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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?!

He charged in with a confident burst of speed, his qi flaring gold-red behind him like trailing embers.

His fingers curved into a clawed strike, energy rippling down his arm as he launched a sweeping blow toward Fang Yang's midsection.

The force behind it distorted the air, accompanied by a faint roar like an awakening beast.

He drew his sword in a single, smooth motion.

"Tyrant Light Sword—First Strike: Divine Line!"

A piercing beam of light exploded from his blade, shooting forward like a gleaming spear.

The two attacks collided with a shockwave that cracked the marble beneath their feet and sent a gust of wind howling through the arena.

The crowd gasped as both fighters were pushed back from the rebound, their feet skidding across the platform.

Tournament [4]