Clan Building System: I'm not the Protagonist?!-Chapter 49: Threaten A Nascent Soul Realm.

Fang Yuan’s face twitched.

He had read those plotlines. Thought they were ridiculous.

But then again... he had a system.

If that existed, what else could?

Well, he would not have believed it either until his own life started to feel like one of those novels he read about.

Nope.

Absolutely not.

"Brother?" Fang Tian’s voice cut through his thoughts.

Fang Yuan snapped out of his reverie like a man waking from a dream.

"No—no! Absolutely not!" Fang Yuan blurted, face twisting in something between panic and secondhand embarrassment. "Immortals are... immoral!"

Fang Tian blinked.

"...What?"

The silence that followed was heavier than a mountain.

Fang Yuan coughed violently into his sleeve, trying to bury both the moment and his soul at once. "Ah... I mean... Ah..."

Fang Tian didn’t make a move. Not did he make a pipsqueak.

He just stared at his brother, his expression unreasonably unreadable.

Fang Yuan wanted to sink into the floor and dissolve into spirit mist.

After a painful beat, he cleared his throat and reached into his desk.

"...Take the ring and leave right away." Fang Yuan muttered, sliding the carved box across the table. "Do what you will but make sure it’s not harmed. It’s a family heirloom."

Fang Tian blinked.

Wait... what?

He stared at the ornate box sitting between them like it weighed a million kilograms.

The shift in Fang Yuan’s tone had came too fast. And... he hadn’t even got to explained himself yet!

Wasn’t his brother supposed to reject his request? Question his motives? Or outright test him to see if he was an imposter? This was a family heirloom for heaven’s sake! How can one be so careless!

Why was he... handing it over so easily?

"Master?" Fang Tian asked inwardly, not moving to touch the box just yet.

The calm voice of Qin Shi Huang echoed through his mind.

"Your brother definitely knows our end goal. He even understands the Immortal Code. So just take it and let’s leave while he’s giving it without a resistance."

Immortal what now? Fang Tian blinked again. What’s an Immortal Code? Master?

But before the soul could answer, Fang Yuan’s voice cut through the air.

"Tian," he said suddenly, brisk, dismissive, urgent.

That tone. It was not laced with anger, but it definitely screamed: take the box and get out before I change my mind.

Fang Tian hesitated only a second longer and then resolving himself, he then carefully reached forward and picked it up.

As soon as the box left the desk, Fang Yuan nodded firmly and said, "Good. Now shoo, out, out right away."

Fang Tian opened his mouth, but Fang Yuan raised a finger without looking at him.

"And don’t forget," he added flatly, "our family’s still in a financial crisis. Don’t go doing anything expensive, you also promised to help, remember?"

"...Right," Fang Tian muttered, thoroughly confused.

With the box cradled under his arm and several questions still unanswered, he quietly turned and left the office.

Fang Yuan watched his brother walk out the door, probably confused, maybe suspicious or possibly even both.

And as the door gently clicked shut, Fang Yuan slumped back in his chair, rubbing his temples.

"...What’s wrong with me today?"

The room felt too quiet now.

The weight of responsibility, of secrets, and expectations hung heavy in the air.

He leaned back, eyes drifting toward the lantern-lit ceiling.

Then, in a low whisper, almost afraid of his own voice, he said,

"Am I being stressed out because of the message of the Gu family? Do I really have to meet the Gu family...?"

Fang Yuan stretched his arms with a sigh, leaning back in his chair as the quiet hum of evening settled across the compound.

"...Ah, right," Fang Yuan muttered, rubbing his temples. "I forgot to check the treasury logs, hmmm I’ll just sign a paper and say it’s done, I suppose.."

He let out a long sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

There was always something.

Still, he glanced at the stack of scrolls beside him and waved dismissively at them.

"I’ll check it tomorrow. Tonight... I’m taking a break."

With that decisive declaration, wholly unbecoming of a hardworking patriarch, he stretched his limbs, groaning as his joints popped.

Lazy?

Maybe.

But even cultivators needed sleep.

He didn’t always cultivate, thank you very much.

Yawning, Fang Yuan left the office and wandered to his chambers, letting the warm lantern light guide him down the quiet halls.

The night passed without incident.

No mysterious letters.

No emergency meetings.

No assassins.

Not even a single elder knocking at his door with ’one more concern.’

It was... nice.

Suspiciously nice.

The next morning, the sun filtered gently through his window, and for once, Fang Yuan woke without a headache or a crisis.

He resumed his duties at a leisurely pace, sorted through the reports, gave a few commands, and finally, finally finished reviewing the last of the clan’s accounts.

Leaning back in his chair, he stared at the ceiling and allowed himself the rarest of luxuries:

A moment of genuine satisfaction.

Everything, miraculously had gone according to plan.

"...Huh," he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips. "So this is what peace feels like."

He didn’t trust it for a second.

Then—

Knock knock.

"Come in," he said without looking up.

The door creaked open and in walked Fang Lian, the girl who handled minor affairs for Doctor Mu.

"Oh?" Fang Yuan lifted a brow. "What brings you here?"

Fang Lian stepped in, straight-backed and formal. "Family Head," she said softly, "she’s awake now."

Fang Yuan gave a small nod. "Good."

He was about to return to his work when he noticed Fang Lian hesitating, her gaze lingering, fingers curling slightly at her sides.

He tilted his head. "What is it?"

Fang Lian’s face turned a shade pinker.

"Family Head..." she began hesitantly. "I—may I also receive cultivation resources? I’d like to begin training."

Fang Yuan blinked in surprise, already halfway to giving a casual ’sure’ but then she bowed deeply, hands clenched and voice trembling with sincerity.

"I—I promise to keep your aunt’s... and your secrets safe, so... please!"

She said it so seriously, with such reverent weight, as if she were striking some profound bargain between gods and men.

Fang Yuan stared.

Then he broke into laughter.

Genuine, startled, amused laughter that echoed in the room.

He leaned forward, bracing a hand against the table.

"You..." he chuckled, "you’re threatening a Nascent Soul realm cultivator?"

There she was, small, meek, without an ounce of cultivation to her name trembling slightly, yet resolute.

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Fang Yuan shook his head, still smiling.

"Well," he said at last, resting his chin on one hand, "aren’t you brave."

Fang Lian looked up, eyes wide with hope and fear.

He smiled and gestured to the chair across from him.

"Come. Tell me how far you’re willing to go with this cultivation path."

Because, truth be told, he was already planning to give her a chance.

Fang Yuan studied her, head tilted slightly, expression unreadable until the faintest grin curled at the edge of his lips.

She had no idea what she was getting into.

But he liked her spirit.

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