Clan Building System: I'm not the Protagonist?!-Chapter 332- Updated*
The moment the word "Begin!" dropped—
Fu Ji Wei exploded forward.
Her saber flashed like a bolt torn from the heavens, slicing straight toward the senior disciple’s throat.
The crowd barely managed to track her movement.
But the senior disciple was no pushover.
He stomped forward, spiritual qi flaring at his fists, and met her strike head-on.
Steel clashed against hardened knuckles,
CLANG!
A shockwave rippled across the stage, rattling the spectators’ bones.
Fu Ji Wei pivoted.
Her saber curved like a crescent moon, dancing from angle to angle, seeking any weakness.
The senior disciple barked a laugh, blocking with his forearms.
"Is this the strength everyone hyped up?!"
His fist shot out, aiming straight for her ribs. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
Fu Ji Wei spun aside, blade flicking past his guard and a shallow cut bloomed on his sleeve.
The crowd gasped.
She pressed harder, saber howling with each strike.
The senior disciple’s expression twisted and his complacency shattered.
This girl was strong.
She lunged again, feint to the right, twist of the wrist, slash to the left, the saber’s arc shone with killing intent.
The senior disciple’s eyes narrowed.
Enough games.
He slammed his foot down, qi roaring through his muscles, and met her charge...
Fist against saber brute force against razor precision.
Sparks blasted outward and air cracked.
Both fighters skidded back from the collision.
Fu Ji Wei’s breath poured out slow and controlled.
Her saber tip never wavered.
The senior disciple flexed his numb arm, disbelief creeping across his face.
He then inhaled sharply, qi swirling like a gale beneath his skin.
His stance shifted, with his feet light, arms raised like wings.
Flying Crane Sect: Soaring Sky Talons!
His fingers curved, gleaming faintly with razor-thin qi edges.
With a single beat of his feet, he shot upward, body floating just above the ground and then swooped down like a hunting crane.
Fu Ji Wei narrowed her eyes.
She watched him dived toward her face, talons aimed to tear flesh.
Her saber roared alive.
Lightning Wolf Slash!
She surged to meet him, blade trailing crackles of destructive energy.
Steel and qi collided mid-air.
BOOOOM!
A white blast rippled across the arena, dust spiraling upward.
They separated in the smoke, both sliding back to regain footing.
The senior disciple looked down in surprise, the tips of his "talons" carried thin trails of blood.
Her saber had bit through his technique.
His smirk disappeared.
"You think you can match the Flying Crane?"
His voice echoed as he spun, sleeves flaring.
Crane Dance — Thousand Feathers!
From his sweeping arms, dozens of sharp qi feathers burst forth blades of wind slicing toward Fu Ji Wei like a storm of knives.
The crowd screamed yet Fu Ji Wei didn’t flinch.
She dropped low with her Qi surged through her legs, muscles coiling like springs.
Her saber glowed, more intense than before
Thunder Fang Break!
She lunged straight into the storm.
Feathers struck, sparks scattered but her saber carved a path through the deadly wind.
She burst from the other side, lightning in her stride and for the first time, the senior disciple’s eyes widened with a flicker of fear.
Her blade arced upward going straight for his throat.
Just when her saber tip was a breath away from the senior disciple’s throat.
CLANG!
A heavy palm caught the blade, stopping it cold.
Elder Zhao landed between them in the blink of an eye, robes fluttering from the force of her movement.
The shock of her intervention sent a gust sweeping across the platform.
Fu Ji Wei instantly pulled back, fist clasped and head lowered in respect.
The senior disciple stumbled a step, face pale, he hadn’t even sensed Elder Zhao move.
Elder Zhao’s stern gaze swept the stage.
"That is enough."
Her voice resounded with unquestionable authority.
She raised her hand toward Fu Ji Wei.
"Fu Ji Wei — you pass."
A roar of cheers exploded from the audience.
Some were on their feet, fists waving wildly.
Others whispered fearfully, realizing just how close that senior disciple came to being sliced in two.
The senior disciple, flushed with anger and humiliation, opened his mouth,
"But she—!"
Before the words could fully escape, a cold voice cut in like a blade,
"you would have a missing head if I was delayed, do you know that you went too far?"
Zhao Lusi eyes pinned the senior disciple in place.
A bead of sweat slid down his temple.
Not a soul dared to breathe loudly.
Zhao Lusi’s tone softened, barely.
"She controlled her strike. You... failed to control your pride."
The senior disciple clenched his jaw, bowing stiffly.
Zhao Lusi turned to Fu Ji Wei, her eyes no longer cold but sharp with approval.
"Young lady," she said, voice ringing clearly through the arena,"You possess remarkable precision and judgment. If you wish to hone those gifts further, I recommend Elder Qin. His tutelage suits one of your calibre."
The crowd stirred, a direct endorsement from an elder was not given lightly!
Before Fu Ji Wei could even respond, a booming voice cut in.
"I disagree!"
Elder Hao rose from his seat, sleeves flaring dramatically as he strode down.
His face twisted into what was supposed to be a friendly smile.
"Fu Ji Wei," he said with forced warmth,
"Join my tutelage. I will personally grant you Hollow Spirits, right here, right now as long as you accept me as your master."
Gasps rippled through the stands.
Such an offer was unheard of during the assessment.
Hollow Spirit Pills.
Even master alchemists sweated blood refining them and the number in circulation was pitifully small.
Owning one was a sign of status.
Using one was a sign of absolute privilege.
Yet to be handed one so casually...
Who wouldn’t be tempted?
All eyes locked onto Fu Ji Wei.
Hearts pounded.
Minds screamed — Take it! Take it!
Whispers spread like wildfire through the crowd.
"What luck..."
"If she refuses, she’s insane."
"Elder Hao is practically throwing gold at her!"
Every pair of eyes watched, waiting for her gratitude or her greed.
But before Fu Ji Wei could even open her mouth, Zhao Lusi’s laughter cut through the tension.
She flicked her wrist and a jade bottle spun through the air, landing neatly in Fu Ji Wei’s hand.
"One Hollow Spirit Pill," Zhao Lusi announced, tone airy as though she were gifting candy.
"Take it and ignore this old peacock trying to show off his molt."
For a heartbeat, the entire arena froze.
Then the stands erupted, muffled snickers, shocked gasps, stifled laughter.
Elder Hao’s face went from proud...
...to purple.
Zhao Lusi leaned in slightly, her smile bright and dangerously sweet.
"The test isn’t over yet. Elder Hao... are you planning to break the rules in front of everyone by trying to take in a disciple?"
The old man’s jaw clenched.
Hate burned in his eyes but the rules shackled him tighter than chains.
With a stiff bow and a barely-visible twitch in his eyebrow, he stepped back.
"Of course not," he muttered, forcing a brittle smile before retreating to his seat.
Zhao Lusi hummed, utterly pleased, and returned to her place beside him.
Her expression softened only when she notice Fang Yuan among the contenders seat.
