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

Chapter 432: Zhao Mei and her obsession.

Meanwhile, in the Upper Realm, the entire Eastern Continent was in turmoil.The battle between Zhao Lusi and Qin Shi Huang could no longer be concealed.

For weeks, rumors had spread across countless sects and kingdoms.

Mountains had vanished, rivers had changed course.

Entire regions had witnessed different phenomena.

Sooner or later, someone was bound to investigate.

And unfortunately for the Flying Crane Sect, Zhao Lusi belonged to them.

As a result, envoys from all corners of the continent had gathered.

They demanded answers, explanations and compensation.

At that moment, inside one of the Flying Crane Sect’s private hall.

Zhao Mei released a long sigh after finishing yet another daily quest.

"Hah..."

She stretched lazily.

"What is that sister of mine doing?"

Her expression became disgruntled.

"If you’re a sister, shouldn’t you be beside me discussing potential husbands?"

She paused for a while before sighing in dissapointment once more,

"Argh. Why aren’t there any beastmen around here?"

After a few moments of dissapointment, Zhao Mei regained her usual elegant demeanor.

She rose from her seat and walked toward the throne room, she had already been notified two hours ago that the envoy had arrived for her.

Moments late, the door to the throne room opened and the instant Zhao Mei stepped inside, every envoy present stiffened.

A terrifying chill crawled down their spines.

It felt as though death itself had suddenly appeared behind them.

The sensation was bizarre, no matter how they shifted their posture or how they circulated their spiritual energy.

The feeling remained, as though a blade rested against their necks.

Ready to fall at any moment.

Several envoys immediately broke into cold sweat.

Even the strongest among them who was at the earth immortal found breathing difficult.

Yet Zhao Mei seemed completely unaware of their plight as she calmly walked toward the throne.

The sound of her footsteps echoed throughout the hall before she sat down.

Crossing one leg over the other, she casually glanced across the gathered crowd.

Her first words stunned everyone.

"Did you bring gifts?"

"....."

"....."

The elders of the Flying Crane Sect nearly choked.

Their eyes widened in disbelief.

These people had clearly come to complain and to pressure them. Why would they bring gifts if they came to claim gifts?

Yet the first thing their Sect Master asked was whether they brought gifts.

If this wasn’t provocation, they genuinely didn’t know what was.

Meanwhile, the envoys looked at one another.

Then, to the sect elder’s surprise, they all stood up one after another.

"I am Elder Wu of the Azure Mountain Sect."

He immediately produced a jade box.

"As a token of friendship, please accept this Thousand-Year Spirit Ginseng."

The Flying Crane elders blinked, before they could react another envoy stood.

"I represent the Nine Rivers Pavilion."

He produced a storage ring.

"Our sect offers ten thousand spirit stones."

Then another.

And another.

One by one, the envoys introduced themselves and presented gifts.

The complaints they had prepared, the accusations they intended to make and the demands they planned to raise, none of that were mentioned.

Not a single person dared mention about Zhao Lusi.

Not while that invisible sensation of death continued lingering around their necks.

At the head of the hall, Zhao Mei accepted the gifts with increasing satisfaction.

What polite people.

Perhaps the Eastern Continent wasn’t so bad after all.

Behind her, the Flying Crane Sect elders stared at the scene in utter confusion.

None of them understood what had just happened.

Only the envoys knew.

And none of them intended to say a word.

"You’re all so kind."

Finally Zhao Mei spoke out when the last of them had given their sects gift, she looked genuinely delighted.

The gifts piled beside her throne had already reached knee height.

Spirit herbs, rare ores, pill recipes, they were all, no doubt treasures.

And best of all... they were free!

As someone who had once lived in the modern world, Zhao Mei firmly believed in one universal truth.

Nobody disliked free gifts.

Her smile became noticeably brighter.

"Tell me."

She leaned forward slightly.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

The hall became silent.

The envoys immediately felt their scalps go numb.

A chill ran down their backs.

Nobody believed that smile was born from happiness.

Nobody.

After all, the terrifying feeling around their necks still hadn’t disappeared.

In fact, it seemed even sharper than before.

Several envoys swallowed nervously.

Anything she can do for us?

The question echoed in their minds.

Then another thought surfaced.

Our gifts weren’t enough.

The realization struck them like lightning.

Of course.

How could a few spirit herbs and treasures be worth their own lives

She was giving them a chance.

A chance to save themselves.

Immediately, another envoy stood up.

"I-I have another gift!"

A storage ring appeared in his hand.

"Five thousand year spirit jade!"

Zhao Mei’s eyes brightened.

"Oh?"

Another elder stood up.

"Our sect offers a Heavenly Grade Spirit Spring!"

"Oh?"

The smile on Zhao Mei’s face widened.

The envoys nearly fainted.

The smile got bigger.

That meant they were on the right track.

More.

She wanted more.

One after another, they stood up.

"I have a Star Iron Mine deed!"

The gifts began appearing faster and faster.

Meanwhile, Zhao Mei was becoming increasingly happy.

These people were wonderful.

Extremely wonderful.

Why couldn’t everyone be this reasonable?

Perhaps the Upper Realm wasn’t such a terrible place after all.

Lastly, an elderly envoy suddenly stood up.

His expression was conflicted but he still gritted his teeth and produced a jade scroll.

"This..."

His voice trembled slightly.

"Is a Beast Taming Technique."

Zhao Mei’s interest instantly rose.

"It’s a technique that allows beasts to assume human forms once you learned it."

"..."

The hall fell into complete silence.

The envoys stared at the jade scroll in disbelief.

A beast taking human form?

To cultivators of their level, such a thing was hardly rare. Spirit beasts that reached a sufficient realm could transform.

Some bloodlines could even do so naturally.

Compared to the treasures others had presented, it seemed almost worthless.

But Zhao Mei froze in place before slowly blinking.

Human forms? Isn’t that beastmen?

The jade scroll disappeared and in an instant it was already in Zhao Mei’s hands.

Zhao Mei suddenly looked up and smiled.

"Thank you."

The elderly envoy nearly thought he had misheard.

The next moment, Zhao Mei stepped down from the sect master’s seat.

Until she stood directly before him.

"The Flying Crane Sect will not forget this. I’ll make sure to repay you."

The old man’s pupils contracted.

Behind him, the other envoys looked as though they had just witnessed a miracle.

Because at that exact moment, the suffocating sense of death that had been hanging over the entire hall disappeared.

Like a mountain being lifted from their shoulders.

Many nearly lost strength in their legs.

Not daring to waste this opportunity, the other envoys immediately stepped forward.

"Senior Zhao Mei is truly generous!"

"Our sect also hopes to maintain friendly relations with the Flying Crane Sect!"

"If Senior ever requires assistance, our doors will always be open!"

"The gift was merely a token of our sincerity!"

One after another, they hurriedly voiced every polite and respectful phrase they could think of.

None of them wished to remain even a second longer than necessary.

After exchanging farewells, the envoys practically fled from the hall.