Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

He suggested, “Master, why don’t you take this opportunity to sleep first? Perhaps they’ll find the reason by the time you wake up. Then your soul can leave too.”

An Jiuyue’s lips twitched again.

Why would she believe that? There were so many books. They would not be able to finish reading them in a matter of days or nights, would they?

Besides…

“You want me to sleep?” She looked at Wei Na and pointed at herself.

“Uh.” Wei Na choked and smiled sheepishly.

He had forgotten that a soul did not need to sleep. His master’s body was still unconscious, so she could be considered asleep too.

“Then sit down for a while. I’ll accompany you?”

As he spoke, he stole a glance at the scene outside. He reckoned they would not be able to finish reading it in a short time.

At the Yan residence…

Young Master Yan Bo had escaped and returned with his servants in a sorry state. He had probably experienced a life’s worth of humiliation.

‘You bunch of trash! Trash! You can’t even get rid of an outsider. What’s the point of me having you? I might as well throw you out to feed the demonic beasts.”

He was throwing a tantrum in his courtyard because he was embarrassed.

He would never show mercy to the people around him. If that poisonous whip hit anyone, it would cost them half their life.

Losing half their life was considered a lenient outcome.

Everyone in the Yan family knew that there was a frequent turnover of servants in the young master’s courtyard. When he was unhappy, he would often beat a few people to death.

No one would care if a few people died here. Besides, they were all servants of the Yan family. Killing them meant nothing to Yan Bo.

“Bo’er, what are you doing now? Do you have to ruin your reputation to be satisfied?”

An old man in his 50s hurried over when he heard the news. He was furious when he saw Yan Bo hitting the servants with a whip.

“Alright, alright, stop hitting them. Who provoked you again?

He snatched the whip from Yan Bo’s hand and tossed it aside.

“It’s all because of Qian Jiyun! Second Uncle, you don’t know this, but that damned thing has a tough life! I can’t kill him no matter what!”

Yan Bo was furious. He placed his hands on his hips and spoke indignantly.

“Qian Jiyun is back?” Second Uncle Yan was stunned.

Qian Jiyun would hardly spend more than a few months at Wulong Mountain each year.

Even so, his cultivation speed was faster than that of those who had been staying at Wulong Mountain all year.

“Did you provoke him again? Why won’t you be obedient? That person is not someone you can afford to offend. Even our entire Yan family can’t afford to offend him. Do you understand?”

He took a deep breath and wanted to smack Yan Bols head.

“What’s there to understand?”

Yan Bo was indignant. His expression was ferocious, and he was about to stomp his feet.

“He’s an outsider who has only been at Wulong Mountain for a few years. How can he be one of the successors of the Demon Heart and receive special treatment?”

He could not accept it. They were both geniuses, but how was he inferior to Qian Jiyun?

He was the last of the Demon Heart’s 10 successors. It did not matter if the others were ahead of him because they were formidable individuals he could not afford to provoke.

However, how could Qian Jiyun, who had only arrived at Wulong Mountain many years ago, be ranked higher than him?