Clan Building System: I'm not the Protagonist?! - Chapter 285

285: 285- Dead Joshua 285: 285- Dead Joshua “I’ll give you an example, there’s that girl from the Divine Ice Sect,” the tortoise added.

“She did not break into the Hollow Spirit Realm not because she was not talented, but because she valued her life.

Once she learnt the moment she entered the hollow spirit realm she would be harvested, she held off on it.” “There is a world beyond this one,” the tortoise said, voice dropping to a chilling whisper.

“A world so vast your imagination would crumble before it.

And in that world… beings like you and I are nothing but fish laid upon a butcher’s board.” Its molten-gold eyes fixed onto Fang Yuan.

“If you wipe out the two kingdoms now, you will draw their interest.

You are still young, very young so if they saw you now…” A deep rumble rolled from the tortoise’s chest.

“There will be no Fang Family.

No more of this world..

because you’re what they are likely aiming for.” Fang Yuan studied the colossal beast in silence for a moment, then inclined his head.

“Thank you… for telling me this.

Is that what you meant by the secret of Mount Skyhowl?” The tortoise gave a slow nod saying, “I wanted you to explore it slower.” And then it’s eyes narrowed, appraising him, “I like the old you better,” it rumbled, “when you hid your cultivation and simply acted like you were struggling to survive.” “Huh?” Fang Yuan frowned but before he could speak further, the mountain-sized creature had already vanished, dissolving into the mist as though it had never been there at all.

Fang Yuan turned back toward the library and with a thought he drew back the golden qi shell wrapped around it.

For a brief moment he lingered, glancing once at the silent doors then he exhaled, and spread his divine sense across Mount Skyhowl.

There were no beasts prowling nearby, no immediate threats closing in.

Good.

He muttered and in the next heartbeat, he stepped into the void and disappeared.

He could never reconcile with the two kingdoms.

Not after what they had done so he chose the only viable path left which was relocation.

The Feng Clan estate would serve as a temporary base.

It wasn’t ideal, but it would do.

He tore open space again and stepped into the Fang Family estate.

The moment he appeared, disciples and elders turned.

“Clan Head has returned!” “Fang Yuan is back!” Fang Yuan didn’t pause to acknowledge the relieved cries.

With a flick of his sleeve, he vanished again, reappearing at the western wing of the estate, the medical quarters.

The air smelled faintly of crushed herbs and incense, meant to suppress pain and calm nerves.

He pushed open the doors.

Inside, Fang Jingyi sat at the bedside, her back straight but her shoulders trembling ever so slightly.

Lin Zhaoyue lay unconscious on the bed, pale as frost, her breathing thin as a whisper.

Jingyi heard the door and turned sharply.

“Yuan’er.” Her voice was weary.

She had cleaned Lin Zhaoyue’s blood, tended her wounds, and wrapped her abdomen, but there were dark rings beneath her eyes, she had not rested.

Fang Yuan crossed the room quietly.

He stopped at the bedside, looking down at Zhaoyue.

He stood there silently for a long moment.

Jingyi spoke first, voice low.

“She hasn’t woken.

Her injuries are stabilised, but her mind… is lost somewhere between life and death.

Doctor Mu said it’s not a wound of the body-it’s her soul.” “”I know,” Fang Yuan said, his voice calm but firm.

Jingyi’s brows furrowed.

“You… already know?” He nodded, never taking his eyes off Zhaoyue.

Her gaze sharpened, worry cutting through her exhaustion.

“Then… is she going to die?” “No,” Fang Yuan replied, his tone resolute, hard as steel.

“She’ll live.” Jingyi looked at him, searching his face for answers.

“You… have a method?” Fang Yuan didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he reached into his spatial ring and took out a small, crystalline herb that glowed with a faint silver frost-the Moonfrost Lily.

Jingyi’s eyes widened as she saw Fang Yuan pull the small herb from his bag.

“What’s that?” she asked, curiosity mingled with hope.

Fang Yuan held it up calmly.

“It’s a Moonfrost Lily.” “I’ve… never heard of it,” Fang Jingyi murmured, leaning closer, intrigued by the delicate petals glowing faintly in the dim light.

Fang Yuan nodded.

“It’s a cure.

Give this to the matriarch.

Watch carefully and see if there’s any improvement.” Without hesitation, Jingyi reached out and took it, cradling it like it was a priceless treasure, her hands trembling slightly with anticipation and relief.

Fang Yuan instructed quietly, “Crush it and have her drink it.” “Yes, Yuan’er,” Jingyi replied with a nod, immediately beginning her careful work, handling the Moonfrost Lily like it was a fragile gem.

Satisfied, Fang Yuan turned and stepped out, ready to move with his people.

But just beyond the estate, he was met with the sight of two groups locked in heated argument.

The scene tugged a memory from deep within him as he started to recall the events of Spirit Pond discovery banquet, where every great family of Coldwind City had gathered, including even the Crown Prince.

The echoes of that gathering seemed alive in the voices before him.

At the center of the argument stood Fang Chen, his uncle, flanked by a group of elders.

Both sides clashed over whether to maintain the Fang family’s independence or accept the offer from the Azure Phoenix Kingdom to join their top sect, the Ember-Heart Monastery, under a new surname.

Leading the opposing side was Fang Joshua, an elder whose presence immediately drew Fang Yuan’s sharp attention.

He lingered on Joshua for a moment, recognition flashing in his eyes.

The last time the Feng Clan had attacked the cultivation caves, slaughtering countless younger members of their family, Joshua had been conspicuously absent.

He had been entrusted to guard the place, yet vanished without a trace, and now, he reappeared, carrying news from the Azure Phoenix Kingdom.