Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 6 6: Bai Xueqing

After stripping off his clothes, Bai Zihan entered the pool, letting the soothing, warm water cleanse his body of all impurities.

"Ahh…"

Leaning back and sinking further into the depths of the bath, he released a long, contented sigh.

As the tightness in his muscles vanished, he felt his body drawing in the lingering spiritual energy from the water, which began to further temper his meridians.

Bai Zihan finally permitted himself a moment of true relaxation, something he hadn't done in a long time.

His bath concluded after roughly half an hour, and he prepared to depart.

Standing up with water cascading off his skin, Bai Zihan reached for a nearby towel.

He dried himself with efficient, practiced movements before sliding into the clean robes provided by Luo Qing.

The garment was crafted from smooth, premium fabric—a deep black silk decorated with subtle silver embroidery.

Fully dressed, he approached the bronze mirror fixed to the wall of the bathing chamber.

This would be his very first time seeing his new reflection.

He halted abruptly as he stepped before the glass.

The face looking back possessed flawless skin and piercing eyes, all wrapped in an expression that radiated pure arrogance.

It was a visage created for a single goal: to be crushed by the protagonist before the plot truly thickened.

He was undeniably handsome, yet it was a sharp, malicious beauty that practically screamed 'Young Master cannon fodder.'

He looked the part perfectly—that specific brand of wicked attractiveness reserved for 'disposable stepping stones.'

Strands of his damp black hair clung to his forehead, making the contrast with his striking red eyes even more intense.

Leaning in, his eyes narrowed in scrutiny.

(Seriously? This is the face the world decided to give me?)

It felt as though the heavens had put extra effort into sculpting the quintessential 'Young Master You Must Defeat' look.

A low, cynical laugh escaped Bai Zihan’s lips.

Of course!

It was only natural he would look like this.

Everything clicked into place now.

He didn't just carry the name of a fated antagonist; he possessed the physical appearance to match the role.

He continued to study himself, his fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

Stepping away from his reflection, he let out a sigh.

(Well, I suppose being good-looking is a plus!)

Nevertheless, understanding how others perceived him helped clarify his situation.

If this reality truly mirrored the plot of a cultivation novel…

Then he had to rewrite his destiny immediately.

Leaving the chamber, he called out for his attendant.

"Luo Qing, are you there?"

He intended to have Luo Qing arrange a meal, as many days had passed since he last consumed food.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't mind an empty stomach; a cultivator could survive for weeks without sustenance, and with the help of certain pills, eating became entirely unnecessary.

However, his Earthly instincts were not so easily discarded.

Food had been one of the few genuine pleasures of his previous life.

He didn't eat merely to survive; he lived for the joy of eating.

While he had been a person of modest means who ate ordinary meals in his past life, his current status changed everything—he could now demand any delicacy he desired.

"Luo Qing!"

Bai Zihan shouted once more.

It was unusual for her not to appear instantly. From his memories, Luo Qing rarely committed such lapses in duty.

Just as he began to wonder about her absence, Luo Qing finally arrived.

!!!

It wasn't her presence that startled him, but rather the individual accompanying her.

"Bai Zihan, so this is where you’ve been!"

The voice was arrogant and heavy with authority.

Only one person in the whole Desolate Heaven Empire would dare address Bai Zihan in such a manner—his elder sister, Bai Xueqing.

She was the premier genius of the Bai Clan, the crown jewel of the younger generation, and a legendary figure within the Desolate Heaven Empire.

This was the first time Bai Zihan had looked upon her face in person.

Flowing silver hair fell down her back like moonlight, standing out against her elegant dark robes which were stitched with patterns of frost.

Her eyes were a piercing icy-blue, resembling a frozen winter lake—unforgiving and calm, with a sharpness that felt as though it could pierce through any facade.

Her frame was lithe but radiated power, a clear sign of her intense martial training.

In contrast to Luo Qing’s soft beauty, Bai Xueqing possessed the sophisticated aura of a martial goddess—confident, unwavering, and completely out of reach.

She was a figure at the summit, revered by the masses of the empire.

At this moment, she was looking straight at Bai Zihan with a blend of slight irritation and impatience.

It was to be expected.

To the Bai Clan, Bai Xueqing was a dragon destined for the heavens.

And what of Bai Zihan?

He had always been the shameful younger brother, a mere shadow trailing behind her brilliance.

Bai Xueqing crossed her arms, her brow furrowing slightly.

She had come expecting him to be sulking, trembling, or attempting to dodge the lecture she intended to give.

Instead, he stood before her, perfectly composed and calm.

She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Bai Zihan, what are you doing?"

She demanded, her voice ringing with its customary power.

Bai Zihan blinked in response.

(What a ridiculous question.)

He mirrored her posture by crossing his own arms and replied casually, "I was taking a bath. What does it look like?"

Total silence followed.

Luo Qing’s eyes went wide with alarm.

Even Bai Xueqing’s face froze for a second, clearly caught off guard by such a blunt answer.

In the past, Bai Zihan wouldn't even have the courage to look her in the eye, let alone talk back with such indifference.

She was accustomed to him being fearful and submissive in her presence, making this sudden shift in attitude…

Quite unsettling.

Standing silently behind Bai Xueqing, Luo Qing looked back and forth between the siblings, her expression one of utter shock.

(This… this isn't right. Young Master Bai Zihan never talks back to Lady Xueqing like that!)

While Bai Zihan had always been a bully to those beneath him, he had always been a different person when facing his sister.

He had never shown her a hint of defiance before.

Yet here he was—speaking with total poise, without a shred of fear or hesitation.

Bai Xueqing’s keen eyes scrutinized him intently.

Something about him had shifted.

For as long as she could remember, Bai Zihan’s eyes were always clouded with self-pity, anger, or hollow bravado.

But now, there was something different in them.

Something entirely new.

He met her gaze directly.

No trembling! No looking away!