Clan Building System: I'm not the Protagonist?!-Chapter 338- Updated*

Fang Yuan wiped the last trace of pain from his expression and steadied his breathing.

If he was going to move around this city freely, then suppressing his aura was essential.

Although the strongest cultivators he had sensed around here were merely at the Nascent Soul Realm...

There was that one whose divine sense slapped his earlier. Someone like that was definitely above Hollow Spirit Realm.

There was no reason to invite more trouble.

He inhaled slowly and his qi sank inward until his presence vanished into nothing.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Yuan became indistinguishable from a perfectly ordinary mortal youth.

He adjusted his sleeves finally ready to head towards the auction house.

But before he could even take ten steps toward the towering building a group of rough-looking men stepped directly into his path.

Fang Yuan blinked at them, albeit a bit confused.

Do people here rob others in broad daylight?

With this much confidence?

The leader, a burly man with greasy hair tied back, jabbed a finger at him.

"Hand over everything you’ve got, brat."

Fang Yuan looked down at his empty hands.

Then back at them.

"...I don’t have anything on me."

The robbers glanced at each other, uncertain.

The leader bared his teeth.

"Search him!"

Fang Yuan calmly raised both arms.

They patted down his sleeves, hecked his waist, dug through his pockets yet all they found was nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

He gave them a polite nod back.

The leader’s face twisted with frustration.

"Well then... I won’t mind a finger. Take his fingers!"

Fang Yuan’s eyes lifted slowly toward the man.

"...Are you serious?"

Two robbers rushed in, sloppy swings aimed at his arms.

Fang Yuan stepped forward, his foot slid across the ground and his palm snapped outward.

Crack.

The first robber’s wrist twisted unnaturally, his scream cut short as he crumpled.

Another lunged from behind, Fang Yuan turned slightly and elbowed him in the ribs.

Thud.

Air burst from the man’s lungs as he folded like paper.

The leader roared and charged, trying to land a heavy punch on Fang Yuan’s face.

Fang Yuan simply caught the fist and tightened his grip.

Bones started to creak and the leader’s eyes bulged.

Fang Yuan kicked him lightly and the man flew two meters back, skidding across the street in a heap.

The remaining bandits froze.

Their leader groaned on the ground.

Two of their comrades lay wheezing and clutching shattered limbs.

All around them, pedestrians hurriedly pretended to be invisible.

People darted aside, heads lowered.

Some slipped into alleyways.

Others covered their faces, not daring to glance over.

Fang Yuan dusted his sleeves, expression completely calm.

"Next time," he said lightly, "try picking someone who actually has something worth stealing."

The bandits stumbled backward, bravado draining into fear.

The leader tried to stand, clutching his broken wrist. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding in humiliation.

Fang Yuan took one step closer.

"Now," he said, voice mild as winter, "hand over everything you own before I beat the life out of you."

The bandit leader froze, his lips trembled.

"Aren’t you a... good guy? Can’t you just let us go?" he pleaded, voice cracking.

Fang Yuan tilted his head.

"A good guy...?" His tone was thoughtful, almost amused. "I am not in the mood to kill anyone tonight." He let his gaze sharpen like a blade. "But if the mouse keeps squeaking... I might just have to."

The leader’s face drained of color.

Immediately, hands flew to pockets.

Pouches, coins, and stones were dropped on the ground with frantic speed.

His followers did the same, scrambling to empty whatever valuables they had anything to avoid another taste of that pain.

Fang Yuan gathered the items casually.

A small fortune in his palm:

• Seven spirit stones, all from the leader

• Six hundred seventy-two silver coins, scraped together from the rest. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He weighed the pouch once, nodded in satisfaction.

Robbing robbers was good karma.

Not a bad start.

He swept the valuables up, slipped them into his sleeve, and turned away.

Behind him, the bandits collapsed to the ground, terrified to even breathe too loudly.

Fang Yuan walked on, streetlamps casting long crimson shadows behind him.

The auction house loomed closer, its banners dancing in the night breeze.

Everything was proceeding well...

Until a pair of footsteps slowed near him.

A young woman stood directly in his path, dressed in elegant red robes.

Her hair was tied high, and her eyes shone with a sharp jade-like glow.

She looked him up and down once, then met his gaze fully.

"Have we met before?" she asked.

Fang Yuan blinked.

This was the first time he had ever laid eyes on her.

Then a different thought crossed his mind.

Wait.

Isn’t that... a pickup line?

He almost laughed aloud.

With a small smile tugging at his lips, he stepped past her without a word, walking straight ahead as if she were nothing more than a decorative statue on the road.

The girl stared after him, astonishment flickering in her eyes.

When the girl realized Fang Yuan had casually ignored her, her eyes widened.

People did not ignore her!

She stared after him for a heartbeat, then lightly bit her lip and stepped forward, following at a measured pace.

Ahead, Fang Yuan stopped at the grand entrance of the auction house and began speaking with the receptionist. She couldn’t hear a word from where she stood, but she could atleast deduce that he was here to sell something.

Once she noticed him dissapeared into the house, she adjusted her robe and continued walking, stepping through the polished jade doors.

The moment she crossed the threshold, the receptionist from earlier stiffened like a rusted hinge.

Her face lost all color and she immediately bowed so deeply it seemed she might snap in half.

"Y-Young Miss Xiao Ninger! W-Welcome to the Azure Crane Auction House!"

The young woman didn’t spare her more than a casual glance.

Her gaze instead hovered on the direction Fang Yuan had disappeared into.

"Tell me about that young man who just went in," Xiao Ninger said, voice soft but impossible to ignore.

The receptionist froze.

"T-that... Young miss, it is against our p-policy to reveal the information of esteemed guests..."

Her voice trailed off as Xiao Ninger’s eyes shifted and a small crease at the corner of her lips.

The poor receptionist nearly collapsed from the pressure alone.

"Just a moment, please!"

She scrambled behind the counter, and took out a newly folded document with both trembling hands.

"H-Here! Please forgive this lowly one!"

Xiao Ninger accepted it calmly, unfolding the slip of information.

Her eyes scanned the lines and her expression paused.

Then slowly... her brows rose.

"Interesting."