After transmigrating into the body of the Jade Rat Spirit, I became Nezha's adopted sister.

It was a baby who was about seven or eight months old. She was wearing a red bib, revealing her chubby, white arms and legs that looked like lotus roots.

At this moment, his eyes were darting around, one little hand was holding a corner of the Hun Tian Ling that his father had snatched from his mouth with disgust, and the other chubby little hand was reaching out towards a small Qiankun Ring model that was clearly not an ordinary item not far away.

Bai Yeying, with her long hair loose and wearing only a simple light blue robe, was trying to take the remains of the Hun Tian Ling back from the child's hands, while coaxing, "Yi'er, be good, you can't eat this, it's dirty... Come on, Mommy will get you a new one."

The little baby, called Yi'er, ignored her and even twisted her body in dissatisfaction because of her mother's obstruction. Her little mouth pouted, and tears were about to fall.

"Bai Changyi!" A clear voice came from the doorway.

Nezha narrowed his phoenix eyes, staring at the mess on the ground and the little thing in the middle trying to achieve its goal with a tearful attack.

His expression was less one of anger and more one of disbelief, as if he were thinking, "How could my illustrious reputation have fallen to this state?"

Hearing the sound, the child turned his head, his large, golden eyes meeting his father's fiery phoenix eyes.

Strangely, he grinned, not crying at all, but instead giggling. He even loosened his grip on the Universe Ring, opened his chubby little hands, and reached out towards Nezha, making indistinct syllables: "Father... Father..."

Nezha: "................."

The ice on his face cracked open.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bai Yeying rescued the Hun Tian Ling, casually cast a cleansing spell, and looked at the father and son staring at each other with a mixture of amusement and exasperation: "He's calling you."

She walked over and poked Nezha's stiff arm: "Aren't you going to go give him a hug?"

Nezha's lips twitched, his feet seemingly rooted to the spot. Should he go forward and hug that little brat? He'd just poisoned the Universe Ring with his saliva! And this place was practically a battlefield!

But those bright red eyes just stared at him longingly, her little hands outstretched.

"Troublesome." Nezha finally moved, taking three steps at a time, bending down, and lifting Bai Changyi from the center of the battlefield with one hand, suspending him in front of him.

Little An'an didn't feel offended at all. Instead, she excitedly kicked her legs because of the higher view and accurately grabbed a strand of Nezha's dark hair, pulling it hard.

"Hiss...!" Nezha gasped.

Bai Yeying finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing, collapsing onto the cloud carpet.

"You're still laughing!" Nezha was furious and embarrassed. He wanted to shove the little rascal into Bai Yeying's hands, but the little guy was gripping his hair tightly, and he didn't dare to really pry it off, afraid of hurting those soft little hands.

"Hehehe..." The instigator was still laughing, his crimson eyes curving into crescents, and sparks starting to fly from his mouth.

It was real sparks! Sparks sprayed out with his excited exhale, almost scorching Nezha's eyebrows.

Nezha: "!!!"

With lightning speed, he quickly made a hand seal with his free hand, and the water vapor covered the little guy's mouth, extinguishing the spark in its bud.

Nezha gritted his teeth: "Look at him! Breathing fire again! Last time he burned the brocade quilt, and the time before that he almost set your hair on fire! How many times has this happened now!"

After laughing enough, Bai Yeying got up and reached out to rescue her son from Nezha's grasp.

He casually freed Nezha's hair, then expertly bounced him in his arms and rubbed his soft cheeks: "Oh dear, our Yi'er is so gifted, just like his father, so hot-tempered."

"How can these be the same!" Nezha pointed to the red mark on his forehead, then to the occasional sparks flying from his son's mouth. "Mine is the true source of fire! His is purely out of control!"

"What can we do then?" Bai Yeying said helplessly. "Laojun said that his constitution is special and it is normal for his fire element to be unstable. We have to guide him slowly. He is so young, it would be strange if he could control it." As she spoke, she skillfully dodged her son's little mouth, which was trying to nibble at her collar again.

Nezha scratched his head in frustration, looking at the little guy who was a bit more well-behaved in his mother's arms, but whose little hands were still trying to grab her long hair at her temples. He felt a vein throbbing in his forehead.

He was never afraid of leading troops into battle or subduing demons.

But he was truly at a loss when faced with this soft, fire-breathing, incredibly destructive little thing that he couldn't hit or scold.

What unruly Third Prince, what the number one traitor in Heaven, all of them are defeated in front of their own son.

"No," Nezha suddenly stood up straight, his phoenix eyes filled with thought, "we can't go on like this."

"Hmm?" Bai Yeying looked up at him. "What do you want to do? Put him back in your belly?" she joked.

Nezha glared at her irritably: "Go find someone!"

"Who should I look for?"

"Find someone who's taken care of children!" Nezha's tone was resolute, even carrying a hint of suicidal recklessness. "I refuse to believe that in this vast Three Realms, no one can handle this little devil!"

Bai Yeying's eyes lit up: "That's right! We can learn from... oh no, I mean ask for advice! Ask experienced people for advice!"

Several names immediately flashed through her mind.

...............

So, half an hour later.

Sun Wukong somersaulted in by himself, carrying half a jar of celestial wine he had taken from Yaochi. His golden eyes swept across the scene in the hall, and he was particularly amused when he saw Bai Changyi, who was being held in Bai Yeying's arms and trying to grab her earring.

"Hahaha! Little mouse! Third Prince! You two are living quite a lively life!" He slammed the wine jar on the table, leaned close to Bai Changyi, and said, "Oh, little Nezha. Let this old Sun take a look!"

Bai Changyi wasn't shy at all. His large, bright red eyes looked at the monkey curiously, and he opened his mouth and said, "Pfft..."

A small string of sparks flew straight toward Sun Wukong's face.

Sun Wukong: "Hey!" He reacted extremely quickly, tilting his head to the side. A spark flew past his ear and hit a pillar behind him, leaving a few scorch marks.

"Good heavens!" Sun Wukong was not annoyed at all; on the contrary, he became even more excited, his golden eyes shining. "That's interesting! That firepower is powerful! Come on, show your uncle another one!"

Nezha: "................"

Bai Yeying: "Great Sage, I was hoping you could help me come up with a solution! Why are you encouraging him to breathe fire?!"

"Help? What's there to help with?" Sun Wukong scratched his head, looking completely matter-of-fact. "He's just a kid, full of energy. What's wrong with him breathing fire? When he's older, we'll teach him some staff techniques so he can vent his energy!"

Nezha sighed, "That's a problem for the future! The problem now is that he might set the house on fire at any time, or burn himself and others!"

"Burn?" Sun Wukong seemed to have heard a joke. "You, the ancestor of fire-playing, with maxed-out resistance, what are you afraid of? As for others... who would be so blind as to come near?"

Bai Yeying patiently explained, "Great Sage, not everyone is like us. What if he hurts a celestial servant, or what if we're not watching him one day and he runs away..."