Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

Chapter 322 Chong Sheng, Heaven Chosen One!

Bai Zihan didnʼt think much when he considered attending the Quan Clan Competition for their younger generation.

”Please come this way!”

Quan Lingshu led the way toward the elevated VIP pavilion.

The area was clearly reserved for the most distinguished guests.

Delicate silk curtains framed its open sides, allowing a perfect view of the competition grounds below.

At the center rested a broad, cushioned seat carved from spiritwood and inlaid with jade a seat clearly belonging to Quan Lingshu himself, the Clan Head.

However, that very seat had now been respectfully offered to Princess Sun Yaoqing, its surroundings freshly arranged with golden trays of tea and spiritual fruits.

Beside it, another elegant chair had already been prepared-its placement and quality making it obvious it was meant for Bai Zihan.

Quan Lingshu had both seats prepared with equal elegance and care-crafted from the same spiritwood, draped in fine silks, and accompanied by trays of rare spiritual fruits.

However, a discerning eye would notice the subtle difference.

Bai Zihanʼs seat was positioned slightly higher, its backrest adorned with a faint golden embroidery that caught the light just so-an understated yet deliberate gesture.

It was a silent acknowledgment from Quan Lingshu that, between the two, Bai Zihanʼs status stood above even that of Princess Sun Yaoqing.

Princess Sun Yaoqing didnʼt think much about it and even if she noticed, she would also need to agree.

On the other hand, Bai Zihan noticed that but also gave no damn. Quan Lingshu isnʼt the first person trying to kiss his ass.

Just then-

[Heaven Chosen Detected!]

The System had unexpectedly detected a Heavenʼs Chosen One.

Bai Zihanʼs eyes widened in surprise.

[Scanning...]

[Heaven Chosen Profile Unlocked]

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Name: Chong Sheng

Age: 19

Fate Grade: ★★★ (Three Stars)

Cultivation Base: Qi Refining (Mid)

Destiny:

Once known across the world as the Abyssal Monarch, he was a supreme demonic Immortal cultivator who unified countless demonic sects beneath his will.

For centuries, his name alone made the heavens tremble and righteous cultivators unite out of fear.

It was said his blood refined legions, his soul devoured saints, and his Dao- built upon slaughter and chaos.

Betrayed by his Sect and besieged by the so-called righteous coalition led by Immortal Sovereigns, he perished at the brink of ascension.

Yet his hatred refused to fade. His soul clawed through the void, tearing through the wheel of reincarnation until he awakened in the mortal body of Chong Sheng.

Now reborn within the Quan Clan as a lowly servant, Chong Shengʼs demonic core slumbers beneath mortal flesh, sealed yet simmering with wrath.

His destiny burns with vengeance-a soul destined to rise once more and drench the heavens in retribution.

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Unexpectedly he has encountered another Heaven Chosen One.

And the Heaven Chosen One didnʼt seem weak either.

The only issue was that he was very weak at the moment and seemed to have reincarnated recently.

Otherwise, if given a year or two, he would very likely grow far stronger- perhaps even surpass Nie Fengzhuo, since he had previous experience of

advancing through Cultivation Realm.

But then why was his Fate Grade only three stars while Nie Fengzhuo, whom he deemed less dangerous, was a four-star Heaven Chosen One?

(Just what does this grade represent?)

It definitely didnʼt represent current power-if that were the case, Chong Sheng wouldnʼt even be a one-star Fated Heaven Chosen One.

Potential?

That might be the case, but he didnʼt think that was entirely accurate either.

In any case, the Supreme Immortal, as Bai Zihan remembered, is said to be at the highest cultivation realm currently in the world.

It was the same as Du Changsheng, master of Nie Fengzhuoʼs.

However, Chong Sheng was considered only three stars while Du Changsheng was five stars.

Both of them are formerly Supreme Immortals yet they are given two different Fate Stars by the System.

(Why?)

Perhaps it was something he couldnʼt understand for now.

But anyway, Chong Sheng was definitely not a low-level threat considering he was formerly a Supreme Immortal who walked the Demonic Path. What demonic cultivators prized most was power, and for that they were willing to do whatever was necessary-different from righteous cultivators.

They were also good at scheming and deceiving others.

Bai Zihan hadnʼt heard of the Abyssal Monarch who was said to have reached Supreme Immortal, but that should be normal.

Since his cultivation was so high, he must have originated from the Central Continent or nearby.

Information about those regions is extremely rare in the Desolate Heaven

Empire.

Anyways, one thing was for sure: Chong Sheng was extremely dangerous.

He didnʼt mean dangerous in raw strength-right now Chong Sheng was like an ant compared to him-but dangerous in mindset.

Those from demonic paths, especially someone who had become their leader, would be shrewd and merciless-unlike the Heaven Chosen Ones he had met previously, who were somewhat naive except for Du Changsheng.

(In any case, such a person would be better off dead.)

Even if he did favors to Chong Sheng, Bai Zihan feared whether Chong Sheng

would repay the favor with kindness or take advantage of him.

Such people-whether you helped them or not-were the ones who might

backstab you later.

Better to kill them off to cut off future trouble rather than do favors that might

invite betrayal.

Chong Sheng wasnʼt like Lin Xuan, who might be impressed and grateful by some Earth-Cultivation techniques.

Perhaps if Bai Zihan gave him Saint-grade techniques he might react similarly- but then who knew whether he would show loyalty or scheme behind his back.

Not to mention, he wasnʼt in a situation where he could buy Saint-Grade

technique.

Doing nothing wasnʼt an option either.

If left unchecked, Chong Sheng had the potential to grow faster than him.

After all, as a former Supreme Immortal, he could take advantage of all his prior knowledge and experience.

He wouldnʼt need to worry about risks while cultivating, for he already had the essential knowledge.

No need to worry about Technique as he must have learned many when he was

the leader of Demonic Cultivator.

If there is something that Chong Sheng was currently lacking, that is

Cultivation Resources and Artifact.

(He must be participating because of the rewards.)

It didnʼt take a genius to figure that out.

(Now then how shall I deal with him?)

In the arena, young master Quan Zhiyang was still full of confidence, no shred of doubt in his mind.

”Begin!”

The elderʼs voice fell, and the air between the two seemed to tighten.

Quan Zhiyang smirked, drawing his wooden practice sword.

”Chong Sheng, Princess Sun is watching my fight. Donʼt you dare get knocked out in one move.”

Quan Zhiyang announced.

”Sure!”

Chong Sheng replied with a smirk which got on Quan Zhiyangʼs nerve. ”Hmph!”

Quan Zhiyang lunged forward, his sword sweeping down in a sharp arc. Whoosh!

The blade sliced only air.

Chong Sheng had already moved, his body twisting aside with an almost casual grace, his steps flowing like ripples across still water.

Another strike came, then another-slashes and thrusts that carried the faint ripple of Qi Refining cultivation.

The spectators murmured, impressed by Quan Zhiyangʼs speed and power. But then it quickly changed.

Because every single blow of Quan Zhiyang has missed.

Chong Sheng moved with the ease of someone who had fought through countless battlefields.

His movements were precise and minimal-as if he knew exactly where each attack would land before it even began.

”Whatʼs wrong?”

Chong Sheng asked sarcastically.

”Perhaps the Young Master is holding back for my sake? Donʼt worry about this slave and come at me at full strength.”

The remark made Quan Zhiyangʼs face flush red with anger. He is already using his full strength yet failed to land a single strike.

”Y-You bastard!”

He roared, Qi flaring violently around his sword.

”Stand still if you dare!”

Laughter erupted from the crowd.

”Hahaha! Did he just tell his opponent to stand still?”

”Who in the world says that during a fight?”

”Even the servants are laughing at him!”

”Tsk! Tsk! That trash. He couldnʼt even defeat a Slave. Whatʼs the use of having Quan Blood in his body?”

Quan Zhiyangʼs expression twisted with rage.

”Dammit! Itʼs all your fault!”

He swung wildly, his sword cutting through the air again and again, but it was like trying to catch smoke.

Chong Sheng slipped past every strike-ducking, leaning, sidestepping-his movements fluid and almost taunting.

At times, it looked as though he was moving at the very last instant-letting the blade brush past his clothes without ever touching skin.

It wasnʼt just speed. It was how easily Chong Sheng controlled the fight.

Every motion was deliberate, every dodge calculated to humiliate.

”Is that all?”

Chong Shengʼs faintly amused voice drifted across the arena.

”Damn you!”

Quan Zhiyang shouted, his eyes bloodshot. He gathered his qi, forming a glowing are of energy along his blade.

”Take this!”

The strike descended with a sharp hum, slicing through the air toward Chong Shengʼs chest.

The servants gasped.

But Chong Sheng only stepped forward. One foot-precise, measured-shifted him just an inch to the side.

The sword brushed past him harmlessly.

THUD!

With a loud thud, the wooden sword slipped from Quan Zhiyangʼs grasp, the force of his own overexerted strike throwing his balance off.

For an instant, his body froze-muscles locking from the recoil of misdirected strength.

It was as if his limbs refused to obey him, leaving him momentarily stunned in place, eyes wide with disbelief at how easily his attack had failed.

How could such an opportunity miss Chong Shengʼs eyes?

”Haha... It seems like the Young Master is giving me an opportunity to shine. If so, then it would be rude of me to refuse.”