Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 407 The Saint-Grade Technique Revelation

A heavy, suffocating silence gripped the room the instant the words "Saint-Grade Technique" escaped Bai Zihan’s lips.

The Grand Elders remained motionless, appearing as though they had been struck by a bolt of lightning.

"...Saint-Grade?"

"Did he truly say Saint-Grade?"

Throughout the long annals of the Desolate Heaven Empire, techniques of the Saint-Grade were regarded as nothing more than myths.

A manual of such caliber had never actually surfaced.

"That explains everything..."

Bai Yui whispered to herself, her gaze becoming distant and hazy.

"No wonder... it is no wonder that sword art felt as if the heavens themselves were descending upon the earth."

Their expressions shifted, filled with a profound sense of awe and spiritual reverence.

Had anyone else made such a claim, it would have been dismissed as delusional nonsense; however, this was Bai Zihan, the very man who had already gifted a Saint-Grade Artifact to the Clan.

With that precedent, and having witnessed the technique's power with their own eyes, they had no reason to doubt his claim.

"So," Bai Zihan spoke up, "now that the nature of the technique is clear—what are your thoughts? Do you still believe I would be in danger if you were to learn it?"

The Grand Elders traded meaningful looks.

What choice did they have but to agree?

"If our Clan held such a technique..." Bai Chu remarked slowly, a fire igniting in his eyes, "then facing adversaries like the Half-Qilin or Mo Zun would no longer be a hopeless endeavor."

"Indeed," Bai Ren added with conviction. "With the knowledge of such a technique... there shouldn't be a single foe we couldn't confront."

His eyes sharpened as they locked onto Bai Zihan.

"And you are suggesting..."

A thin smile played on Bai Zihan’s lips.

"How about this," he proposed calmly. "I shall remain here."

The Grand Elders all tensed up.

"And in exchange," Bai Zihan went on, "I will impart the Saint-Grade Sword Technique to the Grand Elders."

For several heartbeats—

Total silence reigned!

A Saint-Grade Technique!

Bai Ren stared intensely at Bai Zihan for a long moment before letting out a measured breath.

"That is..." he said with caution, "...not a poor trade at all."

Several Grand Elders nodded their heads in instinctive agreement.

Possessing such a technique would cause their collective combat strength to explode.

Safeguarding Bai Zihan.

Annihilating Demonic Cultivators.

Even keeping the other scheming clans in check—

All of these goals were now within their grasp.

Finally, Bai Yui broke the silence once more.

"Zihan’er," she said, "you must understand—our desire for you to return to the Clan was born from the fear that too many enemies have marked you as a target."

"Yes," Bai Chu chimed in, his tone thick with genuine concern. "We only suggested you depart because we feared our own inability to protect you."

"You should still weigh our request carefully," Bai Ren advised solemnly. "Even if you decide to stay for now."

Bai Zihan gave a single, firm nod.

"I will!"

His demeanor was one of sincerity and respect.

At least, that was how he appeared to them.

In truth, Bai Zihan had zero intention of abandoning this theater of war.

However, he recognized that the Grand Elders truly had his best interests at heart.

***

Ultimately, Bai Zihan fulfilled his end of the bargain.

But he only did so to a certain degree.

He methodically outlined the theoretical basis of the Saint-Grade Sword Technique—detailing its core intent and the principles that guided it.

He even went as far as to transcribe his knowledge onto paper.

That was the extent of it.

As for a physical demonstration of the art?

He simply wasn't in a state to perform it. Even the act of writing was a grueling task for his current body.

The Grand Elders did not press him for a demonstration, being well aware of his physical condition.

Furthermore, having seen the technique unleashed on the battlefield, they already possessed a fundamental grasp of its essence.

Once the arrangements were finalized, Bai Zihan took his leave.

He left the Grand Elders behind—who were already lost in fervent debate, arguing over various interpretations and handling the manuscript as if it were a holy relic—and made his way back to his tent.

The camp had grown quiet.

Nightfall was beginning to take hold.

The metallic scent of blood still hung heavy in the breeze.

Bai Zihan reached out and pulled back the flap of his tent—

Then he stopped.

A flicker of light crossed his eyes.

Today...

He had ended the lives of three Great Ascension Realm Demonic Cultivators.

A faint, slow smirk spread across his face.

"I ought to receive some sort of bounty for that, shouldn't I?"

He stood a bit straighter and called out mentally, his tone relaxed yet filled with anticipation.

"System!"

The familiar glowing interface manifested before him.

Without a moment's delay, Bai Zihan navigated to the Reward Section.

[Unclaimed Rewards Available]

First Kill of a Great Ascension Realm Demonic Cultivator: [ 100× Cultivation Speed Card (3 Days) ]Killed Great Ascension Realm Demonic Cultivator: [ Martial Arts Enlightenment Card (1 Day) ]Killed Great Ascension Realm Demonic Cultivator: [ 10,000 Points ]

For a brief moment, he was stunned by what he saw.

He had anticipated that the rewards might be underwhelming, perhaps similar to the loot from a Grade-10 Demonic Beast.

It was now evident that the System viewed Demonic Beasts and Demonic Cultivators through different lenses—particularly those at the Great Ascension Realm. He had previously felt a sting of regret over the points he missed while occupied with the Demonic Elders, but that feeling vanished instantly.

Now, he felt only a deep sense of gratitude.

The 100x Cultivation Speed Card alone made the struggle worthwhile—to say nothing of the Enlightenment Card and the massive influx of points.

"Perhaps I should start hunting Great Ascension Realm Demonic Cultivators actively?"

Bai Zihan whispered to himself.

It wasn't an entirely crazy thought.

He had already proven that by using the Heaven’s Mandate Reversal Technique, he could hold his own against three Great Ascension level opponents simultaneously.

Then, the memory of being carried like a princess flashed through his mind, and he shook his head.

The rewards were immense, but the hazards were even greater.

Just as the Grand Elders warned, he was being hunted from every direction.

If he were to find himself drained of power again, the likelihood of his death would skyrocket.

Rather than taking reckless gambles, it was wiser to accumulate points steadily.

These current rewards were a stroke of incredible fortune.

After considering the dangers one last time, Bai Zihan exhaled slowly.

"I won't take any pointless risks," he muttered, firmly checking his own greed.

He then turned back to his tent to begin his Cultivation.

Bai Zihan glanced toward the entrance, searching for a member of the Bai Clan.

"You!"

The Bai Clan disciple, who had been staring at Bai Zihan in awe, jumped slightly when he was singled out.

Bai Zihan beckoned him over.

The disciple hurried forward immediately.

Upon reaching him, the young man bowed low, his posture radiating respect.

"Young Master!"

His voice was filled with a tone that bordered on worship.

"I am entering closed cultivation," Bai Zihan declared. "Ensure that I am not disturbed by anyone."

The disciple stood tall at once.

"Yes, Young Master!"

While it was odd for someone to enter closed cultivation in the middle of a war zone, he didn't dare ask why.

After all, who was he to doubt the decisions of Young Master Zihan?

"Spread this command clearly," Bai Zihan added. "For the next three days—or longer, should I not emerge—no one is permitted to set foot in this tent."

He paused for a second, then finished coldly,

"Even if the camp is overrun by Demonic Beasts or Demonic Cultivators."

The Bai Clan member nodded with absolute resolve. "Understood, Young Master!"