The butler's expression turned ugly.
However, he was the Yan family's butler and was usually a calm person. When he saw that the situation was not good, his expression immediately changed.
"I was wrong to say that. I'm just a servant following orders. I hope you don't blame me for my previous rudeness. Since you don't want to listen to the master's order, then we'll simply walk over together. When the time comes, you can explain it to the master. Please come with us."
The butler bowed and made a gesture of invitation. He looked humble and respectful on the surface, but in fact, his words were like a knife.
He was implying that Yan Xi was disobeying the master.
Zi Huan stomped her feet in anger and glared at the butler.
"How can you just let it go like this? This good-for-nothing has not learned her lesson yet!" she whispered angrily.
The butler did not look at her. He scolded her internally instead.
Yan Xi glanced at Zi Huan with a faint smile.
Zi Huan's face stiffened. She remembered the pain of her hands being broken and froze.
Yan Xi slowly wiped her mouth and got up.
"Let's go," she said.
"Xixi!" Yan Chushi grabbed her hand anxiously.
The current head of the family, Yan Sheng, was Yan Xi's uncle. When Yan Xi's father, Yan Wufeng, was the head of the Yan family, Yan Sheng had always been resentful.
He felt that Yan Wufeng had snatched his position, and the resentment in his heart was very deep.
After Yan Wufeng's death, he became the head of the Yan family. The first thing he did was to announce that the Yan family and Yan Wufeng were no longer related, and he was taken off the family tree. If his father had not been there, he would have done the same to Yan Xi.
Yan Lan was Yan Sheng's daughter.
In the first half of his life, he had been overshadowed by his brother's outstanding talent in cultivation, and he had always been resentful.
His daughter had the rare talent of a Spirit Master. She had surpassed Yan Xi, who could not cultivate, by leaps and bounds. This made him very happy. Thus, he doted on Yan Lan.
Yan Sheng had never been a magnanimous person and was extremely narrow-minded. Now that Yan Lan had been hurt by Yan Xi… He was going to make Yan Xi pay.
Yan Xi patted Yan Chushi's hand, signaling him to let go.
"Xixi, I'll go with you," Yan Chushi tugged at her hand and whispered.
The butler glanced at them but did not care.
One more person would not change anything.
Even though Yan Chushi's father was still alive, Yan Wuya did not have much say in the Yan family. When Yan Xi met the master of the family, no matter how arrogant she was now, she would suffer!
* * *
In the Yan family manor's main hall, as soon as Yan Xi entered the door, she was greeted by a shout.
"Kneel down!"
A cup of boiling hot tea was thrown at her forehead!
Yan Xi's right hand grabbed Yan Chushi, and she used a secret technique to avoid the teacup.
Crack! The teacup broke into pieces on the ground, and the boiling hot tea was still steaming.
If such a force hit a person's forehead, they would be blinded.
The warmth in Yan Xi's eyes disappeared, and her cold, sharp gaze shot to the person sitting high above.
The person seated above was the current head of the Yan family, her uncle, Yan Sheng.
Near the seat of the family head, there were several seats arranged according to their ranks, where the elders of the Yan family sat.
At this moment, everyone's faces were filled with shock, and they stood rooted to the ground, so much so that the hall fell silent for a moment.
No one thought that Yan Xi would dare dodge! And what was more shocking was that Yan Xi had the ability to dodge!
After knowing that Yan Lan had been forced to kowtow five times by Yan Xi, and that her head was injured and her forehead was a bloody mess, Yan Sheng was so angry that he could not control himself.
Although Yan Sheng had not used his full strength in that attack, he had secretly used a trace of Profound Qi to smash Yan Xi's head and avenge his daughter.
Even a cultivator at the ninth level of the Body Tempering Realm would find it difficult to dodge an angry attack from a cultivator at the ninth level of the Great Mystic Realm. However, Yan Xi, that piece of trash, had actually dodged it just now!
"How dare you? Yan Xi! Kneel down and admit your mistake!" Yan Sheng was the first to recover from his shock. He smacked the table to his right with his palm, making a loud noise.
The table shattered.
Yan Xi's figure was straight and tall. Her dark, sharp eyes looked at Yan Sheng, who was sitting in the main seat.
Her eyes were dazzling and eye-catching, and her aura was actually on par with Yan Sheng's.
"You want me to admit my mistake? Then, may I ask what I did wrong, Master?"
Yan Sheng tightened his grip on the armrest, his veins popping out.
The unruly gaze of the young girl in the middle of the hall made him feel as if he had returned to his childhood self, where he was continuously overshadowed by his brother, Yan Wufeng.
"You still dare ask me what you did wrong?" Yan Sheng's gaze was as sharp as a blade, his eyes burning with anger. The thought of his daughter's bloodied face when she was sent back to the Yan family made him want to skin the piece of trash in front of him.
"Bring Lan up," Yan Sheng coldly ordered.
Soon, a maid came in with a pale-faced Yan Lan.
She had obviously treated her wound. Her head was wrapped in gauze, and her face was bruised and red. The moment she saw Yan Xi, her eyes were filled with hatred. If it were not for her wound, she would have stepped forward and torn her apart.
"Lan, did Yan Xi injure you?" Yan Sheng asked despite knowing the answer.
Recalling her experience, Yan Lan was so angry that her blood surged, and her face turned red.
In front of so many people, she was forced to kowtow to Yan Xi, that piece of trash. Even the Holy Son had seen it. How could she face others in the future?
If it were any other time, she would have made a scene and asked Yan Sheng to help her break Yan Xi's limbs. However, this was a family meeting, and she had to restrain herself a little.
Her eyes were gloomy as she gritted her teeth and said, "Yes! Everyone in the Holy Church Academy can testify that Yan Xi hit me!"
Yan Sheng's eagle-like eyes looked at Yan Xi. "Since the founding of the Yan family, the ancestors set the rule that all those who hurt each other will be severely punished! The Yan family rules state that the descendants of the Yan family are not allowed to hurt each other. In the Holy Church Academy, you injured your own cousin in front of everyone. Your methods were cruel and ruthless. There are witnesses and evidence, and you still want to quibble?"
Yan Xi sneered coldly, her eyes arrogant and proud like an eagle soaring in the sky. She looked up at Yan Sheng.
"What a good rule. How come I didn't know that the Yan family had such a rule?"
The third elder, who had always supported Yan Sheng, slammed the table and shouted, "Yan Xi! What do you mean by that? How dare you openly mock the family rules?"
Yan Xi raised her head. Her dark eyes were like two obsidians, absorbing all the light in the room. The corners of her mouth curved up, and her voice was full of contempt. "Am I wrong? Yan Lan instructed the nanny to disfigure me, pushed me into the icy river in winter, and gathered the disciples of the family's branch to beat me to death on the training grounds. I was seriously injured and lay in bed for half a month, unable to move. When had the family head ever upheld justice for these crimes? When had he ever stopped her? I thought that this was allowed by the family. Why was there suddenly a family rule that forbade family members from hurting each other? Don't tell me that this family rule is only for me."