Bab 10: The Vengeful Little Boy
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Yan Xi's words were like a sharp blade, tearing apart their veil of shame and exposing their dirty deeds.
Yan Sheng, who was extremely petty and prideful, was the one who was humiliated the most. He had clearly done such shameful things, yet he still wanted to be seen as just.
"Yan Xi, you've hurt your own cousin and still refuse to admit your mistake. You've committed another crime!" Yan Sheng's eyes were filled with anger. When he thought about how he had been humiliated by Yan Xi in front of everyone, a murderous glint flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and shot a bolt of blue Profound Qi at Yan Xi.
Yan Xi was just a useless child who had shamed the Yan family since birth. She could not even compare to Yan Lan's little finger!
He might as well get rid of her today!
Feeling the danger, Yan Xi's muscles tensed up and she was about to rush out.
Suddenly, an invisible pressure was emitted, and the blue Profound Qi disappeared without a trace before it reached Yan Xi.
A majestic and cold voice rang out, so powerful that it seemed to shake the building. "What's going on? Who dares cause trouble in the Yan family manor?" Yan Sheng immediately stood up nervously. This pressure was much stronger than his, and as soon as it was released, everyone present was suppressed.
"You unfilial son! Don't you even recognize your father?" A furious roar rang out. In the next moment, Yan Sheng was slapped away by a palm, and an old man with white hair and a white beard appeared on the main seat.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, his eyebrows were raised, and his aura was intense.
"Old Master!"
The very next moment, the other elders stood up excitedly.
Yan Xi looked over in surprise. Was this her grandfather, the cultivator at the ninth level of the Mystical King Realm, Yan Zhongshan?
She did not have much of an impression of him.
Because of his fiendish appearance and his intimidating aura, the original owner of her body was very afraid of him when she was young and never dared get close to him.
After his son, Yan Wufeng, died, Yan Zhongshan announced that he was going into seclusion not long after.
The cultivation realms in this world were as follows: the Body Tempering Realm, the Mystical Learner Realm, the Mystical Master Realm, the Great Mystical Master Realm, the Mystical King Realm, the Mystical Grandmaster Realm, the Mystical Emperor Realm, the Mystical Supreme Realm, and finally, the Mystical Overlord Realm. Each realm was divided into nine levels.
The further one advanced, the more difficult cultivation became, and the gap between each level would increase exponentially. One's lifespan would also increase correspondingly. There were many cultivators who remained stuck in the Mystical Learner Realm for their entire life.
Reaching the Mystical King Realm was already a rare feat, and many people could not even dream of achieving that level of cultivation. Yan Zhongshan had been in seclusion for ten years, and Yan Sheng had always been in charge.
While Yan Xi was observing Yan Zhongshan, Yan Zhongshan was also observing her.
The young girl below the stage stood straight, and there was a threatening sharpness between her brows. She was as tough as a diamond. When she met his eyes, she did not avoid them and met his gaze. She was completely different from the little granddaughter in his memory who would cry the moment she saw him.
There was a hint of admiration in his eyes, but when Yan Zhongshan's gaze fell on the wound on the right side of her face, it froze.
He looked at Yan Sheng and became angry. "Yan Sheng, is what Yan Xi said true? I've given you the power to run the family, and this is how you've been running it?"
Yan Sheng's heart was already twisting. When did the old master come out of seclusion? Why did anyone not report this? Did he hear everything just now? How much did he hear?!
He had feared his father since he was young, and Yan Sheng was well aware that the old man's personality was overbearing and violent. He was extremely strong and could not tolerate even the slightest infraction!
"F-Father, that's all nonsense. Don't listen to her nonsense! You know that Yan Lan has been gentle, considerate, lively, and kind since she was young. How could she do those things? She's slandering me," Yan Sheng hurriedly said.
Gentle and considerate? Lively and kind?
Yan Xi raised her eyebrows. Was he talking about Yan Lan? It seemed that her uncle's ability to lie through his teeth was quite impressive.
Her gaze swept over Yan Zhongshan. He did not look like the grandfather she had imagined.
No matter how one looked at him, Yan Zhongshan did not seem like a coward who would immediately sever ties with his own son because he was afraid of a Mystical Emperor.
On the other side, Yan Zhongshan's eyes flashed with disappointment after hearing Yan Sheng's words.
This son of his had been a weakling all his life. He was narrow-minded and timid. He knew that Yan Sheng was secretly jealous of Yan Wufeng because of his position.
This son of his had always regarded Yan Wufeng as a thorn in his side, feeling that he had snatched away the power and status that belonged to him. He had originally thought that he would change when he became the family head, but he did not expect that he would not even let his own niece off.
"Nonsense?" Yan Zhongshan's voice was filled with anger. "Do you think I'm blind and can't see the scar on Yan Xi's face?"
The scar was obviously a burn caused by hot oil.
Yan Chushi timidly poked his head out from behind Yan Xi, his big eyes pure and harmless. "Grandpa, I can testify that Xixi did not lie. Back then, Yan Lan's nanny poured oil on Xixi, but Yan Lan did not let the doctor treat Xixi. She said that whoever dared help Xixi would be punished by Uncle Sheng."
Although Yan Chushi was only three years younger than Yan Xi, because of his unusual body, he looked like a harmless six-year-old. The child's non-aggression and his pure and harmless face added to the authenticity of his words.
"Yan Chushi, you're slandering me!" Yan Lan hurriedly screamed.
Yan Zhongshan's gaze instantly turned cold.
"Father, that was an accident. Yan Xi ran into the kitchen to play. Yan Lan's nanny did not notice her and accidentally spilled oil on her. After the incident, I punished the nanny. Because of that incident, Lan was so scared that she even had a high fever," Yan Sheng hurriedly explained.
Yan Chushi nodded, his big eyes shining. "Uncle Sheng did punish the nanny. I also heard that Yan Lan had been running a high fever for a few days."
Yan Sheng heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Yan Chushi in surprise.
However, before he could relax, Yan Chushi spoke again. "Uncle Sheng fined the nanny a month's salary and suspended her for two months. Moreover, Yan Lan had a fever for a week. All the doctors were called over, and no one cared to treat Xixi. But I saw Yan Lan secretly playing cards with someone. Can a person with a high fever still play cards?"
There was a trace of curiosity and doubt in his doe eyes.
He skillfully broke down each of Yan Sheng's words.
Yan Xi looked at the innocent Yan Chushi beside her, and a smile appeared in her eyes.
She did not expect the little boy to be so vengeful.
"Yan Chushi! What nonsense are you spouting?" Yan Lan was so angry that she ignored the pain in her head and rushed toward Yan Chushi.
Because of her talent as a Spirit Master, she had been held in high regard by everyone all her life. Today, she had suffered such a big grievance, but she had not said anything. Now that she was provoked again and again by Yan Chushi, how could she hold it in? She immediately went crazy.
Yan Chushi was the first to react. He pouted, and his eyes were covered with a layer of mist. He curled up and held his head with his hands. His body began to tremble in fear. "Yan Lan, I was wrong. Don't hit me."
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