Clan Building System: I'm not the Protagonist?! - Chapter 267

267: 267- I don’t regret it.

267: 267- I don’t regret it.

Fang Yuan began with Feng Lishen.

With a casual flick of his fingers, the patriarch’s body dissolved into ash and dust, the remnants of a life erased as if it had never existed.

Next came Feng Rin and her child, Fang Yuan’s hand moved swiftly, leaving nothing but fading wisps of spiritual energy where their forms had been.

He did not pause.

Step by step, hall by hall, Fang Yuan searched for any survivors.

A faint heartbeat here, a flicker of qi there, he found one or two hiding in corners, cowering behind collapsed walls, trembling in disbelief.

Most of them were mere mortals, not even worth being sacrificed in the eyes of Feng Lishen.

But to Fang Yuan, their value, or lack thereof, did not matter.

None would escape.

A swing of his sword, a flick of his wrist, and even their feeble attempts at resistance ended instantly.

Bodies disintegrated, screams silenced and their hopes extinguished.

Slaves, captives, everyone none were spared.

There wasn’t going to be any survivors to whisper of the demise of the Feng Clan, and noone from the outside world would know the demise of the Feng Clan for the Feng Clan itself was hidden very deep.

Two hours passed and every body within the clan had been reduced to nothing, every trace of the Feng clan eradicated.

The territory lay silent and empty, the only movement was the drifting ashes that carried the memory of their destruction.

Satisfied, Fang Yuan sheathed his sword and stepped lightly over the ruined grounds.

His thoughts drifted toward his disciple.

It was time to see what she had accomplished while he was cleaning up the mess.

Fang Yuan spread his divine sense across the ruins, searching for his disciple.

He spotted Fang Mei quietly moving among the shelves of the Feng clan’s library.

I thought I told her to go to the treasury… he muttered under his breath, a faint frown tugging at his lips.

Did she not find it?

In an instant, he appeared in front of her.

Fang Mei jumped, nearly dropping the stack of books she was placing into her spatial ring.

“M-master!

You scared me!” she stammered, her cheeks tinged pink.

Fang Yuan chuckled softly, shaking his head.

“My bad, my bad.

But… what are you doing here?

I told you to go to the treasury.” She straightened, a determined glint in her eyes.

“I am in the treasury, Master.

Look around you.” She gestured to the countless shelves stacked with cultivation manuals.

“The Feng clan has a staggering variety here.

I don’t know if they pillaged kingdoms or not, but with this arsenal, we won’t have to worry about anyone ending up with incompatible teachings.” She paused, then turned to face him directly, her voice earnest.

“Plus, Master, you’re the one who came up with the additions to the martial manuals we already know.

It’s high time someone started putting together the next generation of techniques.

We’ll need an arsenal first, so anyone who wants a martial manual can pick which ones they need instead of automatically learning the family martial techniques.” Fang Yuan’s lips curved into a slow smile, and he reached out to ruffle her hair.

“You’re right.

Maybe I should hire you as my assistant,” he teased.

Fang Mei shrugged nonchalantly.

“You already have the matriarch for that.

I’m your disciple.

Your job is to raise me with the best resources possible.” Fang Yuan laughed softly, a warm glint in his eyes.

“I suppose there’s nothing wrong with indulging you a little on that matter,” he muttered.

Fang Yuan smiled at her silently, then turned and walked away.

“Alright, I’ll go empty their treasury,” he said casually, stepping into the void.

Fang Mei nodded, watching him disappear without a word.

She muttered under her breath, a small sigh escaping her lips, “Master… you really should save me from the matriarch one day.” Fang Yuan next arrived at a basement that appeared to serve as the Feng Clan’s treasury.

As he stepped inside, a glimmering array sprang to life, forming a barrier that blocked his path.

From his own spatial ring, he drew out Feng Lishen’s spatial ring, yes, he had claimed every single ring in the entire Feng clan.

A quick scan of the haul, it was over one hundred fifty thousand low-grade spirit stones, seventy thousand mid-grade, and more than three thousand high-grade spirit stones.

A generational fortune so vast it could sustain the current Fang family for at least two lifetimes.

Of course, Fang Yuan had no plans to let the resources last more than even a decade, he was gonna make sure he raised the Fang Clan to be the strongest family in the whole world and wasn’t going to hoard this wealth.

From Lishen’s ring, he withdrew the family token and with a mere gesture, the token bypassed the protective array, and Fang Yuan stepped inside.

Once he stepped inside, his eyes fell upon a strange sight, a vast array of… wings?

Fang Yuan frowned, moving slowly from left to right, surveying the room.

Everywhere he looked, there were wings..

wings and wings, each pair neatly preserved.

They were unmistakably the wings of Feng Clan members.

Every single one he saw bore a pair.

“Perhaps… this is just a collection?” he muttered, a flicker of unease creeping up his spine.

The further he stepped in, the more wings he saw, arranged meticulously as if cataloged.

“They’re… keeping these as keepsakes,” he whispered to himself, though the words did little to calm the gnawing sense of discomfort.

“Just… keepsakes.

Definitely.” When Fang Yuan reached the deepest part of the chamber, the atmosphere shifted.

Here, a single wing was displayed, immense compared to the others, its span nearly filling the space, its surface glinting with an almost otherworldly sheen.

Next to the wing was a solitary book, encased in a pristine glass case.

Fang Yuan’s hand hovered for a moment before he swallowed hard and lifted the book from its protective enclosure.

The glass case clicked softly behind him, echoing through the silent chamber.

He flipped open the cover, and his eyes fell on the first page.

Without a single word he closed it right away and let out a low, exasperated sigh, his gaze drifting up to the darkening sky above.

After a few deep breathe, he reopened the book, flipping to the first page as his eyes scanned the words: “You need the wings of our deceased to build the flying boats.

Make sure you preserve as much as you can so that one day we may traverse the void and reconnect with our ancestors.” He closed the book again, letting it rest on his lap, and sank onto the side of the chamber, shoulders loosening.

A slow, deliberate murmur escaped his lips: “If I had hold back my punches… there’s a high chance they could have turned the table on me.

I had to disintegrate them, I did the right thing.” But even as he said it, a corner of his mind scoffed.

He knew the truth.

It was pure nonsense.

Absolute, ridiculous nonsense.

What the hell were those dead people going to do?

Turn the table on him?

Fang Yuan let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head.

He exhaled slowly, running a hand over his face, unsure what to make of the instructions.

His gaze drifted over the rows of wings surrounding him, each one eerily pristine, and he muttered under his breath, “Well… I definitely have enough here.

Let’s stay positive.” He swallowed hard, steeling himself, and flipped the book to the second page.

“Wings of those at Golden Core Realm have a low probability of success in refinement, but more is always better, don’t waste resources.

Wings from those at Nascent Soul Realm have a high chance of improving the speed of the flying boats.

Using at least two Nascent Soul Realm wings guarantees a flying boat.” Fang Yuan closed the book again and leaned back, closing his eyes.

He began counting quietly, recalling how many Nascent Soul Realm cultivators had existed in the Feng clan before he had disintegrated them all.

The number made him wince, every single one had been disintegrated.

Not a single wing remained.

He let out a long, exasperated sigh.

“What kind of book is this?

Stop making me regret what I did.

If you’re going to tell me how to build a flying boat, just give me the damn instructions.” Fang Yuan began flipping through the pages, skimming past the notes, until he finally stopped.

The next pages were indeed the instructions, detailed, step-by-step guidelines on constructing a flying boat.

He paused as his eyes narrowed as he read that one single line: “Requires a live sacrifice of one of the Feng Clan members, at least Golden Core Realm.” He slammed the book shut, muttering under his breath, “What sort of barbaric world are these winged people living in…” ….

(A/N: My apologies for all those repeated chapters, I’ve been sick lately but didn’t want to miss the mgs so I had to take such underhanded tactics.)