Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 3176: Tired? Big Brother Will Carry You

Even when faced with distributing all available resources equally amongst everyone, a sense of unfairness persisted, with many still believing they deserved a larger share.

He cared little for their grumbling, thinking that mere words posed no threat. However, should anyone dare to make a move, he would not hesitate to retaliate. Fortunately, most individuals possessed a degree of self-awareness.

Ultimately, everyone was tasked with chopping down trees and digging holes within them to create water reservoirs.

With everyone contributing, a significant amount of time was saved. By this point, the members of the major clans who had pursued the elders had all made their return.

"Were they all eliminated?"

Qing Qiushi offered food and drinks to a few of the remaining Family Heads, inquiring about the outcome.

"All eliminated,"

one of the Family Heads replied, taking a sip of water while struggling to catch his breath.

Every single one of them met their end, leaving no survivors.

"Those elders became like weaklings, practically begging us to chop them down like ripe melons. Damn, it wasn't satisfying enough."

Typically, a fight between cultivators involved an extended, drawn-out battle. However, the members of the Saintess Sect were dispatched with astonishing ease this time, almost as if they were waiting to be felled, and even the elders met the same fate.

They had never experienced such a swift conclusion to a battle, leaving a lingering sense of discontent.

Yet, they reasoned that if the Saintess Sect's elders had been capable of a prolonged fight, they might have managed an escape. Therefore, it was better to feel unsatisfied than to witness their quarry slip away.

"If it weren't for the task of burying those bodies, we would have returned much sooner. My mouth is still full of sand," another Family Head grumbled bitterly.

In this desolate desert, any gust of wind inevitably resulted in a mouthful of stinging sand.

Earlier, he had inadvertently swallowed a mouthful of sand. With the limited water supply, he could only rinse his mouth once, leaving him feeling deeply aggrieved.

"Where is this water you mentioned? Take me there; I desperately need to wash my face."

"I'll accompany you as well."

Several Family Heads voiced their eagerness to reach the water source.

At this very moment, they suspected that a substantial amount of sand, perhaps ten pounds, could be shaken from their bodies, given how heavy their clothes felt.

"Excellent, we can replenish our water supply. I'll have someone guide you," Qing Qiushi said, clapping the closest Family Head on the shoulder before signaling a clan guard.

"Once this group has had adequate rest, we should commence our journey."

After the Family Heads and those needing water departed, he turned his attention to his Eldest Young Master.

"When the time comes, you should remain within the Qing Family's horse carriage and avoid disembarking. It's truly unbearable in this desert." Even he, an experienced warrior, felt coated in sand, let alone these Family Heads.

"Understood."

Min Yi nodded, having no intention of engaging with the returning group.

"Little Zheng, you and the others should head to the carriage first and get some rest. It's excessively hot, and Nuonuo's face is already sunburnt," he instructed, looking at Little Nuonuo and the rest.

"Alright."

Qian Yizheng complied without hesitation. Although they were traveling with the Qing Family's entourage, the Family Heads were preoccupied with their own arrangements and had paid them little attention. However, upon their return, there was no guarantee the Family Heads wouldn't focus their scrutiny on the children, especially since they were not members of the Qing Family. Questions would surely arise regarding their presence and their association with the Qing Family Head.

It was wiser to avoid unnecessary attention, making the carriage the most prudent option.

"Nuonuo, are you tired? Big brother will carry you,"

he said, squatting down. Without seeking the infant's consent, he gently lifted him up.

Little Nuonuo was indeed feeling a bit weary. His cultivation level was adequate, and he had fought with all his might, but the intense heat of the desert, with its soaring temperatures, was taking its toll.