Chapter 30: Ouyang Xiaofeng's Fury and Resentment

"Ouyang Xiaofeng! You are nothing but a trash spirit root; how dare you speak to Sister Chenxi like that!"

With an angry shout, a figure lunged out from beside Ouyang Xiaofeng—it was Ouyang Ming.

Ouyang Ming was the great-grandson of the Grand Elder. Though he had just turned fifteen, he already held significant prestige within the clan. This was not only due to his noble status but also because he had always been close to Ouyang Chenxi, frequently acting as her protector. Seeing Ouyang Xiaofeng dare to address his "Sister Chenxi" in such an unpleasant tone, Ouyang Ming could no longer suppress the fury in his heart.

"Trash spirit root!" These three simple words were like a razor-sharp dagger, plunging straight into Ouyang Xiaofeng's heart. Every time it was mentioned, it felt as if countless barbs were ravaging his spirit, piercing his already scarred soul over and over again. Yet, faced with this cruel reality, he had no choice but to endure it in silence.

Ouyang Xiaofeng clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms. Blood trickled down from his fingertips, but he seemed unaware of it, his eyes fixed ahead, filled with resentment and indignation.

Just then, a small, soft, and warm hand gently covered the back of his hand. Ouyang Xiaofeng was slightly startled. He instinctively lowered his gaze, and his eyes met the delicate, lovely face of his little sister.

She had come to his side at some point, reaching out to grasp his trembling, tightly clenched palm. In an instant, a surge of warmth flooded his heart. Ouyang Xiaofeng felt as if something had struck him hard, leaving him in unbearable pain. How could he have forgotten? The term "trash spirit root" likely hurt his sister far more than it hurt him. Looking into her clear, water-like eyes, which were filled with concern and worry, Ouyang Xiaofeng opened his mouth as if to say something, but the words caught in his throat. In the end, it only turned into a helpless sigh. His lips twitched, revealing an indescribably bitter smile. He inwardly regretted his moment of weakness in bringing his sister along.

At this moment, a piercing voice sounded: "In my opinion, birds of a feather flock together. You two siblings are truly the cream of the crop among failures; you belong together!"

The man who interrupted was full of disdain and mockery. His words seemed to imply an insult to the entire Ouyang clan, but everyone present knew clearly that he was just using this as a pretext, daring only to target these two pitiful siblings. After all, he wouldn't have the courage to openly insult the Ouyang clan, even if he had a hundred guts.

Just then, a crisp voice rang out: "That’s enough! So what if they can't cultivate? Does it concern you? You’d better mind your own business instead of gossiping here!"

The crowd was stunned, turning their heads to see who was bold enough to stand up for the siblings at such a time. However, when they saw the face of the newcomer, the rebukes they had prepared died in their throats. Standing before them was the renowned Second Miss of the Xia family!

She wore a pale blue dress, her figure graceful and her face breathtakingly beautiful, with an inherent air of nobility between her brows. The crowd looked at one another, no one daring to utter another word. This Second Miss of the Xia family was not someone to be trifled with; given their status and strength, they were no match for her.

An eerie silence fell over the scene. People were filled with confusion, unable to understand why this Second Miss, who had always been aloof and rarely associated with others, would suddenly step forward to defend these "trash" siblings of the Ouyang clan. Could there be some unknown secret behind it?

"Hurry up and test. I need to get home for dinner once this is over," the Second Miss said impatiently, her tone filled with disdain and contempt for Ouyang Xiaoyue and the others.