Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! - Chapter 232: Bai Zihan Walks In
Chapter 232: Bai Zihan Walks In
Inside, the air was thick with dust and darkness.
Bai Zihan stepped casually into the building said to be the Black Lantern Society’s headquarters, his hands still tucked in his sleeves, his eyes calm.
The space was dimly lit by flickering oil lamps mounted on the cracked walls, casting dancing shadows that made the old wooden beams creak like something alive.
The floor was scuffed, bloodstained in places, and the scent of dried herbs barely masked the iron tang that clung to the room.
There were people inside.
A dozen men and women in black clothes and veils lounged around low tables, some sharpening blades, others drinking tea.
But the moment the door creaked open behind Bai Zihan, every head turned.
Weapons slid from sleeves. Killing intent flickered like lightning in their eyes.
“Who are you?”
One of them barked, stepping forward, hand already on the hilt of a curved dagger. His voice was hoarse, and a long scar ran down his cheek.
Another, a tall man leaning against a wooden pillar, narrowed his eyes.
“You picked the wrong place to wander into, boy. Turn around and you might leave with your legs.”
None of them recognized him—yet. Not in this dim light.
Kong Zhanghong entered right behind him, his face pale, sweat on his brow.
His eyes darted around the room, locking briefly onto a pair of Soul Formation auras lurking in the back.
There were also several Nascent Soul Realms, each reeking of blood.
But Bai Zihan didn’t even glance at them.
He took a step forward. Then another.
His tone was soft—barely more than a murmur—but every person in the room heard him clearly.
“I’m here for a conversation.”
The tension in the room twisted tighter, like a bowstring pulled to its limit.
The scar-faced man laughed.
“A conversation? With whom, exactly?”
He still considered Bai Zihan just a young boy who didn’t know where he was.
Bai Zihan stopped in the center of the room.
“Whoever’s in charge.”
The laughter died down—because their leader, even the most prominent member of the Black Lantern Society, couldn’t be met casually.
A man seated near the corner froze, squinting hard through the flickering light. He leaned forward, his breath catching.
Then his eyes widened in disbelief.
“…That’s… That’s Bai Zihan! I must quickly inform the leader.”
He immediately stood up and nearly stumbled over his chair in his haste.
Without a word, he turned and rushed toward the back corridor, vanishing through a door behind a beaded curtain.
He was going to report to the leader.
Kong Zhanghong’s heart pounded. This was it.
They were inside the den. And the wolves were stirring.
But Bai Zihan’s expression hadn’t changed.
“Do you even know where you are?”
The scar-faced man asked.
Bai Zihan turned his head slightly, meeting the man’s gaze with a calm, steady look.
“Yes,” he said softly. “Isn’t this the Black Lantern Society’s headquarters?”
The silence that followed was not the silence of confusion, but one of dawning realization—and alarm.
Eyes widened.
The tension doubled.
This wasn’t some lost noble’s son who had wandered into the wrong teahouse.
He knew exactly where he was.
He had come here.
On purpose!
The scar-faced man from earlier sucked in a sharp breath, his posture tightening.
The tall man by the pillar now stood fully upright, both hands at the ready, his gaze flicking toward the beaded curtain the informant had disappeared behind.
One of the veiled women subtly shifted her position to block the nearest exit.
“How do you know about this place?”
A cold, harsh voice demanded from the corner.
Another man stepped forward—this one older, broader, with a jagged sword strapped to his back.
His spiritual aura flickered faintly, not yet released, but unmistakably Soul Formation Realm.
“No one knows this place unless we allow them to know,” the man said slowly. “So either you’re lying… or someone told you. And either way—”
He took another step forward, eyes narrowing.
“—You’re not leaving this place today.”
Kong Zhanghong swallowed hard. He could feel the pressure rising in the room, like a dam seconds before bursting.
But Bai Zihan remained completely still.
His hands were still tucked in his sleeves. His posture relaxed. Almost lazy.
“Whether I leave or not,” Bai Zihan replied, “depends on whether your leader is willing to come out and talk.”
The veiled woman laughed sharply.
“You still think you’re in a position to ask questions?”
She asked.
“Yes!”
Bai Zihan replied.
“F**K it! I’m going to break every bone in your limbs, and then I’ll ask you again—who told you.”
The scar-faced said.
That was the signal.
Half a dozen shadows surged forward in a coordinated motion—blades flashing, talismans igniting mid-air, dark smoke twisting like snakes.
Killing intent crashed toward Bai Zihan from all sides.
Bai Zihan didn’t flinch.
Not when blades gleamed in the shadows, not when talismans ignited with ghostly green light, not even when killing intent surged like a crashing wave.
Instead, he let out a soft breath.
And moved.
Whoosh!
Before anyone could react, Bai Zihan was already among them.
A flick of his sleeve, and the veiled woman slammed into the wall with a choking gasp—blood spraying from her mouth as her dantian cracked.
“Argh!”
“W-What? What happened?”
“Where is he?”
The Nascent Soul Realm cultivators couldn’t even see Bai Zihan’s figure and were confused by his sudden appearance and disappearance.
“There!”
The scar-faced man pointed his finger toward Bai Zihan as he made his own move toward him.
But, a step forward, and the scar-faced man’s curved dagger shattered in his hand before he screamed, his wrist twisted backward at an unnatural angle.
“Ahhhhh! How is this possible!”
The scar-faced man was confused as his beloved Profound-Grade dagger was completely destroyed by Bai Zihan’s sword.
Not to mention, he, a Soul Formation Realm expert, was easily defeated like this by someone whose hair isn’t even fully grown.
Another flick—this time of two fingers—and the tall man by the pillar flew backward, crashing through two tables and groaning as he lay sprawled in the wreckage.
It was effortless. Clinical. Precise.
The room devolved into chaos.
Two more assassins—both Nascent Soul cultivators—lunged in from opposite angles, one wielding a chain whip and the other a crescent-shaped glaive.
Bai Zihan didn’t even turn his head.
His fingers brushed the air.
Crack!
The chain shattered into links. The glaive snapped in half mid-swing.
Before either attacker could comprehend what had happened, they were hurled backward by a formless wave of force—crashing hard, ribs shattering.
“Stop—!”
One of the Soul Formation cultivators at the back shouted, his face pale.
“He’s Mid Soul Formation at least—no, perhaps High Soul Formation Realm! We need to work together!”
The other Soul Formation expert cursed.
“He doesn’t even look twenty—what kind of monster cultivator is this?!”
The broad man with the jagged sword finally drew his weapon, face grim.
“Don’t hold back. Move as if to kill him!”
His sword flared with dark-red spiritual Qi as he stepped forward, aura rising like a tide.
The second Soul Formation cultivator followed, lightning wreathing his palms.
They moved together—synchronized and deadly.
But just before they could strike—
A voice rang out.
“Stop!”
It wasn’t loud, but it cut through the chaos like a blade.
Instantly, everyone froze.
Even the two Soul Formation experts halted mid-step, their expressions twisting in hesitation.
From behind the beaded curtain, a figure emerged.
She was dressed in plain, midnight robes embroidered with silver threads, her long hair tied back with a bone clasp.
Her presence was quiet, but oppressive—a still mountain at midnight.
Her eyes were narrow, pitch-black, like twin abysses that saw through everything.
She looked at Bai Zihan. Then at the injured assassins littering the floor.
Then back to Bai Zihan again.
She hadn’t expected that in the little time it took to get here, so many of her assassins would be lying on the ground including Soul Formation Realm cultivator.
This was a disgrace to the Black Lantern Society—but also a sign of just how powerful Bai Zihan actually was.
There was no longer any need to debate. The person before her was the famous Bai Zihan.
“You’re Bai Zihan,” she said, her voice low and smooth. “Heir of the Bai Clan. What are you doing here?”
Bai Zihan inclined his head, hands still calmly folded in his sleeves.
“You must be the leader of the Black Lantern Society.”
“I am!”
She walked forward slowly, without fear, but not with arrogance either. Just the deliberate pace of someone used to being in control.
“My name is Xie Wanshou.”
She stopped a few paces away from Bai Zihan, meeting his gaze directly.
“I take it this visit of yours… is not random?”
Bai Zihan’s lips curved faintly.
“No. I have questions. About the assassin who tried to kill me and Bai Xinyue a year ago.”
Xie Wanshou’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“And you think we were responsible?”
“Perhaps. Even if not,” Bai Zihan said softly, “I think your organization knows who it was.”
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