Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 446 Heavenly Mandate Assimilation Art!

Bai Zihan kept on searching.

Countless Heaven-Grade techniques scrolled by in front of him.

Several had outcomes close to his desires, yet each carried

drawbacks that he couldn't stand.

A few needed physical touch.

Others called for extended setup time.

Some restricted the count of individuals under control.

Ultimately, not a single one suited the scheme he envisioned. As the catalog shrank, Bai Zihan's face became even more composed.

Should Heaven-Grade fail to deliver, the alternative was straightforward. "Only one spot remains..."

His eyes rose upward.

Saint-Grade!

Only a handful of techniques appeared in that section.

This served as his final chance. Without a fitting option here, he'd have to abandon the scheme and devise another approach.

Bai Zihan examined each one carefully.

Soul-Descent Scripture.

Heavenly Oath of Ten Thousand Spirits.

Time ticked by in minutes.

Suddenly-

His gaze halted.

Saint-Grade Cultivation Technique:

Heavenly Mandate Assimilation Art!

Bai Zihan's pupils shrank sharply.

He perused the details at a measured pace.

This method enabled advancement via progressive merging.

It split into three levels, each functioning as a distinct cultivation technique.

The base level matched an Earth-Grade cultivation technique, the middle one equaled Heaven-Grade, while the full version attained Mid Saint-Grade.

The base level created a Mandate Seed, seen by the practitioner as their personal base.

Deeper cultivators polished it more.

Exclusively, the actual controller nurtured the Origin Mandate.

And the most alarming aspect-

Mandate Seeds lacked autonomy.

They acted as extensions.

Extensions that instinctively harmonized with the Origin.

Provided the Origin Mandate persisted, every spawned Mandate stayed linked-no matter the realm attained.

No barriers from realms.

No ceiling imposed.

No need for agreement after starting cultivation.

The further advancement via the spawned technique, the stronger the bond became.

The Origin Mandate's owner possessed the power to-

Restrain.

Interrupt.

Shatter cultivation.

Death wasn't assured.

However, ruining the base was certain.

To say the least, they'd end up disabled.

Bai Zihan stayed still.

Moments later-

A smile crept onto his face.

Utterly pleased.

"It really exists..."

At last, the scheme could proceed.

Even if the cost seemed steep.

75,000 Points!

This equaled nearly half his earnings from the Beast Tide.

Yet given its power-and how it merged Saint-Grade, Heaven-Grade, and Earth-Grade cultivation techniques into one-the price made sense.

Regardless, Bai Zihan showed no delay.

He acquired the technique right away.

"The moment has arrived to launch the plan!"

***

Winning over his father proved rather easy.

Naturally, Bai Tianheng harbored reservations, yet Bai Zihan skillfully addressed all

worries.

He avoided stating outright that it was a Saint-Grade cultivation technique, framing it instead as Heaven-Grade and revealing just portions of

its features.

Upon grasping that cultivators of it couldn't turn against the Bai Clan, Bai Tianheng raised no issues-although he remained puzzled by Bai Zihan's rush to broaden the Bai Clan's reach amid its already swift expansion.

With Bai Tianheng's approval secured, the scheme rolled out without delay.

Word of the Bai Clan granting an Earth-Grade cultivation technique

to new joiners circulated quicker than anticipated.

Initially, it lingered as mere murmurs and hearsay.

However, in just one day-

It demanded attention from all.

"Heard the news?"

"News about what?"

"The Bai Clan seeks partners... offering a High Earth-Grade

cultivation technique."

Right after those words escaped, doubt surged.

"High Earth-Grade? No way!"

"Same here at first. But it's not from a single source.

Lots have verified it already."

Inside a teahouse along the imperial paths, a group of cultivators engaged in hushed,

nervous talk, tones kept soft on purpose.

"High Earth-Grade surpasses regular Earth-Grade. It's right under

Heaven-Grade."

"One such technique could elevate a whole clan multiple levels. Never imagined it'd appear in the Desolate Heaven Empire."

"What makes the Bai Clan share it freely?"

"Why hold back? Their power plus these perks lets them pull in endless

clans and even top the Imperial Family. The Bai Clan is betting everything!"

True enough, capturing this surge and dominating foes

would render the Bai Clan unmatched.

In that case, the Desolate Heaven Empire would shift from Yu Clan

dominance to Bai Clan rule.

Another voice chimed in, tone uncertain.

"Heard of the Yun River Lu Clan?"

The group shifted uneasily.

"The ones devoted to the Zhao Clan for ages?"

"Exactly. They've flipped allegiance."

The statement hit hard.

"Without pause," the voice pressed on. "They openly left the

Li-Zhao Alliance today and pledged to the Bai Clan."

"So quick?!"

"Makes sense," someone grumbled. "If genuine, staying put would

be idiotic."

"A High Earth-Grade cultivation technique..."

A person gripped their hand tightly without realizing.

"Should it hold true, the gains are beyond imagination."

A clan stagnant for ages might at last surge ahead. Gifts stifled by poor manuals would flourish.

Elders close to life's end could perhaps touch loftier heights.

And everything-

Just for picking a banner.

"Count me in. I'll align with the Bai Clan!"

"And if it's fake?" a careful voice queried. "Just gossip?"

"Does it matter?" shot back instantly. "No loss for us."

The talker reclined, gaze keen.

"Worst case, we reach out and probe."

"False? We pull back."

"True..."

He trailed off.

No need to elaborate.

The rest grasped it fully. Merely dispatching a team built favor.

Delaying risked zilch.

Against potential prizes, the danger seemed trivial.

Thus, as this logic blazed across lands, droves of clans, sects, and wandering cultivators headed to the Bai Clan.

A few approached warily, dispatching mere scouts or youths.

All harbored identical intent.

Witness it firsthand. Gossip cost little, after all.

But world-shaking chances didn't.

What surprised them all was the reality surpassing wildest tales.

The Bai Clan indeed provided a High Earth-Grade cultivation technique for alliance entry-a boon few dared dream.

Awe and skepticism swiftly gave way to wild thrill.

Recipients of the technique acted fast. Sound transmission talismans ignited brightly.

Clan heads reached out directly to reliable partners, oath-bound kin, and family ties.

"Hurry here and enter the Bai Clan's alliance. Skip the queries!"

In mere days, arrivals at the Bai Clan swelled from sparse to overwhelming.

And the greater shock-

The Bai Clan showed no bias.

They welcomed mighty clans and small houses equally.

They took in fading sects teetering on ruin.

They welcomed solitary cultivators lacking support, heritage, or holdings.

Provided loyalty was vowed, entry lay open.

No extra payments required.

No claims on territory.

No calls for supplies.

Just two stipulations.

One-total silence on the cultivation technique.

Two-respond when the Bai Clan summons.

Nothing more.

This lavish offer ought to spark distrust.

Still, it failed to halt eager joiners. For a High Earth-Grade cultivation technique, yielding every asset would justify-yet the Bai Clan sought none.

Thus, though the Bai Clan seemed nearly divine, grabbing the chance beat dithering like an idiot and missing out eternally.

And over time, as they practiced the Heavenly Mandate Assimilation

Art, their faith grew firmer.

Results hit right away.

Nearly terrifying in speed.

Clans formerly deemed fading-uttered with sympathy or scorn-started to rumble like sleeping beasts rousing from deep rest.

Within one such clan, a youth once celebrated as a wonder from a hundred years past at last advanced.

For years, he'd lingered in one realm, potential squandered by flawed basics and weak methods.

But mere days into the High Earth-Grade technique-

His barrier crumbled.

Qi rushed forth like a thundering wave.

His presence soared without stop, piercing two small realms in one seclusion.

Upon exiting, elders gaped like beholders of a wonder. In another spot, a senior who'd accepted his waning years sensed the unseen barrier quiver.

Tears flowed over his lined cheeks as he crossed into a height he'd thought eternally lost.

Tales such as these raced quicker than any gossip.

No hype. No secondhand tales.

But solid proof.

One clan announced three key disciples rising together.

Another noted their waning lineage hinting at renewal.

A sect facing breakup steadied in a night, spirits lifted as optimism lit disciples' gazes.

All around, agreement formed.

The Bai Clan hadn't overstated.

They'd downplayed the treasure's worth, if anything.

Thanks evolved to awe.

Awe to devotion.

As envoys revisited the Bai Clan, they bent low in respect-some dropping to knees instantly.

"This chance... we'll cherish eternally."

"Our existences tie to the Bai Clan." "If the Bai Clan orders, we'd brave flames without

grumbling."

And as nearby clans beheld these changes-

Composure shattered. Wariness fell to desire. When kin gained riches risk-free, who stayed still?

Doubt faded against clear thriving.

Gradually, reluctant clans dispatched messengers.

Followed by sects.

Then whole lineages displaced, hastening to Bai Clan lands.

The coalition grew like a vital force-expanding, evolving, fortifying daily.

And deep in the Bai Clan-

Bai Zihan observed the developments.

The scheme advanced precisely as foreseen.