Clan Building System: I'm not the Protagonist?! - Chapter 335
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Chapter 335: deny
The battlefield lay silent behind him, littered with blood and broken armor.
The drunk man staggered forward, wine dripping from his beard.
He walked without direction, without purpose—just moving because stopping meant remembering.
He took another swig.
Then another.
His steps wobbled.
His breath hitched.
And suddenly—
He stopped.
The wind tugged at his ragged robes.
His shoulders drooped.
His body swayed.
“…Ah…”
He blinked slowly, as if remembering something important.
“Oh—”
His lips curled into a crooked, drunken grin.
“—maybe I should go look for good old Dapang!”
His voice lifted with sudden cheer, completely out of place among the corpses.
“That fatty should still be alive somewhere…”
He nodded to himself, swaying.
“Yes, yes… FAT as ever—he can help me!”
A mad, tearful laugh left his throat.
“He can help me exact revenge… for our sworn brother…”
His voice softened.
“…Fang Yuan…”
His smile turned sad.
Then sharp.
“YES! Dapang!” he declared loudly, slapping his own back. “He owes me wine anyway! Hahaha!”
With that insane mix of grief and drunken joy, he staggered forward—
Then broke into an unsteady run, arms flailing like a madman.
“Hahahaha! DAPANG!! YOU BETTER NOT BE DEAD, YOU FAT BASTARD!!”
***
Xiao Pei suddenly sneezed so hard he nearly fell over.
“—ACHOO!!”
Du Juan instantly rushed over, eyes widening.
“Xiao Pei! Are you sick?”
Her hands were already on his cheeks checking his temperature.
“Does your throat hurt? Are you cold? Did you catch some strange qi backlash?”
Xiao Pei waved his hands quickly.
“No, no! I’m fine!”
He rubbed his nose.
“I just feel like someone’s talking behind my back…”
He cupped his hands around his ears and shook his head.
As if trying to shake off some invisible gossip.
Fang Yuan, still rubbing Lin Zhaoyue’s back in slow circles, didn’t look up as he spoke.
“Da Pang,” he said in a flat tone,
“perhaps your parents finally found out about your hidden porn magazine.”
Xiao Pei froze.
Du Juan froze.
Even Lin Zhaoyue paused her groaning to blink in confusion.
Xiao Pei pointed at himself, offended.
“…Brother Fang, why would you say something like—”
Fang Yuan raised an eyebrow.
“Did I lie?”
Du Juan slowly turned her head toward him.
Her eyes narrowed.
“…Porn magazine?”
Xiao Pei turned pale.
“W-Wait—Du Juan—dear—my love—listen—it’s not what you think—!”
Lin Zhaoyue, now leaning half against Fang Yuan’s shoulder, murmured in a faint voice:
“Men… are all trash…”
The Saberfang nodded solemnly, as if agreeing.
Xiao Pei shot up from the ground like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
“Shaoge!” he pointed accusingly at Fang Yuan, eyes wide with betrayal.
“You PROMISED to never say that in front of others! Don’t blame me but—YOU STARTED THI—”
Before he could finish, Fang Yuan moved like lightning.
With a subtle flick of his fingers, a thin veil of spiritual qi wrapped around Xiao Pei’s mouth—silent, invisible, and executed so cleanly that no one else noticed a thing.
MMMPH—!!
Xiao Pei’s eyes bulged.
“Mmmff—!! MMPH—!!”
His words were aggressive, outraged, and utterly incomprehensible under Fang Yuan’s palm.
He flailed his arms, trying to pry the hand away.
“MMMMMPH!! MMF MRGHH!—”
Du Juan blinked, confused.
“…What is he saying?”
Lin Zhaoyue, still leaning on Fang Yuan, tilted her head.
“He sounds like a dying duck.”
The Saberfang nodded again in solemn agreement.
Xiao Pei stomped his foot angrily.
“MMPH! MMF! MMMMH—!!”
Fang Yuan didn’t even look at him.
“I can’t hear what you’re trying to say,” he said calmly.
Xiao Pei tried to shout louder.
“MMMPH!!—MMHHRRGHH!! SHAOGE, THIS IS NOT FAIR!! NOT—FAIR—!!”
But it all came out as:
“MMMMM—PFFFGHHH—MMMRFFFFHH!!”
Du Juan sighed heavily.
“…Xiao Pei, breathe.”
Xiao Pei shook his head violently.
“MMMPHH!! MMM!—!!”
Just as Xiao Pei was on the verge of passing out, a familiar voice called out:
“Yuan’er!”
Fang Yuan blinked and immediately withdrew the qi around Xiao Pei’s mouth.
Xiao Pei collapsed onto the grass and sucked in air like a dying fish resurfacing.
“HAH—HAH—HAH—!
Shaoge… I almost ascended!”
Fang Chen strode up the path, robes fluttering, face bright with recognition.
“Good day, everyone!” he said warmly.
Lin Zhaoyue lifted her head from Fang Yuan’s shoulder, a gentle smile forming.
“Uncle Chen,” she greeted softly, voice warm, “it’s good to see you.”
Fang Chen smiled at Zhaoyue’s greeting, then turned his attention to Fang Yuan with a slightly more serious tone.
“Yuan’er, Doctor Mu wishes to meet you.”
Fang Yuan raised an eyebrow.
“Doctor Mu?”
Fang Chen nodded quickly.
“He’s just returned to the estate. And… he brought a young child with him.”
“A child?” Fang Yuan repeated.
Fang Chen leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.
“Yes. He says… the child is related to you.”
The air fell silent.
Even Xiao Pei stopped massaging his cheeks.
Lin Zhaoyue blinked slowly, tilting her head.
Fang Yuan’s expression was a mix of confusion and suspicion.
Enough for Fang Chen to add quickly:
“He didn’t say how yet. Only that it’s important.”
Lin Zhaoyue tightened her hold on Fang Yuan’s sleeve.
“…A child?” she murmured.
Xiao Pei whispered:
“Shaoge… don’t tell me you… you know… before?”
Du Juan slapped the back of his head.
Fang Yuan exhaled deeply.
“…Let’s go meet Doctor Mu.”
As they walked, Fang Yuan’s thoughts slowly stirred.
Doctor Mu… returning to the estate? How did he do that? When the fang clan was relocating, Doctor Mu was nowhere to be found
From what he knows, doctor Mu was a normal human, he had no cultivation to lean on.
But his skills on medication were anything but ordinary, he was so proficient, it even made other cultivators feel ashamed.
But still…
A normal human shouldn’t have been able to travel freely. Certainly not through dangerous regions like Mount Skyhowl.
So how had he made the journey?
Something didn’t add up.
tiny plant with three slender purple leaves, its roots half-buried in the shimmering soil. tiny plant with three slender purple leaves, its roots half-buried in the shimmering soil. tiny plant with three slender purple leaves, its roots half-buried in the shimmering soil.