The girl's bright eyes gradually turned gray before they finally became dull and lifeless.
"What is this? The rat seems to be upset! She's disgusting and ugly. Yet she still wanted to touch His Highness with her dirty hands."
The scornful laughter from all around drowned the girl.
"She's a disfigured good-for-nothing who still has the title of the Holy Son's fiancée. If I were her, I would have been so ashamed that I would have broken off the engagement years ago!"
"Yan Lan, quickly teach your delusional dog a lesson!"
Yan Xi's consciousness sank into darkness, and her life flashed before her eyes.
In the first half of her life, her father was the head of a small family in a third-world country. Although she could not cultivate, she was loved by her parents.
The latter half of her life was hellish. Her parents, who had loved her dearly, had gone out to train in a foreign land. It was rumored that they had stolen the treasure of an expert and were beaten to death. They had died in a foreign land, and even their bodies were not sent back.
His father, who was once loved by the people, became a 'thief' who was beaten to death for 'stealing', and was a pillar of shame in the family. She, the daughter of the family head who had no cultivation at all, had also become the shame of the family and was despised by everyone.
Isolated by everyone, little Yan Xi, who was young and afraid of loneliness, often crawled out quietly from the dog's door in the back of the yard. She would go to a dilapidated courtyard to find a young boy who was also despised by his family.
He was even more miserable than her. When her parents were still alive, they still lived a normal life. However, he had been thrown into the courtyard before he could understand anything. Only an old servant had been left to keep him alive like livestock.
He, who was the same age as her, did not know how to communicate with others and did not know how to take care of himself. He only knew how to live according to his instinct and survive tenaciously like a beast. His only source of food was scraps thrown at him by the servants who occasionally passed by.
She had seen the disciples of his family throw stones at him and tease him. He did not have a name and was the seventh child, and those who teased him called him Yun Qi.
She shared her limited food with him, quietly taught him how to speak, washed his face, helped him bandage the wounds caused by his family, and did her best to protect him.
Yun Qi, who had learned how to speak, did not like to talk. However, he would say with a serious face and a clumsy accent that he would protect her for the rest of her life.
But later, the boy who promised to protect her in the future disappeared from that dilapidated little courtyard.
When they met again, he had already become the high and mighty Holy Son of the Cloud Top Heavenly Palace.
And she was a useless, mute, and ugly young woman.
At the same time, she found out that the seventh son of the Yun family, with whom she had been engaged since she was young, was Yun Qi.
With excitement, she carefully approached her childhood companion, who was now her fiancé but was repeatedly shunned cruelly. Everyone said that she was not worthy of him, but she always believed that he was still the Yun Qi She had known when she was young.
As long as she explained who she was, they would be able to go back to the past. Although he still looked at her coldly every time she tried to explain her identity to him, she had never given up. She believed that he would believe her one day.
Some time ago, she had received a cold jade pendant from 'His Highness the Holy Son' and thought that he finally believed her words. She had been so excited that she could not sleep for a few days. Every day, she had been carving a piece of jade to give him in return.
However, she had never expected to be tormented like this.
Everyone had accused her of stealing.
She had beaten her half to death in front of him, but in the end, not only did her fiancé, who had been engaged to her for several years, not protect her, he did not even bother to listen to her explanation!
"You're just a thief, you brought this upon yourself!" His cold voice was like a sharp knife cutting through her chest, ripping her heart out.
Her body twitched uncontrollably, and a crystalline tear rolled down her cheek.
Yan Xi's consciousness was wavering.
As her tears fell, her original obsession with Yun Qi and her attachment to the past all disappeared.
Yan Xi felt a dull pain in her bones and heard a buzzing sound in her ears.
"Yan Xi, did you see that? You cried so sadly, but in his eyes, you're not even a dog!"
"You're as cheap as your dirty father! You want to marry the Holy Son? In your dreams!"
"Stop fighting!" a young child's voice cried out. "Don't fight! Don't hit Xixi, she will die! Aaah!"
Yan Xi frowned. She wanted to move her body, but suddenly, the dull pain from the beating disappeared.
"Get lost! Fat pig! If you stop me again, I'll whip you as well! Rest assured, Yan Chushi, you're next!"
Yan Chushi stood in front of Yan Xi, his face pale from fear and pain. Beads of sweat rolled down his face and his lips turned purple, but he did not move away. "No... Don't hurt her anymore."
His whimpering was like an electric current, flowing through Yan Xi's heart in an instant, and her motionless body finally felt it.
Yan Lan looked at the figure standing in front of Yan Xi and thought of what he had said to her in front of Yun Yuhan. She felt hatred in her heart and took up a steel whip covered with thorns and swung it at his back!
"Yan Chushi, since you're so eager to die, I'll fulfill your wish! Go to hell with this piece of trash!"
The steel whip made a whistling sound, and the spikes on it were sharp and cold. If they were deeply hooked into the flesh, a large piece of flesh would tear off.
Yan Chushi clenched his teeth, his face trembling. He closed his eyes in fear, but he stood in front of Yan Xi in a protective manner and did not leave.
Suddenly, there was a loud explosion!
"Stop!"
A thin hand pressed on Yan Lan's wrist without warning, and the steel whip stopped.
Yan Lan looked over and saw a pair of eyes as dark as ink.
Yan Lan stopped in her tracks.
Yan Chushi, who had been prepared to be beaten, found that the pain had not come. He opened his eyes in surprise and realized that the person he had been protecting had appeared beside Yan Lan.
His round eyes suddenly widened.
Did… Did Yan Xi speak?
Yan Lan was also startled by this.
However, she quickly reacted. Her heart was filled with anger from being touched by Yan Xi. Under everyone's watchful eyes, she was actually stopped by a piece of trash. It was embarrassing!
The embarrassed Yan Lan raised a hand to slap Yan Xi's face. "Ugly beast, let go of me—"
A crisp sound rang out!
Yan Lan covered her face in disbelief. The burning pain on her face kept reminding her what had just happened.
Did that piece of trash, Yan Xi, just slap her?
While she was in a daze, a pair of eyes as cold as black jade stared straight at her. They were deep and dark, like a bottomless abyss.
On the ugly face that she knew so well was a faint smile that was unfamiliar. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and her hoarse voice was like the whisper of a demon
"I remember you said that you want me to kneel and kowtow three times to you as an apology?"
"You... You..." Looking at Yan Xi, who seemed to have been reborn as a different person, Yan Lan was so shocked that she could not speak.
"Three times is not enough. Why don't we double it?" Ignoring her shock, Yan Xi's black eyes were shining, and her tone was casual.
However, her actions were ruthless!
She moved her feet, her figure like a shadow, and quickly grabbed Yan Lan with one hand.
A loud bang was heard. The girl in yellow, who was still acting arrogantly just a moment ago, was ruthlessly thrown to the ground, causing dust to fly in all directions.
Before Yan Lan could recover from the pain, a hand grabbed her head and smashed it to the ground. A cold voice rang in her ears.
"One."
Bang!
Dust flew everywhere.
Everyone looked at the young girl on the stage in disbelief.
Was she really the weak and useless Yan Xi who anyone could step on?
Duanmu Rou's expression changed. She hurriedly stepped forward to stop her. "Yan Xi, Lan is your cousin. How could you do this to her?"
Yan Xi did not even pay attention to her, and her eyes glanced at her like she was a worthless insect.
She grabbed the back of Yan Lan's head with her right hand and smashed it down again.
"Two."
Bang!
With a heavy thud, Yan Lan saw stars. She clenched her fingers and struggled to stand up. Her sharp scream almost pierced her eardrums. "You b*tch! Stop!"
A hint of ruthlessness flashed across Duanmu Rou's eyes after she was humiliated. Her originally gentle voice now had a hint of ice. "Yan Xi! Stop!"
Yan Xi turned a blind eye to it, and her thin fingers pressed down.
Bang!
"Three."
Blood splattered all over, but Yan Lan's body as a cultivator prevented her from fainting. The humiliation and pain caused her to cry. She begged Duanmu Rou for help, "Rou! Save me! Save me!"
Yan Xi smiled coldly and pressed her hand down again.
At this moment, Duanmu Rou raised her hand and a water arrow rushed toward Yan Xi!
A series of exclamations rang out around them!
"She's a spirit master! She's a water spirit master! Duanmu Rou is already able to condense water-type spiritual energy!"
In the continent of Tianqi, martial arts were respected. Profound cultivators cultivated profound Qi, while spirit masters cultivated spirit Qi. Spirit masters were even rarer than profound cultivators. They were revered and the envy of everyone.
Yan Xi looked up and saw the water arrow coming straight at her.