Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 3080: 3080: I Don't Even Know How to Describe It

Fury boiled within her, yet she had no option except to vigilantly monitor the Medicine Pot right before her. Should she fail to watch it closely and allow it to overcook, she might never recover her throat.

At this moment, nothing else mattered to her; she yearned only for her throat to mend swiftly. Only then could she exact her vengeance, rather than seething with rage like now, with no outlet in sight!

After what felt like an eternity, she at last finished brewing the Medicinal Liquid, sealed it in a bottle, and collapsed right there.

Exhaustion overwhelmed her completely; these recent days marked her toughest ordeal yet. The sole drive keeping her going was the hope of healing her throat.

With these thoughts, her eyes drifted shut gradually.

Once her eyes shut, Qian Yizheng, who had been leaning against a nearby tree in rest, snapped his eyes open and approached to stoke the fire, causing it to roar even brighter.

“Brother, are you awake?”

The sound roused An Yilu, who sat up while rubbing his head.

As they drew nearer to the Saintess Sect Main City, unease gnawed at him relentlessly. Every scene and sound on the path was utterly alien to him.

“Did I wake you?”

Qian Yizheng glanced back with a soft inquiry.

An Yilu shook his head at once, “No, I just can’t sleep.”

“What’s wrong?”

Qian Yizheng came over and settled beside him, inquiring.

“Endless days of travel wear us down; why can’t I sleep? Something troubling you?”

Along the way, demonic beasts ambushed them repeatedly, sparking multiple fierce clashes, leaving everyone drained.

Still, they had successfully dismissed that demonic beast that approached them on its own. It could have served as an excellent mount, yet they had entered territory patrolled by Saintess Sect disciples.

In order to evade notice from Saintess Sect disciples, they chose against retaining such a conspicuous demonic beast.

Through Little Nuonuo’s clever persuasion and the lure of Seven-Colored Lotus Seeds, they convinced the beast to depart, though whether it might come back remained unknown.

“The Saintess Sect disciples, each one… I don’t even know how to describe them.”

An Yilu pressed his lips together. Among the siblings, he once enjoyed the finest circumstances, blessed by the Emperor’s favor and academy teachings.

Yet when it came to practical worldly knowledge, he lagged far behind even An Yixing, who dwelled on the mountain with An Jiuyue.

Witnessing the tyrannical Saintess Sect disciples who viewed territory inhabitants as worthless ants, he burned to eradicate every single one of those pests.

But that proved impossible.

As his elder brother noted, their power levels were fixed, preventing reckless actions.

Indeed, should they possess their parents’ might, crushing the entire Saintess Sect would take mere effortless snaps, wouldn’t it? Thus, cultivation demanded their utmost focus.

“Seeing folks endure torment without intervening feels utterly powerless. I must redouble my cultivation efforts.”

Inwardly, he spurred himself on, vowing diligent practice to support his two brothers. Currently, he fell short of even Little Nuonuo.

Qian Yizheng heard him out and let out a light laugh, lifting a hand to tousle his third brother’s hair.

“You’re still young; cultivation isn’t about rushing ahead, take it steady, don’t fret too much, a solution will emerge.”