Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 482 A Week Before Judgment

It had been five days since Bai Zihan endured yet another agonizing refinement ordeal filled with torment.

The massive Grade-6 formation began to fade in intensity.

The golden tiny sun, previously raging like a heavenly blaze, now spun with controlled poise, its glow stable instead of fierce.

The fractured courtyard stones had liquefied and solidified again into glossy, glass-smooth expanses.

Bai Zihan positioned himself right at the core.

His skin was free from the red cracks caused by scorching anymore.

Subtle chaotic designs swirled under his surface like animated star maps—emerging, vanishing, and reshaping in a quiet cadence.

"System!"

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[Host Info]

Host: Bai Zihan

Age: 18

Cultivation Realm: Void Refinement (Mid)

Constitution: Primordial Chaos Body

Supreme Dao Bone

Martial Arts:

Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword (Major Mastery)

Eternal Flowing Water Sword (Greater Mastery)

Fate Severing Slash (Greater Mastery)

Heaven's Mandate Reversal (Beginner Mastery)

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The First Stage of the Primordial Chaos Body Refinement Technique—

Achieved!

His physique had surpassed a crucial boundary.

It was no longer just tough.

It was beyond mere resilience.

The change made it entirely new in essence.

Bai Zihan gradually lifted his hand toward the hovering Sun Dao.

In the past, its blaze had seared him badly.

In the past, it had dragged him through endless loops of ruin and renewal.

But now—

As soon as his palm neared, the golden light flared as before.

The heat spiked intensely.

The atmosphere warped.

However, rather than scorching—

The warmth streamed in.

It seeped into his epidermis like a flowing stream.

His body quivered a little, not due to agony, but adaptation.

The chaotic motifs under his skin glowed stronger while they disassembled the incoming solar force and rebuilt it into harmless, usable power. The Sun Dao's fires were no longer outright ruinous to him.

They turned into sustenance for him, albeit with boundaries.

The nearer he got to the small sun, the fiercer the force grew.

Once within a few feet, his dermis still flushed lightly. Tendons clenched. Vital organs hummed from the pressure.

Immunity was not his state.

Not even close.

Should he try to take in all of it immediately, his form would hit its limit anyway.

A ceiling existed.

A cap on what he could process right then.

Even so, the progress was astonishing.

His frame could now break apart any form of energy, tear down its framework, and remake it into something he could use.

The consequences were alarming.

Flames.

Thunderbolts.

Yin Qi.

Yang essence.

Even some toxic or aggressive spiritual powers—

Provided the strength stayed within what his body could handle at that time, he could slowly take them in and transform them.

Naturally, it held no absolutes.

At first, upon seeing the Technique's explanation, he imagined himself soaking up every strike launched at him, similar to those figures from Earth films.

Yet reality differed. Or more accurately, theory allowed it—but he couldn't handle mighty assaults.

A full-force strike from a Great Ascension Realm powerhouse or higher—

He couldn't just remain still and gulp it down.

The overwhelming volume and velocity would surpass his present handling.

His physique would endure devastating harm before managing the power.

But for forces at or under a specific tier—

He could consume them.

Convert a foe's strength into his personal Qi.

That said, it proved somewhat pointless in fights since strikes from weaker foes didn't require serious defense—his body was already far too robust for them to harm.

Thus, this skill in warfare wasn't as valuable as he first believed.

Bai Zihan stretched his arm out completely and placed his palm on the Sun Dao's glowing shell.

Golden blazes coiled around his digits.

The chaotic designs blazed vividly.

The warmth invaded him.

Gradually.

Constantly.

Rather than piercing through him, it lessened—thread by thread—reshaped into refined cultivation power that coursed through his meridians.

He breathed out gently.

Rare hardening elixirs or Qi-abundant spots were no longer essential for him.

Whenever a potent energy supply was available—

Cultivation became possible.

The Sun Dao transcended being just an artifact.

It served as an endless forge.

A perpetual cultivation driver.

He pulled his hand back.

He desired to seize this moment for true cultivation and boost his realm more with his enhanced form.

His cultivation had already shifted from Early to Mid Void Refinement Realm.

Yet two days prior, he detected a figure, apparently lingering at the entrance for him.

The individual refrained from interrupting and waited steadily.

Probably, someone required his attendance, and he preferred to learn the reason before resuming his training.

He advanced. The sturdy stone portals of the cultivation room groaned as they parted.

Beyond, a figure clad in somber Bai Clan attire waited politely with bowed head.

The instant he felt the doors shift, he bent low in salute.

"Young Master, you have finally emerged!"

His tone mixed ease and haste.

"The Clan Leader wishes to see you."

Bai Zihan's eyes lingered on him momentarily.

The follower experienced a subtle, hard-to-define weight.

It wasn't intentional.

Still, facing Bai Zihan felt akin to confronting a sleeping blaze—serene outwardly, yet ready to engulf all. Furthermore, though Bai Zihan's looks hadn't altered much, they seemed a touch altered from his memory.

Yet naturally, who was he to remark on the Bai Clan Young Master's visage?

Bai Zihan offered a slight incline of his head.

"I understand!"

He moved beyond the man without further speech.

Only after the Young Master had gone a few paces did the follower breathe freely.

The Bai Clan grounds felt exceptionally still.

Attendants proceeded with care.

Elders crossing the hallways paused shortly to pay respects.

He quickly reached his father's office.

The two sentries at the entrance bowed promptly.

"Young Master!"

Bai Zihan swung the door wide without pause.

Within, Bai Tianheng positioned himself at the pane, arms folded at his rear.

Without facing him, Bai Tianheng uttered.

"You've come. I was waiting for you."

Bai Zihan shut the door after entering.

Bai Tianheng pivoted gradually.

His piercing gaze examined his son thoroughly.

As someone intimately tied to Bai Zihan, spotting the shift in him was unavoidable.

"Mid Void Refinement," Bai Tianheng stated evenly.

"You advanced?"

"Yes!"

Bai Tianheng gave a subtle nod. He aimed to stay poised in front of his son, though inwardly thrill surged through him.

Achieving a breakthrough so soon after hitting Void Refinement—months, or even a year—would mark a phenomenal feat. Nonetheless, he couldn't fully drop his dignity around his son.

"Ahem! The reason I summoned you is because—"

His face then hardened a bit. "The Imperial Family has called me to the court."

"Oh?"

Bai Zihan felt mild astonishment, although he had foreseen an event like this.

All the same, he figured the Imperial Family would hold back from acting against them without firm proof.

And given his warning to the Azure Sun Immortals, he doubted they'd raise the alarm.

"Wen Haoyu has appeared. He's the one who lodged the grievance."

Bai Zihan acknowledged with a nod.

"That coward should have just stayed in hiding," Bai Zihan said.

Bai Tianheng regarded his son firmly.

"They granted us one week to present ourselves at the Imperial Court," he stated steadily. "Had you not emerged, I would have set off in two days anyway."

His stare intensified a touch.

"But with you here, I want to know your views."

Bai Tianheng tucked his sleeves behind.

In reality, this issue didn't trouble Bai Tianheng much. Their raid on Azure Sun Holy Sect had cause.

Besides, they had tried to slay Bai Zihan and run mad tests on kids.

Plus, given their might, the Imperial Family held little sway over them.

Still, as Bai Zihan orchestrated the assault, he sought to learn if his son had foreseen this and readied for it.

Bai Zihan remained composed beneath his father's scrutiny.

Then—

A smile curved his lips.

"That coward," he remarked casually. "First he hid behind his Ancestors. Then he deserted his Sect, only to file a complaint?" A hint of scorn lingered in his eyes.

Bai Zihan's voice grew detached.

"Father, you do not need to think too much about this. I anticipated that something like this might happen."

From the instant he chose to assault Azure Sun Holy Sect—

He had already weighed the fallout.

After all, his rivals wouldn't ignore a chance to accuse him if possible. Though he hadn't foreseen Wen Haoyu emerging to whine after fleeing.

Bai Tianheng stayed silent.

He just observed his son. Poised and assured.

Not a trace of worry.

He lacked the full details.

But he understood his son deeply.

Bai Zihan never acted without certainty.

Bai Tianheng nodded deliberately.

"I see!"

He skipped querying the precise plans.

He avoided pressing for facts.

"We shall head to the court the day after tomorrow then."

Bai Zihan shook his head.

"Father," he stated evenly, "you do not need to go. I alone should suffice."