Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

Chapter 446 Heavenly Mandate Assimilation Art!

Bai Zihan continued searching.

One Heaven-Grade technique after another passed before his eyes.

There were others with effects similar to what he wanted, but all of them had limitations he disliked.

Some required direct contact.

Some demanded long preparation.

Others were limited in the number of people that could be controlled.

In the end, none of them were truly feasible for the plan he had in mind. Bai Zihanʼs expression grew increasingly calm as the list dwindled.

If Heaven-Grade was insufficient, then the next option was simple. ”Thereʼs only one place left...”

His gaze lifted.

Saint-Grade!

The techniques listed there were few.

This was his last resort. If there wasnʼt one suitable here, then he could only give up on the plan and think of something else.

Bai Zihan scanned them one by one.

Soul-Descent Scripture.

Heavenly Oath of Ten Thousand Spirits.

Minutes passed.

Then-

His eyes stopped.

Saint-Grade Cultivation Technique:

Heavenly Mandate Assimilation Art!

Bai Zihanʼs pupils contracted.

He read the description slowly.

The technique allowed cultivation through layered assimilation.

Three layers were divided into three different cultivation techniques.

The lowest layer was comparable to an Earth-Grade cultivation technique, the second was Heaven-Grade, and the complete technique reached Mid Saint-Grade.

The lowest layer formed a Mandate Seed, which the cultivator believed to be their own foundation.

Inner practitioners refined it further.

Only the true master cultivated the Origin Mandate.

And the terrifying part-

The Mandate Seeds were not independent.

They were branches.

Branches that unconsciously resonated with the Origin.

As long as the Origin Mandate existed, all derived Mandates remained connected-regardless of cultivation level.

No realm restriction.

No upper limit.

No requirement for consent once cultivation began.

The higher one cultivated using the derived technique, the deeper the connection grew.

The master of the Origin Mandate could-

Suppress.

Disrupt.

Collapse cultivation.

Death was not guaranteed.

But the destruction of the foundation was.

At the very least, they would become crippled.

Bai Zihan did not move.

Then-

He smiled.

Satisfied. ”So it does exist...”

Now, he could move forward with the plan.

Though the price was a bit high. 75,000 Points!

That was almost half of what he had saved from the Beast Tide.

But considering the effect-and the fact that it was essentially a Saint-Grade, Heaven-Grade, and Earth-Grade cultivation technique combined-it was understandable.

In any case, Bai Zihan didnʼt hesitate.

He purchased the technique. ”Now, itʼs time for the plan to begin!” ***

Convincing his father wasnʼt very difficult.

Of course, Bai Tianheng had his doubts, but Bai Zihan expertly answered every concern.

He didnʼt explicitly mention that it was a Saint-Grade cultivation technique, instead presenting it as a Heaven-Grade technique and explaining only some of its properties.

Realizing that those who cultivated it would be unable to betray the Bai Clan, Bai Tianheng had no objections-though he still didnʼt understand why Bai Zihan was so eager to expand the Bai Clanʼs influence when it was already growing at a rapid pace.

Once Bai Tianheng agreed, the plan was executed swiftly.

The news that the Bai Clan was offering an Earth-Grade cultivation technique to those who joined them spread faster than anyone expected.

At first, it was only whispers and rumors.

But within a single day-

It became impossible to ignore. ”Have you heard?” ”Heard what?” ”The Bai Clan is recruiting allies... and theyʼre offering a High Earth-Grade cultivation technique.”

The moment those words were spoken, disbelief followed. ”A High Earth-Grade technique? Thatʼs impossible!” ”Thatʼs what I thought too. But the rumor isnʼt coming from just one place.

Many people have already confirmed it.”

In a teahouse near the imperial roads, several cultivators sat in tense discussion, voices deliberately kept low. ”High Earth-Grade isnʼt the same as ordinary Earth-Grade. Thatʼs the level just below Heaven-Grade.” ”A single technique like that could raise an entire clan by several tiers. I didnʼt think such a thing existed in the Desolate Heaven Empire.” ”Why would the Bai Clan give something like that away?” ”Why not? With their influence and such benefits, they can rope in countless clans and even surpass the Imperial Family. The Bai Clan is clearly going all in!”

Indeed, if they seized this momentum and completely outclassed their rivals, the Bai Clan could become absolute.

Then this would no longer be the Desolate Heaven Empire ruled by the Yu Clan -but by the Bai Clan.

Then someone spoke again, voice hesitant. ”Did you hear about the Yun River Lu Clan?”

The table stirred. ”You mean the one thatʼs been loyal to the Zhao Clan for generations?” ”That one. They switched sides.”

The words landed heavily. ”No hesitation,” the speaker continued. ”They publicly withdrew from the

Li-Zhao Alliance this morning and declared allegiance to the Bai Clan.” ”That fast?!” ”Understandable,” another muttered. ”If the offer is real, not switching would be foolish.” ”A High Earth-Grade cultivation technique...”

Someone clenched their fist unconsciously. ”If itʼs true, the benefits are unimaginable.”

A clan stuck for centuries could finally break through. Talents previously limited by mediocre cultivation manuals would bloom.

Even elders nearing the end of their lifespan might glimpse a higher realm.

And all of that-

For choosing a side. ”Iʼm going. Iʼll join the Bai Clan!” ”But what if itʼs false?” someone asked cautiously. ”What if itʼs just a rumor?” ”Then so what?” came the immediate reply. ”We lose nothing.”

The speaker leaned back, eyes sharp. ”At worst, we make contact and test the waters.” ”If itʼs false, we withdraw.” ”If itʼs true...”

He didnʼt finish.

He didnʼt need to.

The others already understood. Even sending a delegation earned goodwill.

Hesitation cost nothing.

Compared to the possible reward, the risk was laughably small.

Hence, with the same line of reasoning spreading like wildfire, many more clans, sects, and lone cultivators made their way toward the Bai Clan.

Some came cautiously, sending only scouts or juniors.

Everyone shared the same thought.

See it with our own eyes. After all, rumors were cheap.

But Heaven-altering opportunities were not.

What none of them expected was that the truth would exceed even the most exaggerated whispers.

The Bai Clan was truly offering a High Earth-Grade cultivation technique simply for joining their alliance-a benefit most could only dream of.

Shock and disbelief were quickly replaced by uncontrollable excitement.

Those who obtained the technique wasted no time. Sound transmission talismans flared to life.

Clan leaders personally contacted trusted allies, sworn brothers, and blood relatives. ”Come immediately and join the Bai Clanʼs alliance. Do not ask questions!”

Within days, the flow toward the Bai Clan transformed from a trickle into a flood.

And what astonished everyone even more-

The Bai Clan did not discriminate.

They accepted powerful clans and minor families alike.

They accepted declining sects on the brink of collapse.

They even accepted independent cultivators with no backing, no lineage, and no territory.

As long as one swore loyalty, the doors were open.

There were no additional tributes.

No demands for land.

No demand for resources.

Only two conditions existed.

First-absolute secrecy regarding the cultivation technique.

Second-when the Bai Clan called, they would answer.

That was all.

Such generosity should have raised suspicion.

Yet it didnʼt deter those who wished to join the alliance. After all, for a High Earth-Grade cultivation technique, even surrendering all their resources would have been worth it-yet the Bai Clan demanded none of that.

So while the Bai Clan appeared almost saintly, it was better to seize the opportunity than hesitate like a fool and lose it forever.

And as time passed, as they cultivated using the Heavenly Mandate Assimilation

Art, their conviction only deepened.

The effects were immediate.

Almost frighteningly so.

Clans once listed as declining-spoken of with pity or disdain-began to stir like dormant beasts awakening from a long slumber.

In one such clan, a young genius who had been hailed as a prodigy a century ago finally broke through.

For decades, he had been trapped in the same realm, his talent wasted by an incomplete foundation and inferior techniques.

Yet after only days of cultivating the High Earth-Grade technique-

His bottleneck shattered.

Qi surged like a roaring tide.

His aura climbed relentlessly, breaking through two minor realms in a single closed-door session.

When he emerged, the elders stared as though witnessing a miracle. Elsewhere, an elder who had already resigned himself to old age felt the invisible wall before him tremble.

Tears streamed down his weathered face as he stepped into a realm he had once believed forever beyond reach.

Stories like these spread faster than rumors ever could.

Not exaggerations. Not hearsay.

But undeniable results.

One clan reported three core disciples advancing simultaneously.

Another spoke of their declining bloodline showing signs of revival.

A sect on the brink of dissolution stabilized overnight, morale restored as hope returned to its disciplesʼ eyes.

Everywhere, the same conclusion was reached.

The Bai Clan had not exaggerated.

If anything-they had understated the value of what they gave.

Gratitude turned into reverence.

Reverence into loyalty.

When representatives returned to the Bai Clan, they bowed deeply-some even kneeling without hesitation. ”This opportunity... we will never forget.” ”Our lives belong to the Bai Clan.” ”Should the Bai Clan command it, we would walk through fire without complaint.”

And when neighboring clans witnessed these transformations-

They could no longer remain calm. Caution crumbled before temptation. After all, when oneʼs neighbor was obtaining gold without loss, who could remain unmoved?

Suspicion mattered little in the face of visible prosperity.

One by one, clans that had hesitated sent envoys.

Then sects.

Then entire families uprooted themselves, rushing toward Bai Clan territory.

The alliance expanded like a living organism-growing, adapting, strengthening with every passing day.

And from within the Bai Clan-

Bai Zihan watched everything unfold.

The plan was proceeding exactly as he had expected.