Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan! - Chapter 250: Celestial Feather Fan Auctioned!
Chapter 250: Celestial Feather Fan Auctioned!
The moment Lan Yuerong’s words fell, the Grand Radiance Auction Hall shuddered with shock.
The Celestial Feather Fan!
“That’s—impossible!”
“It… it belongs to Bai Zihan, doesn’t it?”
“Yes! He got it from the Zhao Clan!”
“Why… Why is it here?! Is Bai Zihan auctioning it?”
The shimmering feathers reflected faint starlight, exuding a noble, divine presence.
It was an artifact spoken of in awe, a Heaven-Grade treasure whose origin stretched back to the Zhao Clan’s history.
The hall erupted in uproar, all eyes snapping toward the Zhao Clan’s VVIP Room.
Zhao Wutian’s face darkened immediately, his jaw tight, fists trembling with suppressed fury.
Beside him, Zhao Chen looked as though he had swallowed poison, his expression pale yet burning with humiliation.
The Celestial Feather Fan—an artifact their clan had treasured for generations—now stood on public display as someone else’s property, ready to be sold off before the entire empire.
Zhao Wutian’s killing intent surged, rattling the air. His voice thundered, low and venomous:
“Bai Zihan!”
Yet Bai Zihan didn’t so much as twitch.
He sat lazily in his VVIP Room, swirling tea in his cup, as if the drama below had nothing to do with him.
Meanwhile, even the Bai Clan’s own elders looked unsettled. One of them leaned forward, his voice respectful, carefully restrained.
“Zihan’er… this Celestial Feather Fan is a priceless treasure, a Heaven-Grade artifact. Why… Why auction it away? Would it not be better to keep it within the Bai Clan?”
Even if it wasn’t of any use to them, at least their enemy couldn’t make use of it, and that alone was already a great advantage.
While what Bai Zihan did with his treasure was beyond their control, they at least hoped that he could see the bigger picture.
If money was what Bai Zihan wanted, they could have prepared it themselves in order to keep the Heaven-Grade Artifact within the Clan.
Bai Zihan leaned forward, his smile faint but his tone loud enough for every soul in the hall to hear.
“A waste!”
The word dropped like a thunderbolt.
Gasps rippled across the hall.
Bai Zihan’s voice was casual, dismissive, looking down on the artifact.
“This Celestial Feather Fan? Useless. Not even worthy to sit in my storage ring. Better to sell it off than let it take up space.”
Gasps swept the crowd.
To belittle a Heaven-Grade artifact in such a way—was he mad? Some whispered that Bai Zihan was insulting his own auction item.
But no one missed the deeper sting.
The Celestial Feather Fan was not just any artifact—it was the Zhao Clan’s symbol more than Bai Zihan’s.
Even if Bai Zihan had gotten it, most people would associate the artifact with the Zhao Clan rather than him.
By calling it worthless, Bai Zihan wasn’t insulting the fan at all. He was insulting the Zhao Clan itself for revereing it.
The Zhao Clan’s faces flushed crimson with rage.
Bai Zihan sneered faintly.
“Perhaps… I made a mistake. Auctioning it is giving it too much honor. Should have sold it to a street vendor.”
The insult was clear, sharp as a blade.
The hall trembled with tension.
“BAI ZIHAN!”
Zhao Wutian roared, rising to his feet, veins bulging across his forehead.
Zhao Chen too could barely contain himself, his face twisted with fury.
“This fan is ours!”
He shouted, voice cracking. “Anyone who dares bid against the Zhao Clan will be making an enemy of us!”
The entire hall fell silent.
Many who had been preparing to bid froze, their palms slick with sweat.
The lure of a Heaven-Grade artifact was immense, but to oppose the Zhao Clan directly? Few dared risk it.
Lan Yuerong’s radiant smile dimmed for the first time. Her delicate brows knit together, and her voice—though still melodic—carried a sharp edge.
“Zhao Patriarch, this is the Grand Radiance Auction Hall. I must ask you to please refrain from disrupting the proceedings.”
Her tone was ice beneath silk.
“Hmph!”
Zhao Wutian gave a cold snort, his killing intent still thick in the air.
He did not argue further, but the venom in his eyes made clear that his warning to the hall still stood.
Lan Yuerong exhaled lightly, regaining her flawless poise. She raised her jade hammer.
“The Celestial Feather Fan. A Heaven-Grade artifact. The starting bid—three million gold!”
The words had barely left her lips before Zhao Wutian’s voice thundered again.
“Three million!”
His bid was instant, his glare sweeping the entire hall like a blade, silently reminding everyone of his earlier words: Bid, and you are the Zhao Clan’s enemy.
The hall shivered beneath the weight of his aura. Many swallowed hard, their earlier ambitions retreating in fear.
But not all.
“Heaven-Grade artifact? Only three million? Hah! Does the Zhao Clan think they can buy back their dignity so cheaply?”
A deep, rumbling voice called out from another VVIP Room, and the bid instantly jumped higher.
“Four million!”
The hall trembled with excitement.
Everyone’s eyes snapped toward the source—it was the Crimson Thunder Palace!
Their elder reclined easily in his seat, lightning sparking faintly around his body.
And then, almost immediately—
“Five million!”
The words came from yet another VVIP Room. This time, it was the Heaven Sword Sect.
Elder Qinglan didn’t really want the Celestial Feather Fan, but if it was for five million, then it would be worth it.
Of course, knowing that the artifact belonged to her disciple, she was also helping raise its price—and there was nothing that Zhao Wutian could do to stop her.
Clearly, there were forces here who had no fear of the Zhao Clan—or who simply desired to see them humiliated further.
Zhao Wutian’s entire body trembled, rage boiling so fiercely it was almost tangible. His teeth ground together as he forced out his next bid:
“Six million!”
His voice cracked like thunder, shaking the hall.
But Elder Qinglan of the Heaven Sword Sect merely arched a brow, her lips curving faintly.
“Seven million!”
The bid landed like a sharp slap across Zhao Wutian’s face.
Zhao Wutian’s knuckles whitened, his palm trembling with fury as he raised it again.
“Eight million!”
“Nine million!”
Elder Qinglan’s voice came smoothly, almost lazily, as though she were merely toying with him.
By now, everyone understood. The Heaven Sword Sect had no intention of winning the fan—they were simply driving Zhao Wutian to madness.
The Crimson Thunder Palace has also given up. The price was too high for them to bid.
Finally—
“Ten million!”
Zhao Wutian’s roar shook the beams of the auction hall. His chest heaved, his veins bulged, and his expression was twisted with fury.
Elder Qinglan stopped.
Seven million… that was the limit I was told for the Heaven-Grade Artifact. If, by chance, it could be secured under that amount, it would have been a fine addition to their sect.
But it was only a fan—not suitable for their sect. For her sect, what they truly desired was a sword. For that, they would be willing to push as high as ten million.
So she had pressed the bidding to nine million—although disobeying her instructions, but within reason. Enough to stir the waters, to force the Zhao Clan’s hand.
Her gaze slid toward Zhao Wutian’s VVIP room, a faint curve touching her lips.
(The Zhao Clan will never allow this artifact to leave their grasp. They are desperate and humiliated. Even if the price soars, they will bleed themselves dry to reclaim it.)
With that thought, she had pushed the bid to 10 Million.
Lan Yuerong’s hammer struck down.
“Sold! The Celestial Feather Fan, to the Zhao Clan—ten million gold!”
The hall erupted in gasps and whispers.
Ten million! Enough to purchase dozens of sect-protecting treasures, enough to fund entire armies.
And all of it, flowing straight into Bai Zihan’s pocket.
Zhao Wutian’s face was as dark as ink, his heart dripping blood. Though he had reclaimed the Celestial Feather Fan, the victory felt like swallowing poison.
In the eyes of the world, the Zhao Clan had been humiliated, forced to pay an astronomical price to buy back what had always been theirs.
His sleeve flared as he rose abruptly, his killing intent spilling forth like a flood.
“Bai Zihan…” he muttered, his voice low, venomous, each syllable a promise of death. “This… this humiliation—I will remember it.”
He turned on his heel and strode from the hall, Zhao Chen following close behind, his face still pale with fury and shame.
The other guests whispered among themselves, their gazes flickering between the departing Zhao Clan and the calm, languid figure in the Bai Clan’s VVIP Room.
Bai Zihan did not so much as glance after Zhao Wutian.
He swirled his cup of tea, his expression unchanging—like threatening has done anything to him?
Lan Yuerong, ever poised, lifted her jade hammer once more.
“With that, ladies and gentlemen,” her voice rang out like a heavenly bell, “our Grand Radiance Auction has reached its conclusion!”
She bowed lightly, her jeweled sleeves fluttering.
“On behalf of the Grand Radiance Auction Hall, I would like to extend my deepest gratitude to all esteemed guests who have graced us today with their presence.”
“We sincerely congratulate those who secured treasures this day. May fortune and destiny favor you in your cultivation. And to those who bid but did not win—do not be disheartened.”
She raised her slender hand with practiced grace.
“For the Grand Radiance Auction shall return. Greater treasures, rarer opportunities, and perhaps… even more surprises await!”
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