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

"His fire element is pure, which is indeed suitable for weapon forging," Nezha said. "But how he chooses to proceed depends on him. It's too early to say anything now."

Bai Changyi couldn't understand what his parents were saying. He was only focused on playing with the newly acquired jade pendant. As he played, he started to ignite the flames, trying to make them resemble the patterns on the jade pendant.

Nezha looked at his son's serious profile, his eyes filled with pride.

As Bai Changyi grows up, his destructive power not only doesn't diminish, but intensifies. However, this destructive power is now manifested more in his innovative ways.

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That day, Bai Yeying was handling official business in Chengming Hall when she suddenly heard a loud noise from the backyard.

Startled, she quickly put down her pen and rushed over.

The once smooth ground in the backyard now had a shallow crater blasted into it. Standing beside the crater was Bai Changyi, covered in soot, but his little face was full of excitement: "Mom! I did it!"

Nezha also rushed over upon hearing the commotion. Seeing the scene before him, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "What are you up to now?"

Bai Changyi proudly held up a charred stone in his hand: "Dad, look! I've burned away all the impurities inside this stone!"

Nezha took the stone and examined it. Sure enough, although the exterior was charred black, the internal structure was much purer, indicating that it had indeed been initially purified with real fire.

"Who taught you to do this?" Nezha asked.

"I think that's what Dad did last time!" Bai Changyi said matter-of-factly, "but I didn't control the heat well, and it exploded."

Bai Yeying looked at the black and white marks on her son's face, feeling both amused and annoyed. She pulled him over and gave him a cleaning spell: "Next time you want to do something, tell your parents first, okay?"

"I understand." Bai Changyi nodded obediently, but his eyes were still fixed on the charred stone, as if he was trying to figure out what went wrong.

Nezha returned the stone to his son, unusually patient: "The timing must be gradual; it can't be rushed. I'll teach you tomorrow."

"Great!" Bai Changyi's eyes lit up.

Seeing the father and son start discussing the issue of controlling the heat again, Bai Yeying shook her head helplessly, turned around and went back to the palace to continue handling official business, but couldn't help but smile.

Life flows by amidst such chaotic yet heartwarming routines.

On Bai Changyi's third birthday, Yunlou Palace was exceptionally lively.

Not only Yang Jian and his sister, but also Sun Wukong came. Even Cui Luo and others from the distant Xiankong Mountain made a special trip to come, not to mention the immortals from all directions who came to offer their congratulations upon hearing the news.

The little guy was wearing a brand new outfit today, the red mark on his forehead was more obvious, and his bright red eyes shone, making him look like a miniature version of Nezha.

"Yi'er, come here, let Uncle give you a hug!" Sun Wukong was the first to come over.

Bai Changyi is no longer afraid of strangers and walked over confidently, only to be lifted up by Sun Wukong and spun around in the air.

"Hey! You've gotten quite a bit heavier!" Sun Wukong laughed. "I heard you can control fire now? Want to show your uncle?"

Bai Changyi landed firmly and stretched out his small hand. Flames ignited in his palm, quickly condensing into a lifelike little fire phoenix, ready to take flight.

"Good!" Sun Wukong exclaimed. "That's interesting! Even better than your father was back then!"

Nezha listened from the side and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Yang Chan smiled and handed over a brocade box: "Yi'er, your aunt made you a new dress. Do you like it?"

Bai Changyi opened the brocade box, inside which was a small silver-white robe embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns and lotus flowers. The stitches were fine and dense, showing that it had been carefully made.

"I love it! Thank you, Auntie!" The little one hugged the clothes, his eyes crinkling with laughter.

Yang Jian presented her with a set of writing implements, saying gently, "Yi'er, it's time for you to begin your studies. Reading and understanding principles are just as important as cultivating yourself."

Nezha nodded: "Second Brother is right."

Cui Luo and the others presented local specialties from Xiankong Mountain: spirit fruits, mountain delicacies, and handmade trinkets.

The banquet began, and the immortals sat around, toasting and exchanging drinks. Bai Changyi, held in Bai Yeying's arms, looked around curiously.

After a few rounds of drinks, Sun Wukong suddenly suggested, "Little Yi'er, how about offering your parents a cup of tea?"

Bai Yeying was taken aback, then understood. In the mortal realm, children do indeed have the custom of serving tea to their parents at the age of three when they begin their formal education.

She looked at Nezha, who nodded slightly.

The attendant quickly served tea. Bai Changyi seemed to understand, but following Bai Yeying's guidance, he picked up a cup of tea, walked to Nezha, and said in a childish voice, "Daddy, have some tea."

Nezha took the tea, drank it all in one gulp, and reached out to rub his son's head: "Good boy."

Bai Changyi handed another cup to Bai Yeying: "Mother, have some tea."

Bai Yeying took the tea: "Changyi is so good."

Upon seeing this, the immortals all raised their cups in celebration. The atmosphere inside the hall was warm and harmonious.

The banquet lasted until late at night. After seeing the guests off, Bai Yeying carried her sleeping son back to her bedroom and gently placed him on the bed.

Nezha stood by the bed, looking at his son's sleeping profile, and suddenly whispered, "Time flies."

Bai Yeying leaned on his shoulder: "Yes, in the blink of an eye, Changyi is already three years old."

"Laojun said that when he turns five, he can be formally taught the art of weapon forging," Nezha said. "By then, I should also teach him spear techniques."

Bai Yeying looked up at him: "You plan to have him inherit your mantle?"

"It's up to him to choose," Nezha said, holding her hand. "But there are some skills we should teach him. In this world, the more skills you have, the more you can protect yourself."

"You're right," she said softly, "but we'll stay with him no matter what."

"Mmm." Nezha put his arm around her shoulder. "Together."

The moonlight outside the window was like water, shining on the two people embracing and on the face of the sleeping child.

The road ahead is long, but with each other by our side, we have nothing to fear.

(End of extra)