She shook her head forcefully, her expression lost in memories, which deeply worried Yan Wuhan.
“Xin’er…” Raising his eyes, he met her lifeless, icy gaze. Even though he knew Xin’er’s anger wasn’t directed at him, Yan Wuhan couldn’t help but feel a chill in his heart.
“Xun’er, you…” Yan Heng never expected that Yan Xun would actually strike.
At this moment, Yan Beifeng felt an inexplicable panic in his heart. He glanced at his son, subtly pulling him back, intending to slip away quietly. As for the fact that he had just struck Yan Wuhan, he acted as if it had never happened.
Not only the father and son, but even the members of the Yan family turned their heads away, pretending as if nothing had just occurred.
Yet at this moment, Yan Wuxin’s voice softly emerged, like a vengeful ghost from hell, cold and terrifying.
“You hurt my brother. You deserve to die.” She raised her eyes, her dark, round pupils reflecting in everyone’s gaze—lifeless, profound. Even Yan Heng, who had witnessed scenes of slaughter, had never seen such a frightening look.
Her eyes seemed capable of piercing through everything; wherever they fell, no living thing remained.
For a moment, everyone felt a surge of fear, a chill rising from the soles of their feet, penetrating deep into their souls.
Kill him, kill him.
A cold, bloodthirsty voice echoed in her mind. Before anyone could react, Yan Wuxin, now holding a dagger, pressed its sharp edge against Yan Xun’s throat.
With a slight movement of her hand, the sharp blade pierced Yan Xun’s neck, and bright red blood flowed freely.
“Xin’er.”
“Xun’er.”
“Yan Wuxin, if you dare kill Xun’er, I’ll take your wretched life.”
Dare?
Not dare?
Yan Wuxin did not speak. The corners of her lips lifted slightly, revealing a chilling smile, like that of the King of Hell. Her dagger pressed deeper, and the blood flowing from Yan Xun’s neck increased.
“Grandfather, Father, save me, save me! She… she’s gone mad.” For the first time, Yan Xun felt death was so close. Terrified, he cried out for help.
“Beast!” Yan Xun’s words jolted Yan Heng awake. He wanted to intervene, but seeing Yan Wuxin’s dagger press even deeper, he knew that if she moved again, Yan Xun would surely die.
Instantly, Yan Heng dared not act. “Beast, what do you want?”
Yan Wuxin swept a glance over the members of the Yan family, her expression like that of the God of Death, sending shivers down their spines.
“Xin’er, don’t be impulsive. Brother… brother is fine. Quickly, put down the dagger.”
“Xin’er, be good. Put down the dagger.” Yan Wuhan and his father felt their hearts leap into their throats.
They knew Xin’er was enraged because he had been injured, but if she killed Yan Xun today, she would surely face disaster. He and his father… were already useless, incapable of protecting their sister and helping her escape.
She glanced indifferently at the dagger in her hand, then at her anxious and worried father and brother. Lowering her head, she parted her lips slightly.
“I can spare your life today, but…”
Her eyes brimmed with killing intent. Under the stunned gazes of everyone, her hand struck swiftly at the crown of Yan Xun’s head. In an instant, Yan Xun collapsed to the ground in agony, blood continuously trickling from the corner of his mouth.
No, he couldn’t become useless, he couldn’t…
“Xun’er, you little beast, how dare you…” Seeing his son fall to the ground, Yan Beifeng’s eyes blazed with overwhelming killing intent. Like a whirlwind, he lunged toward Yan Wuxin.
‘Sister, dodge quickly!’
“Yue’er.”
The speed was extremely fast, with only a loud crash heard before Yan Wuxin’s body was suddenly sent flying.
As she fell to the ground, Yan Wuxin felt as if her internal organs were about to burst apart. Pain swept through her entire body, causing her to frown and curl up.
Yan Nantian’s expression suddenly changed drastically. He rushed to Yan Wuxin’s side and held her in his arms.
Blood spilled from her mouth and nose, blurring Yan Wuxin’s vision as she looked toward the newcomer. She tried to shake her head and speak, but more blood gushed from her mouth.
“Xin’er, don’t be afraid. Father will take you away. You mustn’t… Father will take you to find a doctor.” Yan Nantian’s heart felt as if it were being tightly squeezed, almost suffocating him.
“Scoundrel! She destroyed Xun’er’s Linggen. If you dare take her away, from today onward, you will be expelled from Yan Jia and have no further ties to the family.”
Holding Yan Wuxin, Yan Nantian paused at his father’s words. He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, his face filled with a sense of relief.
“Yan Jia… I never cared for it.”
A home filled with cold mockery, family humiliation, and abuse from servants held no meaning for him.
As the father and his two daughters left, Yan Heng frowned. Yan Beifeng’s gaze lingered on the three figures that had long disappeared. The hatred of having his Linggen destroyed today would not be quelled without revenge.
The Spirit Testing Assembly came to a halt because of Yan Wuxin and her family. Although the four great families knew that Yan Jia had its secrets, witnessing today’s events overturned their perceptions.
The word “hypocrisy” became the subject of whispered gossip about Yan Jia among the people.
Yan Wuxin closed her eyes, her consciousness gradually fading until she fell into a deep slumber.
Yan Wuhan and his father repeatedly pounded on the doors of medical clinics, but Yan Beifeng had intervened, ensuring no clinic dared to open its doors. Yan Nantian smiled bitterly and could only take his daughter and son away.
“Father, look at Xin’er.” In the dilapidated temple, Yan Wuhan was shocked to see Yan Wuxin’s originally pale and bloodless face gradually turning rosy.
“This… what’s happening?” Yan Nantian widened his eyes in disbelief.
Yan Wuxin’s face was flushed, as if she were merely asleep. Strangely, however, she showed no signs of waking, remaining in a deep, tranquil slumber.
“Watch over Xin’er. I’ll see if I can find some medicinal herbs.”
“Alright.”
Reluctantly glancing at Yan Wuxin, Yan Nantian quickly left. Yan Wuhan clutched his chest, coughing up a mouthful of blood. Although Yan Xun’s Huanli earlier hadn’t been enough to take his life, he could clearly feel his internal organs shattering.
At that moment, a Danyao swiftly flew into Yan Wuhan’s mouth, dissolving rapidly before he could react.
“Who… who are you?” A figure in red flashed past, standing before Yan Wuxin. Yan Wuhan stared warily.
“Don’t worry, my master means no harm,” a man in blue robes said calmly.
Despite this, Yan Wuhan dared not let his guard down. His keen intuition told him that the masked man before him was no ordinary person. Even without murderous intent, he couldn’t allow anyone to touch his sister.
“Who are you people?”
“Rest assured. Although Miss Yan is severely injured, her bone structure is extraordinary. She will wake before long.”
…
Yan Wuxin felt her body continuously falling, just as she had when she was abandoned for the second time by that couple. Pain and despair enveloped her.
In a daze, she seemed to see a figure clad in crimson, a silver-haired man reaching out his hand toward her. She desperately wanted to grasp that fair, slender hand, yet no matter how hard she tried, she simply could not reach it.