Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

Chapter 247: An One-Man Auction

Meanwhile, on the stage, Lan Yuerong’s smile remained dazzling as she gestured for the attendants to bring forth the next item.

”Congratulations to the Bai Clan for obtaining this unique treasure. May you find its true worth!”

Her voice rang clearly, smooth and magnetic.

”Distinguished guests, as you have seen, surprises await in every corner of this auction. Some treasures may seem plain, yet even the simplest stone may conceal hidden brilliance. And rest assured—what comes next will not disappoint!”

An attendant stepped forward, carrying a small lacquered box. With a careful flourish, it was opened, revealing a plain-looking silver ring.

”This is a storage ring,” Lan Yuerong explained, ”with a capacity ten times greater than the common kind. A useful tool for travelers, merchants, or warriors burdened with many artifacts. Its starting price is thirty thousand gold.”

Murmurs of approval rose—storage space was always useful, but nothing revolutionary.

Before anyone could lift a paddle—

”Two hundred thousand!”

The voice rang from the Bai Clan’s balcony once again.

The crowd froze again.

Several bidding guests who had been prepared to raise the price instantly lowered their hands, their faces tightening.

None dared to compete. Not only because of Bai Zihan, but also because the price itself has become too high.

Lan Yuerong’s smile glimmered brighter.

”Two hundred thousand gold from the Bai Clan’s honored guest!”

She announced, her clear voice carrying to every corner of the hall.

Her jade hammer lifted.

”Two hundred thousand—once!”

”Two hundred thousand—twice!”

”Two hundred thousand—thrice! Sold!”

The hammer struck down with a crisp sound.

”Congratulations once again to Young Master Bai for securing this fine treasure!”

Polite applause echoed, though more than a few glances carried thinly veiled shock.

The auction pressed on. One after another, attendants carried out treasures—rare herbs, precious ores, refined tools, and specialty talismans.

Though many were of decent quality, none reached the level of the earlier Earth-Grade artifact.

Yet, each time such treasure appeared, before the crowd could even breathe out their bids, Bai Zihan’s calm voice rang out with startlingly high offers.

Earlier, a storage ring with unusually vast capacity—normally worth no more than fifty thousand—was seized for two hundred thousand under his unblinking gaze.

Then came a set of high-grade Explosive Talismans, their destructive force enough to threaten even a Void Refinement expert caught off guard.

Impressive, yes, but ultimately single-use. Still, Bai Zihan’s voice cut cleanly across the hall:

”One hundred thousand!”

The room froze again.

They thought whoever put those items this time was very lucky, seeing that Bai Zihan was willing to pay such high prices for them.

And so it went. Each treasure, no matter how practical or situational, was snapped up by the Bai Clan’s young master without hesitation, the sound of Lan Yuerong’s hammer falling echoing like a drumbeat of domination.

”Sold! Congratulations once again to Young Master Bai!”

”Sold! Congratulations to the Bai Clan for their winning bid!”

Again and again, her voice rang out like a mocking chorus.

By now, Li Jianhong’s face had darkened beyond recognition.

His earlier sneers about the Bai Clan’s poverty felt like slaps against his own cheeks, each congratulation another sting.

Even the Bai Clan elders shifted uneasily in their seats. At first, they had been eager, pushing Bai Zihan to bid for worthy items to display their clan’s strength.

But as the gold piled higher and higher on seemingly ”useless” goods, their hearts clenched painfully.

This wasn’t strength—it was extravagance. Wasteful. Madness.

Yet Bai Zihan never stopped.

It has turned from a previously bid war to a one person show.

His every bid was calm, assured, as though no amount of wealth mattered in the slightest.

”Ah, and the Bai Clan claims victory once more! One hundred thousand gold. Congratulations to Young Master Bai!”

The words, repeated again and again, fell like mocking slaps.

Li Jianhong’s face burned hot and cold all at once.

Only a short while ago he had called the Bai Clan being poor and not able to compete with them.

Yet now, each extravagant bid struck him like a thunderclap—proof not of poverty, but of terrifying wealth.

He sat stiff, jaw clenched so hard it creaked, utterly unable to retort.

In the Bai Clan’s balcony, several elders exchanged increasingly strained looks.

At first, they had urged Bai Zihan to compete, to prove their clan’s standing. But now...

”Young Master, perhaps—perhaps restraint is needed...”

One ventured nervously.

While Bai Xueqing hardly criticized Bai Zihan for such reckless spending.

”Why squander so much gold on items of such little worth? The clan treasury is not without limits—”

But Bai Zihan sat unmoved, his presence as heavy as a mountain. His gaze was fixed only on the stage, his tone indifferent, final, like a decree.

”Useless or not, they’re mine. Don’t worry, I will personally pay for them myself! So, don’t worry my dear sister.”

The words silenced even his elders.

Bai Xueqing looked at Bai Zihan with doubt.

There was no way that he had that much money. Even if their parents loved him so much and gave him very large pocket money, Bai Zihan saving them wouldn’t even reach a million.

Yet his spending has already crossed 4 Million gold.

But looking at how Bai Zihan seemed serious about paying it himself, she wondered just where he could’ve gotten all this money from.

”Hmph! You better not lie.”

Bai Zihan already ignored his sister and focused on the next item as he once again bid a high price for it.

The attendants stepped forward once more, this time carrying a long case carved from black sandalwood.

When opened, a faint glow spilled out, revealing a fan of jade slips etched with ancient characters.

Lan Yuerong’s smile brightened as she addressed the crowd.

The attendants carefully brought forward a long jade tray, draped in red silk. When the covering was lifted, gasps rippled through the hall.

Resting upon the tray was a pitch-black shield, no larger than a man’s arm, its surface covered in mysterious runes that faintly shimmered with golden light.

Lan Yuerong’s voice carried smoothly across the room.

”This is a rare defensive artifact. Though not complete, it was refined with fragments of celestial ore. When activated, it can withstand a single blow from even a Great Ascension Realm cultivator. However, it carries only two charges. Once spent, its light will fade forever. Starting price: Eight Hundred thousand gold~ !”

The crowd stirred. A treasure that could block the strike of such a terrifying realm was almost priceless—but with only two uses, it became a gamble.

To some, it was a lifesaving treasure worth any cost. To others, it was nothing more than an expensive trinket.

But well, most thought that before even thinking of needing to think whether to bid, they should see if Bai Zihan tries to buy it.

If so, no use of competing at all.

Zhao Wutian’s lips curled upward. This was it—his clan’s treasure that was set to sell here.

Not only was it bound to draw high bids, but with Bai Zihan recklessly throwing out gold, the profit would be immense.

He leaned back in his seat, smug anticipation in his eyes, and shifted his gaze toward the Bai Clan’s balcony.

Sure enough, before long—

”One Million and five hundred thousand!”

Bai Zihan’s voice cut across the hall once more, calm and commanding.

Zhao Wutian’s heart leapt.

(As expected!)

Bai Zihan indeed has also bid for this treasure of his as well. He thought about just how high the final bid would be.

But, the hall fell utterly silent.

Not a single paddle was raised. Not a whisper of a competing bid.

All eyes swept toward the Bai Clan’s balcony, waiting, watching, knowing full well that the outcome rested on Bai Zihan alone.

”One million and five hundred... once!”

Lan Yuerong’s clear voice rang out.

”One million... twice!”

Zhao Wutian’s fingers clenched on the armrest of his chair. A sheen of sweat gathered at his temple—from frustration.

If this continued, his clan’s treasure would be sold for just a million and five hundred.

Although a profit, he obviously wants to make more from it especially since Bai Zihan is willing to pay for it.

The Bai Clan brat had been throwing gold recklessly all night, and yet now, when it truly mattered, he had chosen restraint?

No. He couldn’t allow it.

”Two million!”

Zhao Wutian’s voice cracked through the air like thunder.

The audience gasped. They thought that similar to Bai Zihan, Zhao Wutian has also lost his mind.

Of course, those who know that it was his own treasure that is up for auction, one would know that it’s all a ploy to raise the price.

Lan Yuerong’s expression did not falter, though even she blinked once in surprise.

Her gaze flicked toward Bai Zihan.

Everyone’s gaze did.

Surely now, the young master of the Bai Clan would raise his voice again, calmly drowning out even such an outrageous bid?

But no words came.

Bai Zihan leaned lazily against the armrest, his expression cool, unbothered, not even sparing Zhao Wutian a glance.

Was Bai Zihan finally giving up?