[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan":3,"chapter-turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-chapter-250":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},60458,84,"Chapter 250: Celestial Feather Fan Auctioned!","turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-chapter-250",250,"\u003Cp>The moment Lan Yuerong’s words fell, the Grand Radiance Auction Hall shuddered with shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Celestial Feather Fan!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s—impossible!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It... it belongs to Bai Zihan, doesn’t it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes! He got it from the Zhao Clan!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why... Why is it here?! Is Bai Zihan auctioning it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shimmering feathers reflected faint starlight, exuding a noble, divine presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an artifact spoken of in awe, a Heaven-Grade treasure whose origin stretched back to the Zhao Clan’s history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall erupted in uproar, all eyes snapping toward the Zhao Clan’s VVIP Room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wutian’s face darkened immediately, his jaw tight, fists trembling with suppressed fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Zhao Chen looked as though he had swallowed poison, his expression pale yet burning with humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wutian’s killing intent surged, rattling the air. His voice thundered, low and venomous:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bai Zihan!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Bai Zihan didn’t so much as twitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat lazily in his VVIP Room, swirling tea in his cup, as if the drama below had nothing to do with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, even the Bai Clan’s own elders looked unsettled. One of them leaned forward, his voice respectful, carefully restrained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"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?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While what Bai Zihan did with his treasure was beyond their control, they at least hoped that he could see the bigger picture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If money was what Bai Zihan wanted, they could have prepared it themselves in order to keep the Heaven-Grade Artifact within the Clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Zihan leaned forward, his smile faint but his tone loud enough for every soul in the hall to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A waste!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word dropped like a thunderbolt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasps rippled across the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Zihan’s voice was casual, dismissive, looking down on the artifact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"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.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasps swept the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To belittle a Heaven-Grade artifact in such a way—was he mad? Some whispered that Bai Zihan was insulting his own auction item.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one missed the deeper sting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Celestial Feather Fan was not just any artifact—it was the Zhao Clan’s symbol more than Bai Zihan’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Bai Zihan had gotten it, most people would associate the artifact with the Zhao Clan rather than him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By calling it worthless, Bai Zihan wasn’t insulting the fan at all. He was insulting the Zhao Clan itself for revereing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zhao Clan’s faces flushed crimson with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Zihan sneered faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps... I made a mistake. Auctioning it is giving it too much honor. Should have sold it to a street vendor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The insult was clear, sharp as a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall trembled with tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"BAI ZIHAN!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wutian roared, rising to his feet, veins bulging across his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Chen too could barely contain himself, his face twisted with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This fan is ours!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouted, voice cracking. \"Anyone who dares bid against the Zhao Clan will be making an enemy of us!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire hall fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many who had been preparing to bid froze, their palms slick with sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lure of a Heaven-Grade artifact was immense, but to oppose the Zhao Clan directly? Few dared risk it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhao Patriarch, this is the Grand Radiance Auction Hall. I must ask you to please refrain from disrupting the proceedings.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone was ice beneath silk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wutian gave a cold snort, his killing intent still thick in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not argue further, but the venom in his eyes made clear that his warning to the hall still stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan Yuerong exhaled lightly, regaining her flawless poise. She raised her jade hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Celestial Feather Fan. A Heaven-Grade artifact. The starting bid—three million gold!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words had barely left her lips before Zhao Wutian’s voice thundered again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Three million!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall shivered beneath the weight of his aura. Many swallowed hard, their earlier ambitions retreating in fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heaven-Grade artifact? Only three million? Hah! Does the Zhao Clan think they can buy back their dignity so cheaply?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep, rumbling voice called out from another VVIP Room, and the bid instantly jumped higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Four million!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall trembled with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone’s eyes snapped toward the source—it was the Crimson Thunder Palace!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their elder reclined easily in his seat, lightning sparking faintly around his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, almost immediately—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Five million!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words came from yet another VVIP Room. This time, it was the Heaven Sword Sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elder Qinglan didn’t really want the Celestial Feather Fan, but if it was for five million, then it would be worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, there were forces here who had no fear of the Zhao Clan—or who simply desired to see them humiliated further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Six million!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice cracked like thunder, shaking the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Elder Qinglan of the Heaven Sword Sect merely arched a brow, her lips curving faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seven million!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bid landed like a sharp slap across Zhao Wutian’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wutian’s knuckles whitened, his palm trembling with fury as he raised it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eight million!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nine million!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elder Qinglan’s voice came smoothly, almost lazily, as though she were merely toying with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, everyone understood. The Heaven Sword Sect had no intention of winning the fan—they were simply driving Zhao Wutian to madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Crimson Thunder Palace has also given up. The price was too high for them to bid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ten million!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wutian’s roar shook the beams of the auction hall. His chest heaved, his veins bulged, and his expression was twisted with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elder Qinglan stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze slid toward Zhao Wutian’s VVIP room, a faint curve touching her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(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.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that thought, she had pushed the bid to 10 Million.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan Yuerong’s hammer struck down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sold! The Celestial Feather Fan, to the Zhao Clan—ten million gold!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall erupted in gasps and whispers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten million! Enough to purchase dozens of sect-protecting treasures, enough to fund entire armies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And all of it, flowing straight into Bai Zihan’s pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sleeve flared as he rose abruptly, his killing intent spilling forth like a flood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bai Zihan...\" he muttered, his voice low, venomous, each syllable a promise of death. \"This... this humiliation—I will remember it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned on his heel and strode from the hall, Zhao Chen following close behind, his face still pale with fury and shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Zihan did not so much as glance after Zhao Wutian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swirled his cup of tea, his expression unchanging—like threatening has done anything to him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan Yuerong, ever poised, lifted her jade hammer once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With that, ladies and gentlemen,\" her voice rang out like a heavenly bell, \"our Grand Radiance Auction has reached its conclusion!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bowed lightly, her jeweled sleeves fluttering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"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.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"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.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She raised her slender hand with practiced grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For the Grand Radiance Auction shall return. Greater treasures, rarer opportunities, and perhaps... even more surprises await!\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1582,"2026-05-28T18:17:14.491Z","2026-06-01T04:28:34.960Z",1,"novelbin.me","dbadbffab7d349ccbbc1212fe1d8e73430b41ea225f8a97ca57672bb3658bc99","turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-chapter-401","turns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-chapter-249",580,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fturns-out-i-m-in-a-villain-clan-cover.jpg"]