Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

“I know.”

Xiang Qiyan’s gaze was deep, looking into the distance.

His own brother desperately wanted to kill him, as if he couldn’t wait to slice the flesh off his body piece by piece, yet the person who saved him was someone he had not known for long. How ironic.

“What do you plan to do after we return? Don’t worry, we will all help you,” Zhan Beiye asked him.

When this subject was brought up, Xiang Qiyan’s gaze became even more solemn.

What to do? Of course, he would not let Xiang Qifeng off. However, the first thing to do upon returning wasn’t to deal with Xiang Qifeng but another matter. Once that was settled, dealing with Xiang Qifeng would be like capturing something within easy reach.

“Ascend to the throne first,” he said profoundly.

Zhan Beiye: “…”

To ascend to the throne, what did that mean? Was he planning to overthrow the old emperor and seat himself on the throne?

“A coup d’etat?” he asked.

Hearing this, Xiang Qiyan glanced at him calmly.

“The Emperor has been hoping for me to succeed the throne for the past two years, but I was focused on Huayan Peak, thinking to delay it for a few more years. Who would have thought… it gave Xiang Qifeng hope.”

In the Feather Abyss Plane, the same rule applied to every kingdom: the worthy one would rule.

As long as you possessed the power and influence of an emperor, you could sit on the throne and become the ultimate ruler. He had the strength to do so two years ago.

“You really have some capability,” Zhan Beiye raised his eyebrows and said.

“Of course.”

Xiang Qiyan chuckled lightly, unreservedly accepting the praise.

“What’s there to be proud of? With all your capability, you were still nearly snapped away,” Zhan Beiye didn’t want him to get too pleased with himself and humphed coldly.

Upon hearing this, the smile on Xiang Qiyan’s face suddenly faded.

Could just anyone hurt him? Even if his cultivation level in the Feather Abyss Plane wasn’t up to the level of the strong, how did that matter when he had many powerful protectors by his side?

Even the Emperor couldn’t muster the strength to move against him.

He had simply been careless, that’s all.

“Never again…” he murmured.

He would never again be foolish enough to trust others, not even his own brother.

…

Inside the cabin, An Jiuyue was sleeping, while Qian Jiyun sat at the table, still communicating with the Dragon Soul within his own space. This process couldn’t be completed in a day or two; it had to be taken slowly.

Suddenly, An Jiuyue woke up from her sleep and propped herself up to look at Qian Jiyun.

“Jiyun.”

She called out softly.

“Hmm.”

Qian Jiyun responded immediately, abandoning the Dragon Soul mid-conversation.

“What’s the matter? Are you hungry, or do you want some water?” he asked gently.

“No.”

An Jiuyue shook her head and placed a hand on her head, scratching a little to wake herself up further.

“Twenty li ahead, there is a Sea Demonic Beast. We need to steer clear of it, directing our ship to the left and traveling the circumference of forty li around it. That way, we will definitely avoid the beast,” she said.

“Okay, get some more rest, I’ll go tell those outside,” Qian Jiyun replied, then after giving her instructions, he went out. Not far from the door stood two guards, whom he summoned over.

…

After more than half a month, they finally reached the coastal entrance.