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"Sect Master! Marry me!"

If only things were that simple.

Fang Yuan lets out a long sigh, eyes fixed on the mountain of paperwork threatening to swallow his desk and his soul. 

As the youngest family head in history, you’d think he’d be enjoying fame, fortune, and fawning admirers. 

Instead, he’s buried in bureaucracy, stuck mediating elder disputes, and wondering if the sect treasury mysteriously eats spirit stones.

Sure, the old geezers have their experience, their beards, and their lofty reputations. 

But Fang Yuan? He has one thing they don’t: raw, unshakable power.

Born into a world where innate talent reigns supreme, Fang Yuan—a transmigrator armed with modern grit—actually managed the impossible: he clawed his way to the top with nothing but relentless hard work. 

While everyone else coasted on heavenly bloodlines and golden physiques, he trained, he studied, and he schemed.

Now, he’s strong enough to bend heaven’s will.

But cultivation isn’t all sword beams and glory. 

Life as a family head comes with its own set of woes—namely, watching his annoyingly handsome junior brother collect all the female attention like some kind of walking romance novel.

“This isn’t fair,” Fang Yuan mutters under his breath, stamping another scroll. “I’m the protagonist here... right?”

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Clan Building System: I'm not the Protagonist?!

Fang Yuan didn't respond. Outwardly, his expression remained unreadable.

Shameful? As if you both didn't just try to cripple me with that little sneak attack. Hypocrite.

But he kept the thought to himself. He said nothing.

He was going to let the old man dance to his own drama.

Gu Jian, at least, seemed to take the old man's comment to heart.

With a quiet sigh, he stepped back, hands folded behind him as he retreated to the edge of the bridge, moving in together with the crowd.

Signaling that the fight, at least for now would be one-on-one.

Fang Yuan's gaze dropped lazily to Gu Lanyue.

He offered a faint, mocking smile.

"Old man," he said, tone mild but laced with disdain, "Are you sure you can handle me alone? I don't mind facing the two of you alone. I don't want to accidentally hurt a 'senior' after all."

Nascent Fight. [2]