Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! Chapter 120: The Son Who Surpassed Expectations

Silence lingered a mont longer, as if the entire Bai Clan needed ti to digest what had just happened.

Then, the elders stirred.

A few exchanged glances, still stunned by what they had just witnessed.

"Truly... astonishing!"

Elder Bai Wei said, his voice carrying across the courtyard.

"I can’t believe Zihan was hiding sothing like this. Looks like heaven has truly blessed our Bai Clan."

He had been the first to object to Bai Zihan’s inclusion as a participant earlier, but now, he’d been proven wrong on every level.

He had no choice but to admit that Bai Zihan wasn’t just qualified—he was the one who would lead the Bai Clan forward.

His words seed to unfreeze the rest of the elders.

"To display such overwhelming strength, control, and restraint at the Nascent Soul Realm—at sixteen—isn’t just rare. It’s unheard of. That level of swordsmanship... it’s beyond what most of us achieved even in our pri."

"Indeed," said another elder, nodding gravely.

"That last attack... I reckon he’s already on the verge of perfecting the Nine Shadows Flowing Light Sword technique."

Another chid in, half amazed and half bitter, "Two Nascent Soul Realm disciples at sixteen. Bai Tianheng, you old bastard, what the hell have you been feeding your kids?"

That caused a ripple of chuckles among the elders—equal parts impressed and envious.

After all, Bai Tianheng had already been blessed with a top-tier genius in his daughter.

Everyone figured having a ’waste’ of a son balanced it out.

But now... that so-called waste turned out to be just like his sister.

And the only thing they could feel was envy.

Bai Tianheng stood near the platform, arms folded, trying to maintain his usual stoic expression.

But the way his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners, the quiet pride in his gaze as he looked at Bai Zihan—it was obvious to anyone paying attention.

Pride, sharp and undeniable, glimred in his eyes.

Still, there was a trace of awkwardness too.

This was the first ti the elders were praising Bai Zihan... instead of complaining about him and he wasn’t used to it.

Even Bai Wei—the most vocal critic—was praising him without hesitation.

The shift in tone was so sharp, it could’ve cut steel.

Elder Bai Feng, who had remained silent the longest, finally let out a reluctant sigh.

His eyes flicked toward his son, Bai Jian—currently slumped over and groaning on the ground, his pride shattered into pieces that might never be put back together.

Then, he looked at Bai Zihan—still standing tall amidst the wreckage, sword in hand, not a trace of smugness on his face, just his usual expression as if he didn’t just wipe the floor with the Elites of Bai Clan.

(...I’ll admit it, even if I won’t say it out loud—your son’s better than mine.)

That thought alone made his gut twist, but there was no denying it. Not after what he’d just witnessed.

(I really thought Jian was going to carry the clan’s future... but today, I saw it clearly. The gap between them isn’t a crack—it’s a damn chasm.)

Cultivation level, mastery of technique... and Sword Intent.

He’d sensed it. That final strike—it carried Sword Intent.

And that was when Bai Feng gave up on the idea of his son ever catching up.

Bai Zihan wasn’t just talented. He was a once-in-a-billion genius.

His jaw clenched as he watched Bai Zihan calmly sheathe his sword.

Nearby, Bai Tianheng stayed quiet, but one corner of his mouth twitched upward.

Bai Zihan, anwhile, simply stood there—robe tattered, sword in hand, blood trailing down his arm—but with his chin slightly raised.

He didn’t say anything cocky.

Didn’t throw insults.

He didn’t need to.

The battlefield—the groaning disciples, the shattered pride—was already speaking for him.

"Ahem! Looks like the result is undeniable. Bai Zihan will participate, and he will also act as your leader. Do you all understand?"

Bai Feng finally announced amidst the confusion.

"Yes!"

The disciples answered in unison—at least, those who were still conscious. The ones who fought were being carried away for healing.

Bai Zihan hadn’t seriously injured anyone. They’d recover quickly with so healing pills.

"Bai Zihan, do you have anything to say as the Team Leader?"

Bai Tianheng asked, expecting an inspiring speech—the sort of thing leaders usually gave.

He got caught up in the mont and forgot for a second... This was still his son.

"Don’t drag down. And listen to whatever I say."

Bai Zihan said flatly.

Bai Tianheng’s pride montarily deflated. He blinked as reality reasserted itself.

Yep. Still the sa brat!

"Ahem! That’s all. Everyone, prepare well for tomorrow. And Zihan’er—co with . We need to talk."

Bai Tianheng said, turning away.

Soon, Bai Tianheng and Bai Zihan were alone in the patriarch’s study.

Bai Tianheng studied his son closely. He still looked the sa... but he knew, he had gained power beyond what his previous self could.

"Since when did you reach the Nascent Soul Realm?"

Bai Tianheng asked.

"A few days ago!"

Bai Zihan answered honestly.

"Mmm..."

Bai Tianheng was in deep thought.

Bai Zihan’s answer didn’t match that of the power shown by him.

His cultivation wasn’t just stable—it already showed signs of breaking through to the next level.

So, it is hard to believe that Bai Zihan has broken through just recently but he didn’t press further.

"Son... you know what I’m going to ask next, right?"

Bai Tianheng said.

Bai Zihan nodded. He’d been expecting it, honestly, though it had taken longer than he thought.

"You want to know how I suddenly beca so strong?"

Bai Tianheng nodded again.

Bai Zihan began his explanation.

"Father, do you rember when Mother stole the Dao Bone from Bai Xinyue and gave it to ?"

Bai Tianheng stiffened and nodded. It was one of his greatest regrets—sothing that still haunted him with guilt.

"Yes... So, you did gain her cultivation talent?"

He assud this must be the case. Bai Xinyue’s talent had long been speculated to surpass even Bai Xueqing.

If Bai Zihan had inherited that, it would explain a lot about his sudden growth.

But Bai Zihan shook his head.

"No. If I had, I wouldn’t have been a waste for so many years."

He continued.

"What I ant is... instead of helping, that Dao Bone was actually hindering my cultivation."

Bai Tianheng’s eyes widened in disbelief.

He had never expected—nor heard—that transferring a Dao Bone could hinder one’s cultivation. Then again, it made sense. Dao Bones were incredibly rare, and hardly anyone had experience with taking one from soone else.

But what he didn’t expect was that his wife, who only wanted to help their son, had ended up giving him sothing that held him back instead.

"So... what did you do?"

"I removed it."

"You what?"

"I took out the Dao Bone."

"You an by yourself?!"

"Yes!"

Bai Tianheng looked like he might have a heart attack.

"How?! That’s incredibly dangerous! And painful! Son, how could you take such a risk?!"

"Maybe it was painful?"

He wouldn’t know because his System took out his Dao Bone in an instant without much trouble.

"But even so... that doesn’t explain how you reached the Nascent Soul Realm so fast."

Bai Tianheng still couldn’t wrap his head around it. If Zihan’s cultivation speed beca normal, none of this made sense.

Moreover, his cultivation speed before he got Dao Bone was still insanely slow no matter what type of resources was spent on him.

"Oh, right. It must be because of this."

Bai Zihan held up his arm.

A faint glow shimred beneath his skin.

He revealed his Supre Dao Bone.

Bai Tianheng stared. Baffled. Speechless.

"This..."

He didn’t even need to be sure. He could feel it. This was sothing beyond even Bai Xinyue’s Dao Bone.

"It’s the Supre Dao Bone."

Bai Zihan said.

Bai Tianheng’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull.

Supre Dao Bone—a mythical existence. Said to grant unmatched cultivation speed, overwhelming battle power, and the potential to reach the absolute peak of the Dao.

"Zihan’er... are you telling ... you have a Supre Dao Bone?"

"Pretty sure."

A few minutes later!

Bai Tianheng finally accepted it.

His son had a Supre Dao Bone.

A gift from heaven. A one-in-a-million-year blessing.

"Zihan’er... from now on, you must never let anyone find out about this. If soone does..."

He paused.

"Make sure they don’t live long enough to spread it."

Even the Bai Clan couldn’t guarantee Zihan’s safety if word got out. Cultivators from across the world would co.

Empires had gone to war over rumors of a Supre Dao Bone.

Because whoever possessed one... stood at the very peak of cultivation.

Bai Zihan nodded.

He understood perfectly.

Bai Tianheng exhaled heavily, still reeling from the truth.

But at the sa ti, he knew he couldn’t afford to stay shocked.

A divine blessing had fallen upon the Bai Clan.

And now, it was ti to act like it.

"Zihan’er, you can go. Prepare for tomorrow. Supre Dao Bone or not, geniuses from across the Empire will be gathering."

"You better be ready!"