Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! - Chapter 403

Chapter 403: Carried Away by Force (Literally)
CLANG! CLANG!

Mó Zūn’s gaze slowly shifted.

It locked onto Bai Zihan.

Gone was the disbelief.

Gone was the momentary shock.

What replaced it was something far sinister.

A killing intent so dense it leaked out unconsciously.

Bai Zihan wasn’t just a potential genius anymore—he was already a great threat.

At the Spirit Severing Realm, he had slaughtered three Great Ascension Demonic Elders.

(And if he’s allowed to grow…)

Mó Zūn’s eyes narrowed to slits.

There was a hundred percent guarantee that he would become a threat that even he and the other Demonic Immortals might not be able to handle.

In that instant, Mó Zūn made his decision.

Killing Bai Zihan was no longer optional.

It was imperative.

His saber hummed softly as Demonic Qi gathered beneath his feet.

The space around him twisted.

Then—

He took a step forward.

The movement was subtle.

But Bai Chu noticed immediately.

“You think I won’t see that?”

Bai Chu’s Sword intent exploded outward, sharp and absolute, crashing directly into Mó Zūn’s path.

The air screamed as Bai Chu stepped forward, placing himself squarely between Mó Zūn and Bai Zihan.

His expression was icy.

His killing intent, no longer restrained.

“Where are you going?”

Bai Chu asked coldly.

Mó Zūn stopped.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze to meet Bai Chu’s.

(Looks like this isn’t going to be easy.)

With Bai Chu keeping him in check, getting to Bai Zihan wasn’t possible.

***

After feeding the High-Grade Rank-6 Qi Recovery Pill, Chu Ziyan didn’t wait.

Even with Qi returning to Bai Zihan, it would take time for him to recover to a state where he could stand again.

And this place was not safe.

“Everyone,” she said quickly, her voice steady despite the urgency, “we’re leaving the battlefield. Now!”

The Chu Clan nodded without hesitation.

Bai Zihan had already done more than enough, and it would be better if he left the battlefield now.

“We will also help!”

A few Void Refinement Realm cultivators stepped forward to escort Bai Zihan out.

Chu Ziyan moved first.

She bent down and lifted him off the ground.

One arm under his knees.

The other supported his back.

A perfect princess carry.

Bai Zihan’s mind went blank.

His vision spun—not from dizziness, but sheer embarassment.

“W—What are you doing?!”

His voice cracked despite himself, embarrassment flooding his face.

No matter how injured he was…

No matter how exhausted…

This was absolutely unacceptable.

“Put me down—now!”

Bai Zihan demanded with authority.

Chu Ziyan didn’t even slow down.

“You can barely stand,” she said calmly. “Stop moving and making this hard for me.”

“Chu Ziyan, I demand that you put me down right here.”

Bai Zihan ordered with a stern voice.

Right now, he was facing the greatest embarrassment of his life.

He tried to flail and escape from Chu Ziyan’s arms; however, his body refused to move no matter how much he tried.

“…!”

His body betrayed him.

Chu Ziyan tightened her grip slightly, completely ignoring his protests.

“Looks like you have no choice.”

Chu Ziyan said teasingly with a smile.

Bai Zihan clenched his jaw. He had forgotten who Chu Ziyan was.

As if she would listen to him.

***

Around them, Demonic Cultivators noticed Bai Zihan’s state.

Their eyes lit up.

“He’s injured!”

“We can kill him. He can’t even move.”

“Keke… the rewards for killing Bai Zihan shouldn’tt be low, right?”

Killing intent surged from every direction.

The Chu Clan Member stepped forward including those in the Void Refinement Realm.

“Don’t think killing Bai Zihan will be easy!”

The ground cracked beneath their feet.

Void Refinement pressure slammed outward.

Chu Ziyan didn’t wait.

“Move!”

The Chu Clan responded instantly.

Boom!

Several waves of pressure burst outward as they formed a tight protective formation around Chu Ziyan and Bai Zihan.

Barriers rose one after another, overlapping like layers of glass around Bai Zihan and Chu Ziyan.

They began to retreat—fast and decisive.

But the Demonic Cultivators didn’t give up.

Not even for a moment.

“They are leaving!”

“Stop them!”

“Kill Bai Zihan—now!”

Madness lit their eyes.

Even Nascent Soul cultivators charged forward without hesitation, ignoring the crushing Void Refinement pressure bearing down on them.

Some spat blood as they forced themselves ahead, eyes burning with only killing intent.

It didn’t matter that Bai Zihan was protected.

It didn’t matter that Void Refinement Elders stood in their way.

If Bai Zihan died here, it would be worth it.

Chu Ziyan’s eyes hardened.

Looks like Demonic Cultivators were determined to kill her husband today.

She adjusted her grip slightly, holding Bai Zihan even tighter as she accelerated.

Whoosh!

Bai Zihan felt everything.

The rushing wind.

The violent fluctuations of Qi.

The sound of battle erupting all around them.

And worst of all—

The sensation of being carried.

His face burned.

His fists clenched helplessly against Chu Ziyan’s sleeve.

(I’ll remember this…!)

Anger and humiliation churned violently in his chest.

(Once I recover, I’ll kill every one of you!)

Bai Zihan vowed to himself, glaring at the Demonic Cultivators.

He blamed them for the miserable state he was in.

Of course, it had been entirely his own choice to use the Heaven’s Mandate Reversal Technique and end up like this.

But he reasoned that if the Demonic Cultivators hadn’t attacked him, there would have been no need to retreat—and no need to leave the battlefield at all.

Now, he was being princess-carried in front of everyone.

Even if it wasn’t entirely their fault—

Bai Zihan still blamed them.

After all, that was the kind of person he was.

Boom!

A Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivator lunged out of the smoke, eyes crazed, blade slashing straight toward Bai Zihan’s exposed side.

“Die!”

Before the blade could land—

Slash!

A streak of cold sword light flashed past Chu Ziyan’s shoulder.

The Demonic Cultivator’s head flew clean off.

Blood sprayed through the air.

“Trying to touch our Young Master?”

A Bai Clan Void Refinement Elder stepped forward, his expression frigid.

“Over our dead bodies.”

More figures joined them.

Bai Clan members arrived, supporting the Chu Clan as they worked together to escort Bai Zihan out.

“Advance together!”

“Cover the rear!”

“Suppress them!”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Void Refinement pressure layered upon Void Refinement pressure, crushing the charging Demonic Cultivators back.

Soul Formation Realm cultivators and below were sent flying like leaves in a storm, bodies shattered mid-air.

Yet even then—

More came.

Relentless.

Fanatical.

Chu Ziyan grit her teeth.

“They’re insane!”

The retreat continued.

Step by step.

Blood stained the ground behind them.

Finally—after what felt like an eternity—the pressure eased.

The Demonic Cultivators were forced back, unwilling but unable to break through the combined might of the Bai and Chu Clans.

Only then did Chu Ziyan slow a bit.

Bai Zihan exhaled sharply.

And immediately—

“Put me down!”

He demanded once again, but this time it was calm.

Chu Ziyan paused.

She glanced down at him.

“You can stand?”

“…Barely,” he replied through clenched teeth. “But this is worse.”

The corners of Chu Ziyan’s lips twitched.

Then she gently lowered him, supporting his weight as his feet touched the ground.

Bai Zihan straightened with effort, forcing his spine rigid despite the tremor in his legs.

His gaze swept over the battlefield behind them.

“Did you hate being carried by me that much?”

Chu Ziyan asked.

“So much so that dying might have been better.”

Bai Zihan replied without hesitation.

“Hmph! Next time, I’ll leave you to die then.”

“Thank you! That would be much better!”