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Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

Chapter 430: The Cripple Walks into the Imperial Capital · Oct 15, 2026

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401 Chapter 401 One Man Against Three! 2026-10-15
402 Chapter 402 Three Great Ascension Demonic Elder Killed! 2026-10-15
403 Chapter 403 Carried Away by Force (Literally) 2026-10-15
404 Chapter 404 Third Clash Ends 2026-10-15
405 Chapter 405 The Call to Withdraw 2026-10-15
406 Chapter 406 Return to the Bai Clan? 2026-10-15
407 Chapter 407 The Saint-Grade Technique Revelation 2026-10-15
408 Chapter 408 Reaching Top Spirit Severing Realm! 2026-10-15
409 Chapter 409 Teaching the Grand Elders 2026-10-15
410 Chapter 410 The Return of the Half-Qilin 2026-10-15
411 Chapter 411 The Battlefield of Relentless Fury 2026-10-15
412 Chapter 412 Sword Turned Against Great Ascension Realm 2026-10-15
413 Chapter 413 Fated to Die Here 2026-10-15
414 Chapter 414 No Path Left to Victory 2026-10-15
415 Chapter 415 Beast Tide Came to an End 2026-10-15
416 Chapter 416 The Letter from Home 2026-10-15
417 Chapter 417 Toward the Great Wilderness 2026-10-15
418 Chapter 418 Then Iʼll Make You Speak 2026-10-15
419 Chapter 419 Bai Zihan Vs Mó Zun! 2026-10-15
420 Chapter 420 Bai Zihanʼs Threat 2026-10-15
421 Chapter 421 Bai Zihan Crippled??? 2026-10-15
422 Chapter 422 Iʼm Crippled! 2026-10-15
423 Chapter 423 Engagement Broken?? 2026-10-15
424 Chapter 424 Iʼll Not Give him! 2026-10-15
425 Chapter 425 Mu Yuelan Hears The News 2026-10-15
426 Chapter 426 Leaving The Northen Defense Line 2026-10-15
427 Chapter 427 Emergency State of the Bai Clan 2026-10-15
428 Chapter 428 Paths to Downfall 2026-10-15
429 Chapter 429 An Invitation to the Capital 2026-10-15
430 Chapter 430: The Cripple Walks into the Imperial Capital 2026-10-15
431 Chapter 431 Desolate Heavenʼs Emperor! 2026-10-15
432 Chapter 432 Rewards Bestowed By Then Emperor! 2026-10-15
433 Chapter 433 A Crippled Dragon Stands Before the Throne 2026-10-15
434 Chapter 434 A Marriage Bestowed, a Line Crossed 2026-10-15
435 Chapter 435 Declaration Of Love! 2026-10-15
436 Chapter 436 Threads of Desire, Unmoving Heart 2026-10-15
437 Chapter 437 Bewitched!!! 2026-10-15
438 Chapter 438: The Ninth Princess’s Mask 2026-10-15
439 Chapter 439 Twice Refused Beneath the Dragon Throne 2026-10-15
440 Chapter 440 Beauty Beneath a Mask 2026-10-15
441 Chapter 441 Assassin at Imperial Banquet! 2026-10-15
442 Chapter 442 An Assassin Beneath the Dragon Throne 2026-10-15
443 Chapter 443 Alliance in the Dark 2026-10-15
444 Chapter 444 Grade-8 Pill?! 2026-10-15
445 Chapter 445 Blueprint of Control 2026-10-15
446 Chapter 446 Heavenly Mandate Assimilation Art! 2026-10-15
447 Chapter 447 False Betrayal, True Scheme 2026-10-15
448 Chapter 448 An Alliance Forged in Resentment 2026-10-15
449 Chapter 449 Dispute Flaring 2026-10-15
450 Chapter 450 The Quiet Sharpening of Blades 2026-10-15

Chapter 430: The Cripple Walks into the Imperial Capital

Bai Zihan managed to convince his father and mother after quite an ordeal.

With him being crippled and enemies watching closely, it wasn’t easy for them to allow him to enter what could very well be a wolf’s den.

However, after his persistent persuasion—and knowing that the Imperial Family was already wary of the Bai Clan—the two of them finally gave in.

Even so, they placed many restrictions on him, ensuring that he was never left alone.

The only exception would be when he went personally to receive his reward from the Emperor.

The day of the ceremony arrived!

At dawn, Bai Clan territory stirred with quiet order.

Flying ships rose one after another from the clan’s inner docks, their hulls engraved with Bai insignias that shimmered faintly as formations activated.

Bai Tianheng personally led the convoy.

The Five Grand Elders were also coming, as they were one of the main reasons the Demonic Forces had been dealt with in the first place.

Bai Zihan stood at the front deck of the central flying ship, dressed in plain white robes, his expression composed and indifferent.

No Qi leaked from his body.

To any outsider, he looked exactly like what the rumors claimed.

A cripple.

Yet none of the Bai Clan members aboard dared to look at him with pity or disdain.

Beside him stood Bai Xueqing, who had also been summoned due to her contribution.

To be honest, the contributions made by the younger generation—aside from Bai Zihan—had a minimal impact on the overall battlefield.

However, the awards still existed for those among the younger generation who had made the greatest contributions.

It was a form of recognition—perhaps a consolation—acknowledging their efforts at such a young age.

Bai Jian was also included in that.

He had fought relentlessly during the Beast Tide, cutting down Demonic Cultivators without hesitation.

His contribution had earned him a place in this convoy—and recognition from the Imperial Family itself.

Of course, being at the Nascent Soul Realm, his contribution was nothing noteworthy compared to Bai Zihan or even Bai Xueqing.

Still, for his age, it could be considered impressive.

Normally, for someone in their twenties, reaching the Nascent Soul Realm was considered standard.

It was Bai Xueqing—and Bai Zihan, who had reached even higher realms—who were abnormal.

The two of them were not competing within their own generation at all.

They were competing with cultivators one—perhaps even two—generations older.

Bai Zihan noticed Bai Jian immediately.

In fact, he had been expecting something.

This was the perfect opportunity for Bai Jian.

He was weak.

Crippled.

If Bai Jian wanted revenge...

If he wanted to reclaim the Heir position...

This was the moment.

Yet—

Nothing happened.

Bai Jian stood several steps away, his gaze occasionally drifting toward Bai Zihan.

Their eyes met once.

Bai Jian stiffened almost imperceptibly—then looked away, turning his head as if nothing had happened.

No mockery.

No cold remarks.

No veiled provocation.

Bai Zihan frowned slightly.

(...Strange.)

He observed Bai Jian a few more times throughout the journey.

Sometimes, Bai Jian would glance over.

But each time their eyes met, Bai Jian would turn away again.

Still no words.

No action.

No hostility made explicit.

If this had been the past, it would have been the perfect opportunity for Bai Jian to mock him—or even provoke him openly.

(Did I give him too much trauma?)

Bai Zihan thought.

(Well, I don’t care.)

He dismissed the matter quickly.

If Bai Jian wanted to act, he would eventually.

If not, it changed nothing.

Still, his thoughts drifted.

Perhaps Bai Jian—and Uncle Bai Feng—were simply waiting.

Waiting to confirm whether he was truly crippled beyond recovery.

It was possible they feared that this crippled state was only temporary.

If Bai Jian truly intended to seize the Heir position, this should have been the perfect opportunity.

Yet Bai Zihan had not heard a single rumor of Bai Feng—or anyone else—making a move.

In the past, right after he was declared crippled, his status as heir would have been revoked immediately.

Yet so much time had passed, and he still held the position.

The flying ships cut through the clouds, heading straight toward the heart of the Desolate Heaven Empire.

Soon, the Imperial Capital came into view.

Unlike the tense and oppressive atmosphere that had shrouded the Empire during the Beast Tide, the capital was now vibrant and alive.

Banners fluttered from towering walls and palace spires, embroidered with imperial insignias and symbols of victory.

The streets below were packed shoulder to shoulder with people—cultivators and mortals alike—their faces lit with excitement and relief.

Laughter echoed.

Music rang out.

Wine flowed freely.

For the common people, the Demonic Forces had been an existential threat.

The Beast Tide had nearly swallowed entire regions, and countless families had waited in fear, uncertain whether they would survive.

Now, that fear is gone.

Victory had come.

And it was worth celebrating.

When the Bai Clan’s flying ships appeared above the capital, cutting through the clouds in neat formation, the reaction was immediate.

Gasps rippled through the streets.

Then cheers erupted.

”It’s the Bai Clan!”

”The Bai Clan is here!”

Hands waved enthusiastically from below. Some people even bowed instinctively, clasping their fists toward the sky.

Others shouted their thanks, uncaring whether they would be heard.

After all, everyone knew the truth.

Among all the forces that had fought during the Beast Tide, the Bai Clan had contributed the most.

Without them, the Northern Defense Line would have collapsed.

Without them, the Demonic Forces would not have been driven back.

To the people of the empire, the Bai Clan were not merely a powerful clan.

They were saviors.

The convoy continued forward, passing above the inner districts before descending toward the imperial palace complex.

The Imperial Family’s territory was vast, its scale dwarfing even the largest clan compounds.

Formations shimmered in layered curtains of light above the vast landing platforms, complex runes rotating slowly as they monitored every fluctuation of qi.

Rows of imperial guards stood in perfect formation, halberds grounded, their armor gleaming beneath the morning light.

As the Bai Clan’s flying ships approached, the formations did not immediately part.

Instead, several beams of light descended from the arrays, sweeping across the hulls of the ships, the engraved Bai insignias, and the cultivators aboard.

An imperial officer stepped forward, his gaze sharp and professional.

After a brief moment, the formations stilled.

The officer’s expression shifted.

He immediately clasped his fists and bowed deeply.

”Bai Clan convoy confirmed,” he announced loudly. ”Please forgive the formality!”

At his gesture, the guards straightened and saluted in unison.

The layered formations above the platform rippled, then slowly parted like a curtain being drawn aside, opening a clear path into the inner palace grounds.

The Bai Clan’s flying ships began their descent.

Engines hummed softly as the vessels lowered themselves onto the vast landing platforms, one after another, movements precise and disciplined.

The moment the hulls made contact, defensive formations flared briefly beneath them—then stabilized, locking the ships firmly in place.

The ramps did not lower immediately.

Instead, the Bai Clan moved first.

Several Bai Clan Members stepped out onto the decks, their expressions cold and alert.

Some leapt down onto the platforms, boots striking stone in dull thuds. Others remained aboard, their senses spreading outward in overlapping waves.

Spiritual perception swept across the landing grounds, the surrounding palace walls, the nearby corridors, and even the imperial formations themselves.

Nothing was trusted.

Not even the Imperial Family.

Only after several breaths passed—and no abnormalities were detected—did a subtle signal pass through the Bai Clan members.

The ramps lowered.

Bai Tianheng stepped out first.

His presence was steady and imposing, his gaze calm but sharp as it swept across the surroundings.

Bai Zihan followed closely behind.

Close enough that Bai Tianheng could reach him in a single step.

To outsiders, it might have looked excessive.

To Bai Tianheng, it was not nearly enough.

Bai Zihan walked calmly, his posture relaxed, his expression unchanged. He looked no different from before—plain robes, no visible cultivation, no qi.

A complete cripple!

Yet the way the Bai Clan unconsciously positioned themselves told a different story.

Two Elders flanked him slightly behind. Several guards adjusted their positions to ensure overlapping coverage.

Any possible line of attack toward Bai Zihan was sealed off before it could even be imagined.

Behind them came the Five Grand Elders.

Their steps were slow and measured, but the pressure they exuded was impossible to ignore.

They were not alone.

Several other flying ships had already arrived.

Bai Zihan’s gaze swept across the platforms.

Li Clan.

Zhao Clan.

Their insignias were unmistakable.

Their ships were already anchored—far enough to be clearly separated from the Bai Clan.

It looks like almost all the important players have already arrived.

Bai Zihan smiled as he walked ahead.

A cripple walking into the heart of the empire.

The celebration outside was loud and radiant.

But within the imperial grounds—It was going to be anything but peaceful.

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