Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 489 The Final Nail in Wen Haoyu's Coffin

Gradually, the Earth Immortal Ancestor lifted his eyelids.

"The experiments started decades ago."

A shiver coursed through the assembly.

"They were launched based on the suggestion from the current Sect Leader, Wen Haoyu."

The statement landed like a thunderbolt.

Wen Haoyu's head jerked up sharply.

"Ancestor! What rubbish are you uttering?!"

Yet the Ancestor went on steadily.

"Back then, our Sect hit a deadlock. Talents dwindled, and our status as a leading sect slipped away."

His tone stayed even, though laden with weight.

"Yet we uncovered the Sun Dao, a treasure we thought could transform our Sect."

Murmurs filled the air, debating what sort of treasure could benefit the entire Sect.

A few showed greed in their gazes, likely plotting to seize it after the chaos, while others eyed the Bai Clan, suspecting they held it.

"Still, we quickly realized that cultivating with the Sun Dao—even using our own technique—proved too overwhelming. That's when Wen Haoyu suggested the experiment."

A chill swept across the hall.

"If fragments were fused into the body, absorbing the Sun Dao's energy might work. Backed by nearly all

higher-ups' consent, the project kicked off."

Shocked intakes of breath burst out.

"The underground rooms were built under his approval."

The Ancestor's eyes shifted a bit.

"All phases of progress got reported straight to him."

Wen Haoyu reeled backward.

"Fabrications!"

He jabbed a quivering finger.

"You're under duress! Controlled by Bai Zihan's mind tricks!"

"Exactly! That has to be true!"

His tone turned piercing.

"He's been twisted by the Bai Clan!"

However, the Earth Immortal Ancestor showed no response.

Rather—

He raised his hand deliberately.

Out of his spatial ring emerged a pile of jade slips and scrolls.

They floated mid-air.

"These represent the formal approval documents."

He declared flatly.

"Personally signed by Sect Leader Wen Haoyu."

The records spread open.

The Emperor signaled.

An aide grabbed a few and brought them forth.

The hall held its breath.

The Emperor inspected one.

Then the next.

His expression grew stormier with every moment.

The handwriting was undeniable.

The Sect Leader's seal stood out boldly.

Spiritual Qi woven into the papers verified their genuineness.

No fakes here.

No tampering.

It was entirely legitimate.

The Emperor set down the scroll carefully.

His stare locked onto Wen Haoyu with icy disdain.

Since he offered no further value, mercy was pointless.

(This stems from your own folly!)

The Emperor reflected inwardly.

With the Azure Sun Ancestor aligning with the Bai Clan, Wen Haoyu had zero chance of escape.

He might have lent aid, but the fallout far outweighed any benefit.

Wen Haoyu's mouth quivered fiercely.

"This... this could be faked!"

He scanned the room in panic.

"Li Jianhong! Zhao Wutian! Speak up!"

Li Jianhong stayed mute.

"Wen Haoyu, you chose this path, so own up to it!"

Zhao Wutian declared.

He recognized that both Wen Haoyu and Azure Sun were finished. In that light, gaining favor and pulling away from Wen Haoyu made sense.

His words signaled his detachment from Wen Haoyu's schemes.

The decisive blow had landed.

No gaps remained.

No spins to apply.

No fall guy to pin it on, as the Ancestor had confessed and pointed right at him.

The Earth Immortal Ancestor uttered his closing remark.

"The blame rests on nearly every elder and grand elder—and above all, Sect Leader Wen Haoyu. These are the involved parties' names."

And thus—

Wen Haoyu's final escape route evaporated.

All eyes turned to the list, revealing almost all Azure Sun elders implicated.

Naturally, a handful of recent promotions remained unaware.

Additionally, a roster of informed disciples appeared, mostly former test subjects who endured.

They counted as blameless—sufferers, not culprits.

A heavy quiet gripped the room after the names surfaced.

Suddenly—

It burst forth.

"How ruthless!"

"Treating live cultivators like lab rats?!"

"This rivals demonic cultivation!"

Cries surged one by one, biting and enraged.

Certain leaders pounded their chair arms.

Some gawked at the roster in shock, then revulsion.

"Decades... this lasted for decades?"

"And they claimed to be a righteous sect!"

The outrage spread rapidly.

"They exploited their own disciples!"

"Turned their kin into test subjects!"

"And the Sect Leader stands here feigning purity?"

Wen Haoyu's complexion paled to gray.

He attempted to retort, but the clamor swallowed his words.

"You started it and still shifted blame!"

"You deceived with every word! But you dare call Young Master Bai a liar."

"This scum merits execution!"

Even Li-Zhao Alliance folks voiced open scorn toward Wen Haoyu.

Performing tests on fellow cultivators while waving the righteous flag... that's demonic sect behavior.

How could they, as upstanding cultivators, allow it?

Yet the main reason was none wished to link themselves to such deeds.

Defending Wen Haoyu would lump them together.

No soul wanted that mark.

The shouts merged into harmony.

"Off with his head!"

"Set him as a warning!"

"Put all participants to death!"

"Purge the corruption!"

The hall, once tilted toward the Bai Clan, now blazed with indignant wrath against Azure Sun.

Wen Haoyu stumbled back as though battered over and over.

"You—you false-faced lot!"

He gestured frantically at the throng.

"You chase power! You lust for treasures! Had you stumbled on the Sun Dao first,

you'd act identically!"

His outburst only fueled the fire.

"What audacity!"

"He won't even show remorse!"

"Muzzle him!"

The Emperor, unmoving on the Dragon Throne, at last extended his hand.

In a flash—

The whole hall hushed.

"Wen Haoyu!"

His command boomed with sovereign power.

"You greenlit banned tests on your Sect's own cultivators.

You persisted for decades."

"You tried to deceive this Court. You even aimed to sway the verdict."

Every charge hit like divine judgment.

Wen Haoyu's legs buckled. He realized the Emperor had forsaken him too.

"This Emperor governs the Desolate Heaven Empire by the decree of justice

and virtue."

He halted.

"If we permit such deeds—then how do we differ from demonic powers?"

The Emperor's tone hardened.

"To prove the Empire rejects such wickedness—"

"Wen Haoyu will face public execution."

The decree tolled like doom's knell.

"His death will occur at the capital's central square."

"Let everyone beneath Heaven behold it. Let it echo—"

"That no sect, regardless of might, can breach the Empire's ethical core."

A shared breath released across the court.

"As for the named elders and grand elders—" "They will be seized at once and held for trial."

Armored imperial troops advanced.

Their footsteps rang crisp on the stone floor.

Wen Haoyu's features lost all hue.

"No... no..."

He pleaded silently to Li Jianhong.

To Zhao Wutian.

To anybody.

Not a single person stepped up.

His once-mighty cultivation now seemed powerless under the press of royal decree and collective outrage.

A pair of guards clamped onto him.

He resisted.

"Ancestor! Speak out!"

But the Earth Immortal Ancestor stood motionless.

Gaze downcast.

As though grieving a Sect long fated to collapse.

Wen Haoyu's last howl resounded as they hauled him from the hall.

The gates closed with a thud. Quiet resumed.

And amid that quiet—

More than one gaze drifted to Bai Zihan.

The tempest originated from him.

And concluded just as he intended.