice.

They would have to treat him with the same extreme caution they reserved for Bai Tianheng.

Their glares intensified, yet their hands trembled uncontrollably beneath their long sleeves.

Li Jianhong and Zhao Wutian were filled with bitter regret for not disposing of Bai Zihan back when he was still powerless.

Bai Zihan paid them no mind.

Their malice wasn't even worth his notice.

He simply strolled forward, letting out a light yawn, looking more bored than triumphant.

Stretching his shoulders, Bai Zihan walked toward the temporary encampment with a faint sigh.

The fighting was finished.

The beasts had fled.

There was nothing left to strike down.

That meant...

"...I suppose I can finally sleep," he whispered to himself.

It wasn't that he was exhausted—his Qi reserves were nearly full.

Even at 20%, he had more than enough to continue the slaughter, and his energy was regenerating at a staggering rate.

But with no more targets, there was nothing left to do but rest.

A nap suddenly seemed like the most logical course of action.

He turned toward the Bai Clan’s section of the camp, intending to disappear into a tent and collapse for a few hours—

But as fate would have it, peace was not on the agenda.

A blinding streak of white light tore through the sky and descended.

Bai Zihan stopped in his tracks.

As the radiance faded, dozens of figures materialized out of thin air.

The Grand Elders of the Bai Clan had arrived.

And their entrance was anything but subtle.

The first to touch down was the eldest, the boisterous and utterly shameless Bai Chu.

He threw his head back and unleashed a thunderous laugh that caused dust to cascade down the mountainsides. "Hahahahaha! Magnificent! Truly magnificent! This old man’s blood is pumping!"

He pointed a finger at Bai Zihan as if he were showcasing a legendary treasure.

"Look at him! Observe him well! That monster standing there is my grandson!" The other Grand Elders landed in his wake.

"Hahahaha! Zihan’er, my boy! You butchered those beasts with such grace! What a spectacular performance! Come, come—stand tall! Let everyone witness what real genius looks like!"

Bai Zihan stared back with a blank expression, his mood a mix of confusion, resignation, and mild irritation.

"Old man, could you please not?"

But the Grand Elder only increased the volume of his laughter.

"Not? How could I possibly NOT?! Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this moment?! To have someone in the Bai Clan who can slap the faces of all these arrogant old fossils?" He turned with a dramatic flourish toward the Immortal experts of the rival clans.

"Do you see this?! This is the future of the Bai Clan! My grandson, the future Immortal Emperor!"

The entire battlefield fell into a stunned silence.

The Immortals from the Li and Zhao clans froze in place. Even Bai Tianheng raised an eyebrow from a distance.

Another Bai Grand Elder gave a polite cough.

"Elder, perhaps we shouldn't make such massive proclamations so lightly—"

The Grand Elder delivered a slap to the man's back so powerful it nearly sent him sprawling.

"What do you mean 'lightly'? Look at him! A Grade-10 Demonic Beast was brought down by his sword! If anything, I’m being modest!"

The other clans could only react with silence: "..."

The Grand Elder continued his tirade, his voice dripping with shameless pride.

"You old relics better ensure your juniors remain respectful from now on! If anyone from your clans dares to provoke him, don't come crying to us when he buries them in the dirt! He’s already more powerful than your own elders!"

The Zhao Grand Elder nearly spat blood from sheer fury.

The Li Grand Elder’s eye began to twitch uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, Bai Zihan felt a massive headache brewing. He had planned to rest, but it seemed that dream was slipping further and further away.