Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 400 Heaven's Mandate Reversal!

Bai Zihan's expression grew grim.

It was clear that his confrontation with a solitary Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elder had already pushed his limits to the breaking point.

Now, the odds had worsened as two more joined the fray.

To make matters worse, the enemy he had nearly slain was currently receiving medical aid. Thick waves of Demonic Qi surged as the two newcomers pressed their palms against the injured elder's back, working to stabilize his mangled Meridians.

The wounded man also downed several healing pills, which managed to steady his condition to a certain degree.

Regardless of their efforts, however, the trauma inflicted by the Fate Severing Slash obstinately refused to mend. It was as though he had sustained a permanent scar—an injury that his own body had already accepted as its new, natural state.

"Dammit! Why won't this wound close?"

The Demonic Elder barked out a curse. His left arm had taken the brunt of the impact, and it remained unresponsive to the combined efforts of three Great Ascension Realm experts.

Nevertheless, he slowly began to recover his strength. While he hadn't returned to his peak—

It was enough.

He was fit enough to return to the fight.

Bai Zihan let out a slow, measured breath.

Three Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elders stood before him. One was damaged, yet still vastly more formidable than any Void Refinement Realm elder. The other two were at full strength, perhaps even more powerful than the first.

Even for someone of his caliber, this was no longer a struggle that could be won by mere tactics or skill alone. The sheer gap in numbers and Cultivation was overwhelming.

In that moment, a voice from ancient times resonated within his sea of consciousness.

(Do you require my assistance?)

The soul of Immortal Emperor Feilian stirred into action.

Bai Zihan offered no verbal reply. For a fleeting second, his fingers tightened around his weapon. Then—

He gave a firm shake of his head.

"No!"

His flat refusal caught Feilian off guard.

(Does he still possess hidden trump cards?) she mused silently.

"Request my help the moment your life is truly at risk." "Understood!"

With Feilian’s intervention, he could likely handle the trio. However, with so many Immortals watching, there was a significant risk her presence would be detected. Should that occur, the Immortal Realm might dispatch assassins to eliminate him in the future.

Furthermore, providing aid would drain Feilian's Soul Power, further postponing her eventual recovery. Besides, if she bailed him out now, what would happen the next time he faced such a crisis?

He required a solution that would serve him both in this moment and for the battles to come.

(It appears I must finally spend those System Points.)

Luckily, a remedy was already within reach. He had amassed nearly a hundred thousand System Points—a fortune ample enough to acquire a devastatingly powerful technique.

"System!"

He summoned the interface, immediately accessing the System Store. He already had a specific target in mind. Like the legendary protagonists of old, he needed a technique capable of granting a temporary surge to his Cultivation and battle prowess.

He bypassed everything ranked below Heaven-Grade, scrolling straight to the myriad of Saint-Grade techniques. There was no leisure time to weigh his options or find the perfect fit.

The Demonic Elders had finished their recovery and were already advancing toward him, their killing intent palpable.

Bai Zihan’s focus snapped onto the costliest technique within the category of temporary power enhancement.

"Heaven's Mandate Reversal Technique!"

The price was 50,000 System Points—considerably higher than the 40,000 typically demanded for Saint-Grade arts. It was clearly a top-tier manual, perhaps the pinnacle of the Saint-Grade category.

The description was blunt:

The Heaven's Mandate Reversal Technique is a radical, fate-defying art that violently overthrows the restrictions placed upon a mortal by the Heavens. To execute this, the practitioner must possess a peerless physical vessel and a massive reservoir of Qi. Without these foundations, the Technique cannot operate and poses a lethal threat.

A fragile body will be shredded by the erupting power—Meridians will burst, and bones will turn to dust. Insufficient Qi will result in a botched enhancement or a total failure of the art.

This technique does not offer power with a gentle hand. It forcibly drags both the body and Cultivation upward, pulling the user toward heights they were never destined to reach.

However, unlike typical forbidden arts, the Heaven's Mandate Reversal Technique lacks a fixed ceiling. So long as the cultivator's physique can endure the agony and their Qi supply is maintained, this state can be held indefinitely—and the user's realm may continue to climb without end.

There is no set limit. The only boundary is the practitioner's own endurance. Those unable to withstand the reversed mandate of Heaven will be obliterated. Those who survive—stand beyond the reach of fate.

The execution of the art wasn't as complex as the Fate Severing Slash, and the requirements suited Bai Zihan perfectly. Thanks to his Primordial Chao Body Refinement Technique, his physique was likely the strongest in existence.

As for its effectiveness—he would only find out once he bought it and put it to the test. If it failed him, he would simply have to curse his own misfortune.

"Well, if things truly go south, I still have Feilian to fall back on," Bai Zihan whispered to himself.

The skeletal Demonic Elder emitted a sharp, grating cackle.

"Kekeke... what is this?" He cocked his skull-like head, sickly green flames dancing within his empty sockets. "Have you been paralyzed by terror?"

Bai Zihan remained motionless, his blade lowered and his aura deceptively still.

To the three Demonic Elders, the scene was clear. A Spirit Severing Realm brat was trapped by three Great Ascension Realm masters—one of whom he had barely managed to survive against. He had finally embraced the futility of his situation.

It was expected. Who wouldn't fall into despair? Even a Great Ascension expert would feel the weight of this predicament, let alone a junior who hadn't even reached Void Refinement.

The towering Demonic Elder sneered, "Even if you had fled, the result would be identical. You've simply saved us the effort of a hunt."

The injured elder spat a glob of blood, his eyes filled with malice. "You should feel honored. It isn't every day that three Great Ascension Demonic Elders gather to personally end a life."

They took a collective step toward him. The crushing weight of their killing intent was enough to level mountains.

In that instant—Bai Zihan's eyes snapped open.

"Hmph," he remarked coolly. "Actually, the honor is yours."

He lifted his chin, his gaze drifting over the three elders with pure, unadulterated arrogance. "You three are going to serve as my training dummies."

A chorus of mockery erupted.

"Hahaha!" "Kekeke—the final delusions of a dead man!" "Has he finally lost his mind?"

But before their laughter could finish—

"Heaven's Mandate Reversal!"

BOOM!

The atmosphere surrounding Bai Zihan imploded. His Qi didn't just flow; it erupted like a violent, unleashed ocean. The earth beneath his boots disintegrated instantly.

"What—?" The skeletal elder's cackle was cut short.

Bai Zihan's aura went nuclear. Early Spirit Severing Realm—Late Spirit Severing Realm—

His Cultivation skyrocketed in the span of a single heartbeat, smashing through bottlenecks as if they were made of glass. His Meridians howled with power. His Dantian expanded with violent force.

BOOM!

Void Refinement Realm!

A shockwave of pressure rippled outward like a tsunami, forcing the three Demonic Elders to stop in their tracks. Their sneers vanished, replaced by masks of shock and disbelief.

His Qi was still climbing. It showed no indication of slowing down. "Let's see who ends up in the dirt today!"