Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! - Chapter 242: Eleven Treasures, One Storm
Chapter 242: Eleven Treasures, One Storm
The moment Bai Zihan’s figure vanished beyond the auction hall’s golden doors, the respectful smile on the manager’s face melted away—replaced by a serious and urgent expression.
Without wasting a breath, he turned sharply on his heel and strode toward the inner chambers.
His polished shoes clicked briskly against the jade floor as he bypassed startled attendants and guards.
He ascended the spiral staircase leading to the highest floor, where only the most restricted members of the Grand Radiance Auction were permitted to tread.
Pushing open a set of carved sandalwood doors, he entered a lavishly furnished room.
Behind a wide, phoenix-carved desk sat a woman draped in crimson silk, her beauty sharpened by the faint aura of someone who had long stood at the peak of power.
This was the Madam of the Grand Radiance Auction—its true owner.
The manager bowed deeply.
“Madam, the Bai Clan’s young master… has just consigned eleven treasures.”
She arched a perfectly shaped brow.
“Eleven?”
She was surprised that someone could auction eleven treasures of their standard, but thinking it was the Bai Clan, she didn’t dwell on it too much.
After all, they had many profound-grade artifacts; perhaps they were auctioning off items they no longer had use for.
“Yes! Five Earth-Grade Artifacts, five Earth-Grade Techniques, and… one Heaven-Grade Artifact—the Celestial Feather Fan of the Zhao Clan… I mean, Bai Zihan’s.”
The brush in her hand paused mid-stroke, a faint gleam flashing in her eyes.
“Huh? Earth-Grade treasures and… a Heaven-Grade Artifact?”
Previously, she had thought the quantity was due to profound-grade artifacts—nothing remarkable.
But Earth-Grade and Heaven-Grade?
That was on another level. Combined, these treasures might already surpass everything else scheduled for auction tomorrow.
Especially since, for most treasures they auction, the value is uncertain—some could be better or worse than Earth-Grade depending on the bidding war.
But the Celestial Feather Fan was definitely valuable and would ensure the Zhao Clan bid for it.
Other clans wouldn’t want to lose the opportunity to obtain a Heaven-Grade weapon either.
(But why would they want to sell it?)
A Heaven-Grade Artifact was the lifeline of a clan or sect and could even be considered their ultimate trump card.
Although there were rumors that Bai Zihan had his own Heaven-Grade sword, even so, auctioning off such an artifact wasn’t a good move.
It could be bought by the Zhao or Li Clan, strengthening their power.
The same applied to the Earth-Grade treasures. Would the Bai Clan really sell them all?
Moreover, would they truly entrust all this to a youth—even if he was their heir?
And that fan… it was said to be Bai Zihan’s personal possession.
So, was it the Bai Clan’s property, or Bai Zihan’s?
The former was more understandable, but the latter was almost impossible. Who would have such an arsenal of treasures—especially someone not yet twenty?
Her fingers tapped the desk lightly, the soft tok tok filling the silence.
“Perhaps there is more to this than it seems… but no matter.”
Her gaze sharpened.
“Since we have such treasures in our possession, it is only right that we make this auction the most magnificent in the Grand Radiance’s history.”
(I had been worried that this year’s auction might be a little lackluster… but fortunately, the Bai Clan’s young master has brought us such remarkable treasures.)
She set down the brush and rose to her feet.
“Send word to every major sect, clan, and wandering powerhouse. Announce that treasures of unimaginable worth—including a Heaven-Grade Artifact—will be up for bidding.”
The manager bowed again, a hint of excitement slipping into his voice.
“Yes, Madam. I will make the announcement… bigger than ever.”
***
They did not waste a single second.
Within moments, the Grand Radiance Auction’s promotion machinery roared into motion.
Messengers were dispatched to every corner of the capital and beyond, carrying the explosive announcement—
“For the first time in decades, a Heaven-Grade Artifact will be auctioned! Those who miss this opportunity may never see such a chance again in their lifetime!”
The news spread like wildfire.
Banners and proclamation scrolls appeared overnight, fluttering in the wind along the bustling avenues of the imperial capital.
From teahouses to merchant halls, from quiet scholar courtyards to raucous training grounds, the same conversation dominated every breath: the auction.
The major clans and sects reacted first.
Some dispatched their fastest disciples to deliver the news to their elders, urging them to prepare funds without delay.
Others began liquidating rare materials and hoarded resources to gather as much wealth as possible.
For them, missing the Heaven-Grade Artifact was unthinkable—especially if it fell into a rival’s hands.
The common folk, though they could never hope to bid, were no less stirred.
They speculated about who could possibly be selling such an artifact—and who might win the coming bidding war.
“Did you hear? The Grand Radiance Auction just announced a Heaven-Grade Artifact!”
“It could be anything—armor, a weapon, maybe even a flying treasure.”
“I heard the Cloud Dragon Sect is selling off spirit herbs and beast cores just to bid for it.”
“Ha! The Iron Sword Pavilion said they’d empty their vault before letting their rivals get it.”
“Better bankrupt than let the enemy rise, eh? But it would be snatch by Major Sect or Clan. Others don’t stand a chance.”
“Should I also go and take a look?”
“Hah? Don’t bother. You can’t afford it!”
Indeed, the auction tickets…
If the Grand Radiance Hall’s seats had been expensive before, they now reached insane heights.
A normal seat—already costly enough to feed an average family for a full year—was now selling for four times its original price, with desperate buyers still fighting for them.
The VIP seats were even more outrageous. Each one was worth the price of a Yellow-Grade Artifact, yet they vanished within hours.
As for the VVIP rooms, they were reserved solely for major sects and clans—something money could not buy.
The capital’s air grew feverish, every street humming with anticipation.
The Grand Radiance Auction had not even begun, yet it had already shaken the Desolate Heaven Empire.
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