Clan Building System: I'm not the Protagonist?!-Chapter 334- Updated*

The senior staggered backward and the crowd erupted.

"So fast!"

"Hao Lo really is strong!"

Without pausing, Hao Lo slammed another blow forward.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Five straight strikes, relentless and punishing.

On the sixth strike, the senior disciple’s defense broke completely.

He flew backward, skidding across the stone floor, breath knocked from his lungs.

Silence befell the stadium and a heartbeat later, the judge raised his hand.

"Hao Lo... PASS!"

Thunderous applause broke out.

Elder Hao stroked his beard proudly, unable to hide the smug glow in his eyes.

"He may not be first place in the rankings," he said casually, "but he knows how to win where it matters."

Zhao Lusi did not bother replying.

She simply lifted a brow and glanced at Fang Yuan stepping onto the stage next.

Her smile widened with smug anticipation.

"Your turn, disciple," she murmured, "do make it beautiful."

The judge’s voice boomed across the arena once more.

"Next, Fang Yuan!"

All eyes locked onto the man who had only just staggered through the first trial.

Fang Yuan stood calmly at the center of the platform, hands loosely clasped behind his back.

His gaze swept over the senior disciple before he turned to the judge.

"Sir," he said lightly, "no disrespect, but... wouldn’t it be wiser to assign me a different instructor? At his level, this will probably end in a single move."

His words were soft. The insult was not.

A vein throbbed on the senior disciple’s forehead. In all his years of training, no one had ever belittled him so casually.

"You’d better worry about yourself, junior," he snarled, his voice thick with killing intent.

With a sharp flick of his wrist, he pulled out a pill and swallowed it whole.

The bitter medicine surged through his veins, the very same pill he relied on before every match, to bring him back to his prime condition.

A faint smile curved his lips.

"One move."

The words slipped out like a quiet promise to himself.

The senior disciple opposite him tightened his grip around a long spear.

His earlier humiliation still stung like fresh wounds, and there was no trace of the arrogance he had shown before.

This time, he raised his weapon with full seriousness.

He intended to crush this newcomer swiftly and reclaim his pride.

The judge lifted his hand, voice ringing across the arena with solemn clarity.

"Begin."

The senior disciple narrowed his eyes, spear tightening in his grip.

He lunged.

The spear tore through the air like a bursting lightning bolt.

A brilliant arc of silver qi shot straight for Fang Yuan’s heart yet Fang Yuan simply lifted his hand.

And with one light flick, like swatting aside a passing breeze.

Boom.

The senior disciple’s body shot backward like a launched cannonball.

He crashed through the air, tumbling helplessly before slamming into the stone outside the platform.

There was silence in the stadium once more, every breaths halted and every eyes widened in disbelief.

Majority of the viewers failed to process what had just occurred.

"He sent a mid stage nascent soul flying with just a swipe!"

"What kind of monstrous strength was that?!"

The instructor did not even last one move!

Fang Yuan lowered his hand casually and nods in satisfaction.

From all the earlier battles, he had already seen enough.

These geniuses all possessed formidable body refinement, likely trained in harsh physical conditions, able to strike as hard as early stage Nascent Soul.

But not one of them had stepped into the Hollow Spirit Realm.

In a duel without restrictions...

He would never handicap himself.

Why would he?

One strike was more than enough.

The judge stood frozen for a moment, staring at the fallen senior disciple crawling back up in utter disbelief.

Then he stammered out the only possible conclusion.

"Fang Yuan... passes."

On the high platform...

Zhao Lusi burst into a fit of wild laughter.

"That is my disciple!" she declared, voice ringing through the summit.

Elder Hao’s face stiffened.

Shock gave way to humiliation, and humiliation ignited into rage. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

His gaze locked onto Fang Yuan again.

That kid was no Nascent Soul.

Instead he was at Hollow Spirit Realm.

Suddenly he realised it, earlier when he thought he had fought off the charm, he didn’t.

He was merely fooled, he had let his guard down and registered the boy to be at the Nascent Soul Realm despite him being at the hollow Spirit from the very beginning!

He turned stiffly toward Zhao Lusi, jaw grinding hard.

"You tricked me," he hissed through clenched teeth.

Zhao Lusi only smiled sweetly, tilting her head.

"Oh elder Hao, whatever do you mean? I never said anything about his realm."

Her innocent tone was the most infuriating part.

Elder Hao trembled with anger, veins popping on his forehead.

But a bet was a bet.

He reached into his robes and retrieved a spatial ring, slapping it into Zhao Lusi’s waiting palm.

"Sixty. Thousand. High grade spirit stones," he growled.

Zhao Lusi giggled, weighing the ring on her fingers.

"That sword of mine is very pretty, elder Hao. I am happy you did not win it."

She gave his shoulder a friendly pat.

"You should gamble with me more," she said with a playful grin. "I really need the spirit stones—especially now that I’ve taken in a disciple."

Elder Hao’s face darkened. Without a word, he spun around, qi flaring in irritation as he shot into the sky, heading straight back toward the sect.

Zhao Lusi chuckled under her breath, casually tossing the storage ring in her palm.

"Hm... Nine Heavens Jade Liquid?" she mused aloud. "Or the Thousand-Year Peach Blossom Brew? I can’t decide which one i should drink."

Down on the stage...

"Those who have passed, step this way!" the judge announced.

A group of disciples opened one of the five carved doors behind the stage.

The successful candidates were guided toward it in an orderly line, while the failures were directed toward another exit in silence.

Soon, the successful candidates found themselves inside a wide circular chamber filled with glowing formations etched across the floor.

Cool, purified spiritual energy pooled in the room, collecting like mist at their ankles.

Fu Ji Wei stood calmly with her arms folded, her beauty drew multiple glances.

Hua Shen leaned lazily against a pillar, sleepy-looking but wary.

Hao Luo’s face drained of all color. He had offended a Hollow Spirit Realm expert and disappointed one of the sect’s great elders all in the same breath.

His hands trembled at his sides, cold sweat gathering beneath his collar as the weight of his mistake settled over him like a crushing stone.

Others whispered anxiously, sizing up the competition.

At the front, an elderly examiner stepped forward, robes embroidered with silver cranes.

He held a jade tablet glowing faintly.

"We will now test your bone age and innate cultivation root.

These two factors determine your potential and how many resources the sect will assign you. Those with greater potential will receive more guidance and cultivation treasures."

He raised his hand.

"A mortal without a root cannot cultivate at all. The lowest root is the Yellow Root. Those individuals will remain no different from ordinary mortals."

"The next ranks are Black Root, then Brown Root."

"The superior ranks are White Root and Blue Root. Blue is commonly known as Divine Root, something heaven bestows extremely rarely."

The examiner motioned.

"Fu Ji Wei. Step forward."