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

"Then lock him up!" Sun Wukong waved his hand. "Make a barrier and let him do as much as he wants! He'll stop when he gets tired! I, Old Sun, was imprisoned under the Five Elements Mountain back then, and I..."

"We don't want to suppress him for five hundred years!" Nezha finally couldn't help but interrupt.

Sun Wukong was taken aback. He blinked, looked at Nezha, who looked utterly devastated, then at Bai Yeying, who was both amused and exasperated, and at Bai Changyi, who was now restless and trying to grab him again. He scratched his face and said, "Well... I, Old Sun, have no choice. Those little monkeys on my Flower Fruit Mountain are all free-range; they grow up by being roughed up and beaten."

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On this day, Yang Jian and Yang Chan arrived together. Yang Jian was dressed in a moon-white robe, looking handsome and composed, while his dog, Xiaotianquan, quietly followed at his feet.

Yang Chan was dressed in a light green dress, with a gentle smile, and was carrying a food box in her hand.

"Second Brother! Sister Yang Chan!" Bai Yeying rushed forward as if she had seen a savior, holding the child in her arms.

Yang Jian's gaze fell on Bai Changyi. Although his Heavenly Eye was not yet open, his keen perception had already moved him slightly: "His spiritual essence is naturally formed, yet it is fierce and untamed. He is indeed extraordinary."

Yang Chan reached out and gently took the little one from Bai Yeying's arms, not caring at all that his little hands might still be covered in drool: "Yi'er, do you still remember your aunt?"

Bai Changyi seemed to enjoy Yang Chan's gentle aura, obediently letting her hold him, even resting his little head on her shoulder, his crimson eyes curiously observing Yang Jian and the big dog beside him.

The celestial dog sniffed closer, making a whimpering sound in its throat, and its tail wagged slightly.

Bai Changyi's eyes lit up, and he immediately reached out his little hand towards the dog's head.

"Watch out!" Nezha cried out.

Yang Jian placed his hand on Xiaotianquan's head, stopping its overly enthusiastic licking. Nezha, on the other hand, nervously watched his son's little hand, afraid that he would breathe fire and scare the dog, or be choked by the dog's fur.

Yang Chan smiled and gently adjusted her holding position so that Bai Changyi's little hands could lightly touch Xiaotianquan's ears: "It's alright, Second Brother, Third Prince. Yi'er knows what he's doing, you see."

As expected, Bai Changyi merely touched the celestial hound's fluffy ears out of curiosity and did not do anything dangerous. The celestial hound was also very intelligent and remained motionless, allowing him to pet it.

The atmosphere inside the hall relaxed for a moment.

Yang Chan held Bai Changyi in her arms and gently patted his back. The little guy squinted his eyes comfortably and even yawned a little.

Yang Jian sat down on a chair to the side, his slender fingers tapping lightly on his knees, lost in thought.

"This child possesses an extremely pure fire element, yet it is mixed with characteristics of the demon race. In ordinary immortal embryos, spiritual power grows steadily as the mind develops, but his fire element seems to be part of his nature, innate and unrestricted by cultivation level."

Nezha frowned in thought: "So that's why it's out of control?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a burst of flame shot straight at Yang Jian's face with a "poof" sound!

Yang Jian sat upright in his chair, his expression unchanged, and with a wave of his hand, the fire was extinguished.

Bai Yeying exclaimed in surprise, then glared at her son with a mixture of amusement and exasperation: "Changyi."

Yang Chan shook her head helplessly, turned the little guy in her arms around, and tapped his little nose: "Naughty."

Bai Changyi seemed to realize he had done something wrong. He shrank his neck, blinked his big golden eyes, looked at Yang Jian, then at the helpless Bai Yeying and Yang Chan, and finally his gaze fell on his father. His little mouth twitched, and he showed a wronged expression that looked like he was about to cry.

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

He took a deep breath to suppress the urge to pick up the troublesome little thing and give it a good shake.

Looking at that pitiful little face, still a baby, Nezha couldn't hit or scold him, and reasoning with him was like talking to a brick wall. He felt frustrated and powerless.

Yang Jian remained calm. He put down his teacup and looked at Nezha: "It's alright."

After exchanging a few more words, Yang Jian and his sister took their leave.

After the guests left, the hall returned to silence. The little one had already fallen asleep on Bai Yeying's shoulder, her little face rosy, her eyelashes long and thick, looking extremely well-behaved, making it impossible to imagine her destructive power when awake.

Nezha walked to Bai Yeying's side, gently touched his son's soft cheek, and whispered, "Troublemaker."

Bai Yeying smiled and glanced at him sideways: "Whose troublemaker is he?"

Nezha didn't respond to that, but instead said, "Starting tomorrow, I'll teach him how to control this fire."

"Okay, but you'd better be careful not to scare him."

"Scared? Does he look like he could be scared?" Nezha felt a surge of anger when he thought of his son's innocent look as he breathed fire at Yang Jian.

That being said, starting the next day, Nezha adjusted his cultivation habits.

The martial arts arena in the backyard of Yunlou Palace has become a new teaching venue. Bai Yeying, holding Bai Changyi, sat on a soft cushion by the arena, with several durable toys in front of her.

Nezha stood in the center of the field, holding his Fire-Tipped Spear. He did not immediately begin practicing advanced spear techniques or manipulating real fire, but instead started with the most basic fire control.

He opened his palm, and a cluster of crimson-gold flames ignited in it. The flames leaped and danced, sometimes stretching into threads, sometimes gathering into a ball, sometimes transforming into a small lotus flower, and sometimes turning into a small bird about to take flight.

Bai Changyi initially watched with curiosity, his large, crimson-gold eyes following the changing shape of the flames.

When Nezha released the firebird, which flew low around the mother and child, the little guy excitedly cried out "Ah ah" and stretched out his chubby little hand to try to catch it.

With a thought, Nezha deftly dodged his small hand and landed above his outstretched palm.

Bai Changyi was stunned. He looked at the beautiful little firebird above his palm, then looked up at Nezha, his mouth forming an "O" shape.

"Fire, it can be done like this," Nezha said gently.

He controlled the firebird, letting it descend slowly, and it quietly dissipated before touching Bai Changyi's palm, leaving only a warm feeling.

Bai Changyi looked at his empty palms, then at Nezha, his eyes filled with curiosity.

In the days that followed, Nezha taught him how to control the flames. Bai Changyi watched with great interest each time and began to learn how to control the flames as his father had taught him.

On this day, Nezha was demonstrating how to use real fire to remove impurities from a piece of ore without harming its body in the slightest.

Bai Changyi watched intently, sitting up straight with his bright red eyes unblinking.

Just then, he suddenly stretched out his chubby little hand, blew a little breath at a half-eaten fairy fruit pit in front of him, and the airflow stirred the fuzz on the surface of the pit.

Nezha and Bai Yeying were both startled, their gazes falling directly on their son.

Bai Changyi seemed somewhat surprised by his achievement. He looked down at the fruit pit, then at his little hands, and then looked up at Nezha and Bai Yeying, grinning with his toothless little mouth and revealing a smug smile.