Clan Building System: I'm not the Protagonist?! - Chapter 298

Chapter 298: 298- Updated*
In the quiet of Fang Yuan’s newly made chamber, golden light from a hovering jade lantern casting long shadows across the floor while sitting cross-legged.

With a flicker of his thought, the translucent golden screen of the system shimmered into view before him.

[System Status]

Host: Fang Yuan

Realm: Initial Hollow Spirit Realm

Root: Heavenly Root

Hidden Physique: None

Martial Techniques:

– Swift Step Footwork (Low-Grade Black)

– Golden Shell Armor (Mid-Grade Earth)

– Tyrant’s Light Sword (Low-Grade Black)

System Points: 100,400

Faith Points: 3,000

[Faith System – Heavenly Mandate Scripture] (Saint Rank)

– Current Rank: 2 / 9

– Faith Exp Needed for Level 3: 1,000,000

– Current Faith Exp: 99,800 / 100,000

Unlocked Abilities:

– Authority Domain (Passive) – Foes within 100 meters are instantly identified and locked under your cultivation aura.

[Fang Clan]

Head: Fang Yuan

Vassal: Lin Clan

Clan Faith in Their Head: 98%

Daily Generation: 100 Faith Exp, 1,000 Faith Points

Exceptional Believers (Faith > 99):

Generates 7,000 Faith Exp, 25,000 Faith Points daily

“I suppose I’ll be leveling up tomorrow, then,” Fang Yuan murmured, swiping the glowing screen away.

The air around him rippled faintly as the projection vanished and silence filled the room again, save for the distant hum of wild beasts and qi veins pulsing beneath Mount Skyhowl.

The renovation for the new Fang estate was completed yesterday itself and the Fang clan had settled quite well.

Not only that even the Lin family had been relocated to Mount Skyhowl safely.

Luckily for him, the Lin family had been traveling from Phungrei City when he was about to go and search for them.

The family had been moving as if they probably were unaware of the chaos that was occurring in Coldwind City which also made things simpler for him.

One flick of his wrist, and the entire Lin convoy had vanished from the plains, reappearing here, in this mountain sanctuary.

He leaned back slightly, a wry grin ghosting across his face.

Today, he would be providing the vessel for Du Juan’s sister, Du Xin.

He pulled out a sheet of paper, dipped his brush, and began to write.

Ink flowed across the parchment in neat, steady strokes, though his mind wandered elsewhere.

He paused, tapping the brush lightly against the rim of the inkstone, then resumed writing.

The sound of bristles scratching parchment echoed softly through the quiet chamber.

Halfway through another line, a crisp ding! resonated in his mind.

Fang Yuan stopped mid-stroke. A drop of ink fell, blotting the page just as glowing words appeared before his eyes:

[Ding! Your reward has been delivered.]

He blinked once, then set the brush down.

“Alright,” he murmured, straightening his robe. “Let’s do this.”

Outside his chamber, Du Juan was waiting nervously, shifting her weight from foot to foot, her hands twisting at her sleeves.

One look and Fang Yuan could read her worry clearly. If not for the system’s delay in sending the reward, this would’ve been finished yesterday.

Then there would have been no restless night, and no anxious waiting like right now.

He stepped forward, his expression easing into a calm, confident smile.

“It’s not good to look nervous,” he said gently. “Smile a little. Your sister is going to be reborn today.”

Du Juan quickly nodded, “Y–Yes, Clan Head!” she replied, yet her voice trembled with both worry and anticipation.

Fang Yuan tilted his head slightly, his tone steady and composed. “Is everything prepared?”

She nodded vigorously this time, eyes bright. “Yes! Everything’s ready!”

Fang Yuan smiled faintly at her enthusiasm. “Good. Let’s not keep your sister waiting any longer.”

The two walked side by side toward the courtyard.

Along the way, they passed several members of the Fang and Lin families.

Each one paused to bow respectfully, greeting Fang Yuan and Du Juan as they made their way through the newly rebuilt estate.

Before long, the two of them arrived at a hastily constructed altar just outside the courtyard.

At the altar’s edge sat Xiao Pei who was drenched in sweat, his hands pressed against glowing sigils as he poured another surge of qi into the formation beneath his feet.

Beads of sweat slid down his temples, sizzling as they touched the radiant floor.

“Working hard, I see,” Fang Yuan said as he approached, tone light and teasing.

Xiao Pei turned, his face glistening with sweat, strands of hair clinging to his forehead.

Despite his fatigue, his eyes sharpened the moment he saw Fang Yuan.

“I wouldn’t be having this much trouble,” he muttered, his tone dripping with dry annoyance, “if a certain someone hadn’t gotten me beaten half to death by a mob yesterday.”

The words hung heavy in the air and Fang Yuan froze mid-step as an awkward smile twitching at the corner of his mouth.

He gave a faint cough into his hand as he replied,”Ah… you mean that certain brave and selfless hero who, might I add, saved your life afterward?”

Xiao Pei’s brow twitched.

He dropped his hands from the formation, crossing his arms. “You said we needed the meat to feed the clan, Fang Yuan. You never said anything about me being used as bait for a thunderclaw gorilla! That’s two different things.”

Fang Yuan burst into laughter. “Ahaha… well, I might’ve forgotten to mention it’d make for a fine bit of cultivation training, huh? My mistake.”

Xiao Pei stared at him for a long second before exhaling through his nose. His shoulders slumped as he shook his head. “What’s done is done, I suppose. Still… I thought we’d moved past deceptions, brother Shaoge.”

Fang Yuan cleared his throat, suddenly finding the horizon terribly interesting.

He rubbed the back of his neck, a faint, guilty smile tugging at his lips.

A soft rustle broke the silence. Du Juan stepped forward, her tone crisp yet gentle. “Clan Head,” she said with a respectful bow, “shall we begin?”

Fang Yuan turned to her with a small nod.

“You’re right.”

Then his gaze shifted to Xiao Pei. “Brother Da Pang, about yesterday… I’m truly sorry. Next time, I’ll be sure to warn you.”

Xiao Pei blinked, his eyes widening. “Huh? What do you mean, next time? Brother Shaoge!”

Fang Yuan only chuckled, striding toward the altar’s center. “We’ll talk about it later. For now, I need to do something.”

Before Xiao Pei could protest, Du Juan moved to his side. Her hand tightened around his arm, her eyes fixed on the necklace in Fang Yuan’s grasp.

Xiao Pei exhaled softly, his shoulders easing.

Pulling her into a gentle embrace from behind, he whispered, “Dont worry, your sister is in good hand.”