Clan Building System: I'm not the Protagonist?!-Chapter 105- Bandits clearance.

Fang Yuan didn’t turn.

His voice, dry as ancient parchment and twice as brittle, sliced through her syrupy theatrics like a dull blade through silk.

"Moonflowers? Really?"

He shifted at last, just enough for his gaze to catch hers, flat, unreadable, and utterly unimpressed.

The weight of his deadpan stare landed like a silent slap. If his expression were a sword, it would be sheathed but the threat was unmistakable.

Lin Zhaoyue’s radiant smile held firm, but something behind her eyes flickered.

A tiny crack in the porcelain. Irritation?Embarrassment? Hurt? Whatever it was, it vanished behind renewed sugar.

She drifted a step closer, the scent of jasmine trailing in her wake like a noose of perfume.

"Husband," she purred, voice low, sultry, dangerously close. "I’m also a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator, you know."

Her chin tilted upward in a flawless show of pride, lashes fluttering with infuriating grace. "You have such a strong wife..."

She let the word linger, drawling it out like a velvet whip. "Why would you want other girls?"

Then, with whiplash speed, her demeanor fractured.

Her lips quivered. Eyes shimmered. Her voice trembled, catching with expertly timed fragility.

"Is it... is it because I said I’m okay as long as I’m the first wife?" She clutched at her chest, fingers trembling just enough to look real. "Husband... you’re going to break my fragile heart..."

The performance was flawless.

Tears, trembling, tenderness.

A masterpiece of vulnerability painted in weaponized femininity. But behind it all, her eyes watched. Waiting for a crack in his armor.

Fang Yuan blinked once, slowly.

His face didn’t change and he didn’t blink again.

"Did you get an answer back?" he asked flatly.

The transformation was immediate.

The trembling vanished. Tears dried mid-bloom. Her expression shifted, just barely but the mask of heartbreak fell away like shedding silk.

"The family has said yes." Her voice, now cool and precise, carried none of the fluttering affection from moments before.

Fang Yuan gave a single nod. "Good."

Silence fell again. The moon hung overhead like a watchful eye.

A gentle breeze stirred the wisteria, rustling petals down like falling sighs.

And then—

"...Thanks."

Soft and barely audible. But it slipped out before he could stop it.

It wasn’t rehearsed. Not calculated. Just... real. A splinter of honesty that bypassed the walls around him.

He stiffened almost immediately, jaw clenching as if to bite the word back.

But the damage was done.

Lin Zhaoyue froze.

Then her breath caught, visibly. Her shoulders rose, lips parting, eyes going wide.

For a moment, her entire body stilled, stunned by that single, fragile offering. And then—

She bloomed.

Not just a smile. A radiance. Her eyes lit like twin stars, lips curving in breathless astonishment.

Her hands clasped to her chest, and she swayed forward ever so slightly, as if the moment had unmoored her.

It wasn’t mere joy. It was rapture.

He thanked me... He needs me... He sees me.

In her eyes, that single word—thanks—was more intimate than any kiss.

Fang Yuan, meanwhile, regretted it already.

Lin Zhaoyue swayed, hands clasped over her heart as if cradling his single word—"thanks"—like a sacred relic.

The radiance pouring off her was almost physical, casting an unsettling, possessive glow over the moonlit garden.

When she finally spoke, her voice was a breathless hymn, trembling with devotion.

"Oh, Husband..." she exhaled, almost reverently. "This? This was nothing. The least I could ever do for you."

She took a dreamy half-step closer, intoxicated by the fleeting sincerity in his tone. "Truly! Just say the word. Name any task, any foe, any mountain you want crushed—"

Her eyes locked onto his, twin galaxies of manic love. "I am yours. Your sword. Your shield. Your devoted wife."

The last word dropped with the weight of an oath, velvet-wrapped and ironclad. "I live to serve your will, Husband. Anything you desire..."

Her voice softened. Her gaze dropped, for just a second to his lower abdomen, then darted back up with a blush so vivid it threatened to ignite her cheeks.

The next words burst out, earnest and completely deranged.

"...Even— even if you desire an heir! A strong child, born of our union, to carry your peerless legacy! I would be hono—"

"I’m gay."

Fang Yuan didn’t even blink as he said it. Just delivered the line flatly, like reporting the weather.

There was a beat of silence. Two heartbeats. Three.

Then—

"HAAA?!" Lin Zhaoyue recoiled like she’d been slapped by a thunder talisman.

Her hands flew up in cartoonish horror, eyes going wide enough to rival spirit beasts.

"Gay!? H-Husband... no... surely you jest...!"

She blinked rapidly, her voice pitching higher with each word. "Is... is this because I made the ’first wife’ joke again? I can stop! I can share! We can... We can negotiate terms!"

Fang Yuan said nothing. Just arched a brow.

She clutched her chest, visibly spiraling. "Or... or is it your way of resisting temptation?! Yes! Yes, it must be!"

She brightened again, eyes sparkling with renewed, deranged hope. "You’re testing me, aren’t you, Husband?! Ahhh~ so cunning, so cold! That’s why I love you!"

Fang Yuan turned away with a smile, her reaction was amusing to say the least.

Behind him, Lin Zhaoyue was muttering feverishly to herself. "It’s alright... I can fix this... maybe with the right dual-cultivation technique..."

As Fang Yuan walked away, the soft hum of spiritual energy danced at the edge of his perception.

A golden screen suddenly shimmered into view before his eyes, illuminating the night with its divine glow.

[Mission Complete: Eliminate the Bandits near Tushar Village]

Status: Completed

Party Involved: Fang Tian

Reward: +500 SP

He paused mid-step.

"Hmph," Fang Yuan murmured, eyes narrowing. "Its not even been a day yet... how productive of him."

But the screen didn’t vanish.

It flickered again and this time, more data unfurled in a radiant script.

[The villagers of Tushar have grown more faithful to the Fang Family after this incident.]

(+900 Faith Points)

His eyes sharpened as the screen pulsed once more.

[Elder Yin, who had been ostracized by the village for years, has finally received an apology. She is feeling content. (+2 faith point)]

Another name materialized below it.

[Fang Yin]

Realm: Mid-stage Qi Transformation

Root Quality: Black

Faith in Host: 91

Then came the final message, quiet but weighty, like the chime of a bell at midnight.

[Current Faith Point income per day: 1,100 FP]

The higher the faith your followers have in you, the more you gain passively.

Current Faith Point Total: 3,000.