Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! - Chapter 259: The Girl Who Bore Yin Poison

Chapter 259: The Girl Who Bore Yin Poison

(Yin Energy? Poisonous?)

Bai Zihan tried to think about what it could be, but of course, he wouldn’t know more than those Imperial Doctors.

But unlike Jin Yuanzhan, he didn’t just think it was some disease.

To be able to absorb so much Yang Energy and still have excessive Yin energy—it meant that she had some abnormal constitution.

Which might be a blessing or a curse depending on one’s situation.

And right now, it was definitely a curse.

(Immortal Emperor, do you know anything about this?)

He asked, knowing that Immortal Emperor Feilian must have listened to their conversation.

“The description is too vague to come to a conclusion. Perhaps if I were to check on her personally, I would know.”

She answered.

Bai Zihan nodded.

There were indeed too many possibilities to draw an early conclusion just from Jin Yuanzhan’s description.

“Happy now? I shall leave then!”

Jin Yuanzhan declared.

“Wait!”

Bai Zihan said.

Jin Yuanzhan turned around, confused about why Bai Zihan stopped him. He thought he had already satisfied this Young Master’s curiosity.

“Take me to see your sister!”

Bai Zihan demanded.

Jin Yuanzhan stiffened, his eyes narrowing in alarm.

“What do you want from my sister?”

He asked sharply, voice edged with hostility.

Bai Zihan arched his brow, amused by the defensive reaction.

“Hah? What would I even want? I only said I’ll check and see what’s up with her body.”

He replied calmly, his tone carrying no ulterior motives.

But Jin Yuanzhan didn’t take it lightly.

His fists clenched, and his body trembled—though whether from lingering weakness or agitation, it was hard to say.

“If you have some strange hobby of watching others suffer,” Jin spat bitterly, “then go elsewhere. Don’t use my sister for your amusement.”

Bai Zihan’s eyes sharpened.

This level of defensiveness was… more than what one would expect.

(Is it my reputation?)

Although improved, there was no way people would forget a decade of his infamy.

“You don’t need to know my intentions, but remember who I am. Perhaps I might decide to help you if I’m in a good mood. Who knows?”

The words struck deeper.

Jin Yuanzhan froze, caught in conflicted thought.

(Help?)

The Azure Sun Holy Sect had already discarded him, their promises shattered as easily as glass.

He had nothing left, no backing, no future… and his sister’s life hung by a thread.

Without constant Yang Energy, she would wither away in pain until the poison consumed her completely.

Yet here was Bai Zihan.

Even Jin Yuanzhan had heard the rumors. Everyone had.

The way this Young Master had thrown wealth around at the recent auction, buying treasures at prices that even entire sects would balk at.

A necklace—three million, just for his fiancée.

Three million! A number Jin Yuanzhan couldn’t even begin to fathom, a number that to him seemed beyond mortal reach.

If someone like this—someone with vast resources—chose to help… then perhaps… just perhaps…

“Fine!”

Jin Yuanzhan said at last, his voice low, bitter, but resigned.

“I will take you to her. But you must promise that you won’t harm her.”

Despite having no strength and clearly being injured, he tried to threaten, making it clear it wasn’t merely words.

“I have never met her nor do I have a grudge against you. So, there is no need to worry about me harming her.”

Bai Zihan answered.

“Take this!”

Bai Zihan tossed over a Grade-4 Pill meant for recovering injuries.

“At the very least, I need you to be able to walk,” he said.

Jin Yuanzhan stared at the pill.

It was a top-tier Grade-4 Pill—something that would cost quite a bit—yet Bai Zihan handed it out as though it meant nothing.

Perhaps he had made the right choice?

***

The journey was not exactly short.

Though the Azure Sun Holy Sect was based near the capital, unlike the other sects whose disciples often traveled weeks to arrive, it still took nearly five hours by carriage to reach Jin Yuanzhan’s home.

When they finally arrived, Bai Zihan stepped out and regarded the place in silence.

Home?

No, it could hardly be called that. A ramshackle hut stood crooked on its foundation, patched together with worn planks and broken tiles.

The wind seeped through the gaps, and the faint smell of damp rot lingered in the air.

The spirit beast that pulled his carriage—well-fed, groomed, and housed in a reinforced stable—had better living conditions than this. Far better!

Still, Bai Zihan did not frown nor comment.

In his previous life, he had seen far worse places than this.

For him, such poverty no longer provoked disdain or pity, merely a quiet acknowledgment of reality.

Moreover, both he and Kong Zhanghong knew why Jin Yuanzhan lived in such a way despite being at the Soul Formation Realm.

Because his sister’s treatment was anything but cheap.

“Come!”

Jin Yuanzhan’s voice softened as he pushed the worn wooden door open.

Inside was dim but clean—he had done what he could to keep the place livable.

A faint herbal scent lingered, and by the bedside sat an elderly woman in plain clothes, carefully wringing out a cloth and laying it across the girl’s forehead.

When she saw Jin Yuanzhan, the old caretaker rose at once, bowing slightly.

“Young Master, you’re back.”

Jin Yuanzhan’s hardened eyes softened as he nodded.

“Thank you, Auntie. You’ve worked hard taking care of her.”

The woman shook her head.

“It’s nothing. Your sister is a good child.”

With that, she quietly excused herself, slipping out to give them privacy.

At once, Jin Yuanzhan’s stern demeanor melted away.

His expression, usually clouded with bitterness, brightened with genuine warmth.

“Sister, I’m back!”

He called gently, almost cheerfully. “And I’ve brought… friends.”

From the small bed by the window, a frail figure stirred.

A girl, thin and pale, her breathing faintly uneven, raised herself with effort. Despite her condition, her eyes lit up the moment she saw him.

“Brother…”

She whispered, her voice weak but affectionate. She struggled to sit straighter, as though to greet their guests properly.

But the effort sent a tremor through her arms, her complexion paling further.

She forced a smile and bowed her head slightly.

“I… I apologize… for such a poor display in front of guests… Cough***”

“Don’t mind it.”

Bai Zihan replied.

He looked at her curiously.

Indeed, there was something about her—especially her cultivation, which was already in the Nascent Soul Realm.

Well, that wasn’t too unexpected, because she had been absorbing all that Yang Energy, and it would be strange if her cultivation hadn’t soared.

But despite such cultivation, it seemed like her body was still giving her so many problems that she, a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, was bedridden.

The girl blinked, her gaze drifting toward him.

She had seen many expressions before—pitying looks that treated her as half-dead, disdainful glances that weighed her as a burden.

But Bai Zihan’s eyes were different.

They carried no pity or contempt.

This was the first time anyone had given her such looks.

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