Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 425 Mu Yuelan Hears The News

The Mu Clan stayed out of the Beast Tide.

In contrast to warrior clans that flourished amid slaughter and the splendor of combat, the Mu Clan's strength resided in crafting pills.

For this reason, the Mu Clan was never compelled to join the direct fight against the Demonic Beasts.

Provided they supplied a set amount of pills—such as healing ones, recovery types, detoxification varieties, and vital emergency elixirs—the Empire remained fully content.

In truth, deploying alchemists to the front lines would be sheer folly.

The existence of an alchemist held value far exceeding that of any ordinary cultivator.

A single skilled alchemist operating securely from the rear could sustain the lives of thousands upon thousands of cultivators.

Should that alchemist fall, even a mighty army would eventually collapse.

Therefore, as numerous clans got pulled into savage Beast Tides and fierce battle lines, the Mu Clan stuck to their everyday practices:

Pill refinement.

Herb cultivation.

Formula research.

Daily affairs in the Mu Clan unfolded with steady composure, seemingly isolated from the turmoil engulfing the broader Empire.

That changed when a letter came.

It arrived via personal delivery, skipping standard routes.

Bearing the seal of the Bai Clan.

Addressed to Mu Yuelan.

Yet prior to that, it first reached the hands of Mu Clan Leader Mu Yuelan's sibling, Mu Qingyuan.

Mu Yuelan remained in seclusion, unable to view it on her own.

However, noting its origin from the Bai Clan and the urgent marking, Mu Qingyuan examined

it to decide if interrupting his sister was necessary.

While scanning the words, shock and concern widened his eyes.

Through the serene corridors of the Mu Clan, he hurried along, steps brimming with haste.

Without much delay, he arrived at the sturdy entrance to his sister's retreat room.

A single firm knock echoed from him.

"What is it?" Mu Yuelan's voice rang out, laced with irritation.

Typically, such disturbances annoyed her deeply, yet she recognized this: Mu Qingyuan wouldn't intrude unless the cause was truly compelling.

"I... I'm sorry, sister," Mu Qingyuan replied, his voice unusually strained. "An urgent matter has come up. Please look at this letter—it's from your husband himself."

With care, Mu Qingyuan passed the letter over, offering a slight bow of deference.

Under the gentle glow, the Bai Clan's emblem shimmered subtly, its pressing nature evident in every detail.

Mu Yuelan accepted the jade slip, her eyes narrowing intently.

The faint heft of the transmission—its potency, its significance—registered in her grasp. Deliberately, she unsealed it and perused the message.

In a flash, her face grew grim.

"The Bai Clan... Zihan?" she whispered to herself, a faint fracture appearing in her steady demeanor. "Impossible... how could this occur?"

Mu Qingyuan gulped anxiously. "Sister... I believed you needed to hear this right away. It concerns... Zihan'er's state."

Once more she reviewed it. Again. Then, in silence, she shattered the jade slip within her fist.

"Ready my vessel."

Her tone stayed even—though those familiar with Mu Yuelan knew the dread hidden in such poise.

"I'm departing now."

In mere hours, Mu Yuelan had set off.

And at this moment—

Before Bai Tianheng she positioned herself, gaze piercing, icy, and seething with restrained rage.

"Tianheng," she repeated, tone hushed yet threatening, "how did you allow this to befall our son?"

Bai Tianheng, present to greet his spouse, found himself frozen the instant she arrived.

"Yuelan, please calm yourself—I can clarify everything!"

Quickly, Bai Tianheng advanced, raising palms in a soothing motion.

Placating

gesture.

"Calm down? Nonsense!"

Like a sword slicing air, Mu Yuelan's words pierced his attempt.

"Tianheng, you permitted Zihan'er to end up crippled? What explanation do you have for me?"

Hard, Bai Tianheng swallowed, parting his lips to respond.

"Yuelan, it's not—"

"Make it clear! What exactly transpired?" Mu Yuelan demanded, fury evident.

"I—he... Bai Zihan charged toward the Demonic Cultivator Leader," Bai Tianheng

at last stammered out, struggling to convey, tone taut.

To him, Mu Yuelan's eyes locked with intense, blazing focus.

"And? You failed to halt him?"

"It's not that I refused, but that I was unable!" he responded, pitch elevating a bit beneath her stare. "What do you mean? You? At Peak Great Ascension Realm, unable to restrain a mere Spirit Severing Realm youth? Tianheng, that's the weakest excuse I've encountered!"

Thunder-like, her voice boomed, each syllable dripping with incredulity and wrath.

Dryness gripped Bai Tianheng's throat. He yearned to elaborate, to make her see, yet voicing the reality proved challenging.

True enough, stopping him should have been feasible... except Bai Zihan surpassed the norm for Spirit Severing Realm.

Directly voicing it to his wife eluded him.

Burdened by his status as Peak Great Ascension Realm, pride and honor held him back. Admitting his son's superiority in key aspects, and his own inability to intervene? Unthinkable.

Anyone else observing Bai Zihan's exploits in the Beast Tide would grasp it immediately.

Yet Mu Yuelan remained unaware.

Rumors of her son's slaying of Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elders had escaped her notice; she hadn't tracked such reports.

Secluded before the letter's arrival, and the Mu Clan broadly ignored such tales.

Only her brother's briefing had clued her in.

Once again, Bai Tianheng tried speaking, aiming to elaborate further, but to her, it all rang as justification.

Aware she wasn't open to hearing more, he shifted to soothing her instead, before pressing on.

"Yuelan, just cal—"

However, Mu Yuelan had exhausted her tolerance for what she saw as mere dodges from Bai Tianheng.

Outward her Qi burst as her presence intensified.

Eyes bulging, Bai Tianheng exclaimed. "Yuelan... you... you've advanced?!'" he uttered with thrill, nearly overlooking the dire issue.

Mu Yuelan's seclusion stemmed from her recent breakthrough to Great Ascension Realm, now solidifying her base.

Her fierce look yanked him to the present. Congratulations were the last thing she wanted.

"Don't divert, Tianheng!" she thought sharply, mind fixed solely on her child.

After moments of strain, her breaths evened.

Gradually, she contained her Great Ascension Realm aura, drawing it inward like a tamed tempest.

"Stop," she declared at last, voice resolute yet more composed.

"We're going! I need to see my son."