Qi Zhiheng interrupted the joyful atmosphere between father and son, asking, "Who put these scraps of paper on the ground?"

The three children kept their mouths tightly shut, their eyes darting around, and none of them uttered a sound.

Qi Zhiheng looked at the three timid children in front of him and softened his tone a little: "What's wrong? Don't you want to play with me?" He didn't want to let these children think he would punish them and run away.

Seeing that Qi Zhiheng had no intention of punishing them, Erbao looked at his older brother and then at his younger brother, before finally scratching the back of his head and stepping forward to admit that he had done it.

Under Qi Zhiheng's guidance, Erbao also used his ability. Wind blades swept towards the paper scraps on the ground under Erbao's control, blowing up the already fine paper scraps. After being attacked by the wind blades, the paper scraps became even finer.

Qi Zhiheng and Yang Yitian opened their mouths slightly. They originally thought that the two treasures that had entered their bodies could actually control the wind blades. This was not a spell, but seemed to be the instinct of the wind spirit body!

The wind blades weren't very powerful; they didn't cause any damage to Qi Zhiheng, their force only enough to shred the paper scraps. If they were used magic, the damage would likely be greater.

Qi Zhiheng finally understood where all the scraps of paper on the ground came from.

Fortunately, the damage this time wasn't too great, but it's unknown whether he'll go out and cause trouble again when he's not paying attention.

Qi Zhiheng wanted to learn from Yang Zhen. Last time, Yang Zhen had helped several children to cultivate their inner energy. He was afraid that if Yang Zhen continued to guide them like this, their cultivation levels would really rise, and the destructive power would be too great, and who knew what kind of trouble it would cause.

But Yangzhen was really good at taking care of children. Several children stayed with him for a while and were reluctant to leave when they came back. They even wanted to go back to Yangzhen several times.

Qi Zhiheng brought the child into the space, wanting to see how Yang Zhen took care of the child.

As soon as he entered the space with the child, Yang Zhen appeared before him. Qi Zhiheng didn't want to complain about the speed; it seemed Yang Zhen genuinely liked children.

Yang Zhen said in a nonchalant tone, "Do you need me to help take care of the kids again?"

Qi Zhiheng said, "I suppose so. It's like this: I'd like to ask you for some experience in raising children."

Yang Zhen was somewhat puzzled: "What experience in raising children?"

"How did you take care of the children last time? Could you let the younger generation take a look and learn from you?" Qi Zhiheng handed the second child in his hand to Yang Zhen.

"This is not something you can learn." Yang Zhen's tone was still somewhat indifferent, but there was a strange hint of smugness in his eyes.

Qi Zhiheng's hand, holding Erbao, froze in mid-air: "..."

Yang Zhen took Erbao from him: "However, if you want to see it, it's not impossible."

Qi Zhiheng's lips twitched: "Thank you for your guidance, senior."

Erbao was taken into Yangzhen's arms. Although they hadn't seen each other for some time, Erbao was the child of a cultivator and had a good memory; he remembered Yangzhen. So, he spoke in a soft, sweet voice, "Master~"

Yang Zhen's pursed lips curled upwards slightly.

Erbao waved his arms and said, "Master, I want to play!"

Yang Zhen followed his lead and lifted him above his head.

Qi Zhiheng was still a little confused. Was the secret to raising a child simply lifting him up high?

At this moment, Da Bao and San Bao waved their arms and shouted, "Master, I want to play too!"

Yang Zhen lowered his raised hands, and Qi Zhiheng's heart skipped a beat. Falling from this height, even though he had defensive talismans and wouldn't be injured, he was still startled. No father would be indifferent to his son's safety.

However, the outcome he predicted did not happen; Erbao did not fall but remained suspended in mid-air.

Yangzhen then lifted up the other two children.

Under Yangzhen's control, several children floated in mid-air. Dabao, Erbao, and Sanbao seemed to really enjoy this game, swimming around in mid-air.

The children's laughter immediately reached Qi Zhiheng's ears, indicating that the three children were really enjoying this game.

Yang Zhen just watched and said, "This is a talent of our Sun Beast race. You, a human, cannot do it." After saying that, he gave Qi Zhiheng a disdainful look.

Qi Zhiheng was speechless. It seemed he couldn't learn how to coax children. However, this reminded him that he could get more toys for the children in the future, so that they wouldn't have time to cause trouble.

Having figured this out, Qi Zhiheng scooped up his sons, who were engrossed in playing, and said to Yang Zhen, "Senior Yang Zhen! There's something I almost forgot to do! I'll take my leave now! I'll come back to learn from you again next time." After saying that, he and his three children disappeared into the space.

Once outside, Yang Yitian had tidied up the room, and it was finally no longer as messy as before.

Yang Yitian saw the father and sons who came out and asked how things went: "How was it? Did you learn the method?"

Qi Zhiheng said, "I have some ideas. You take care of these children for now, and I'll go talk to my uncle."

Yang Yitian asked, puzzled, "What do you want with your uncle?"

Qi Zhiheng said, "Dabao, Erbao, and Sanbao are usually too bored. I'll go ask my uncle if he can make some toys for them to play with and burn off some energy."

Yang Yitian thought it made sense, so he said, "Alright, go ahead, I'll teach the child how to draw talismans."

Qi Zhiheng nodded, and then went to find Gu Qinglin.

Gu Qinglin was somewhat surprised to see Qi Zhiheng arrive: "What's wrong?"

Qi Zhiheng said, "Uncle, I want to ask you to make something."

"What kind of magical artifact do you want?" Gu Qinglin assumed that Qi Zhiheng wanted to customize a magical artifact.

Qi Zhiheng gestured to describe what he wanted, saying, "I want a spiritual artifact, or a magic weapon, but it must be usable by those in the Qi Refining stage. After using it, it will allow one to float in mid-air and perform certain movements, like swimming in water while still being able to breathe. Ideally, it should have an energy device inside that can be activated with spirit stones."

Gu Qinglin listened carefully, and when Qi Zhiheng stopped describing, he asked, "And then? What kind of attack skills are needed?"

Qi Zhiheng quickly waved his hand: "We don't need attack skills, but we can add a little bit of defensive skills, just enough to prevent people from getting hurt when they fall."

Gu Qinglin thought about it carefully, but still couldn't figure it out, so he asked, "What's the use of such a magical artifact? It has no offensive skills, and its defense is just to prevent injuries from falls..."

Qi Zhiheng explained, "Well, I originally intended for Da Bao, Er Bao, and San Bao to play with as toys. They just wanted to see it fly. As a father, I couldn't let them down!"

"Just a toy?" Gu Qinglin was surprised. Qi Zhiheng had never asked him for magical artifacts before, but this time he came to ask for a toy for his son.

Qi Zhiheng nodded: "It's just a toy. Da Bao, Er Bao, and San Bao have too much energy. I need to think of a way to distract them."

Gu Qinglin thought about it and realized that it was indeed the right thing to do for the child, so he agreed: "Okay, I'll look into it for you later. I don't have much to do lately."

Qi Zhiheng received confirmation and returned to his own territory.

At this time, Yang Yitian was already teaching the child to read.

Da Bao, Er Bao, and San Bao each held a calligraphy brush, listening to Yang Yitian explain how to read and write those characters.

Qi Zhiheng was shocked by the scene. How could he not know how terrible Yang Yitian's calligraphy was? Wouldn't teaching the child this interfere with his studies? So he pushed open the door and said, "Weren't you going to teach the child to draw talismans? Why are you teaching him books now?"

Yang Yitian frowned: "I don't want to either! But if I want to teach talisman drawing, I have to learn the written language first, otherwise it will be difficult to grasp the essence!"

Qi Zhiheng, however, did not share this view: "Really? Wasn't the talisman pattern that Erbao drew before quite good?" Although he didn't understand it at the time, after Yang Yitian's explanation, it seemed to make sense to him.

“It’s one thing to be able to draw the meaning, but if you don’t understand the meaning, you won’t know the order of drawing! Do you expect me to teach you all kinds of talismans in the future? Of course, I’ll let her read the book herself. There are many hidden possibilities in talismans. If I teach her by word of mouth, my son might miss the highlights he might discover!” Yang Yitian explained.

Qi Zhiheng felt that it was more likely that Yang Yitian was too lazy to teach his son and wanted him to learn by reading books himself, but as a man, he certainly couldn't expose his wife's true intentions.

Yang Yitian had a well-thought-out plan, but unfortunately, his own sons weren't buying it. After two days of his instruction, none of the children wanted to listen to him anymore, which frustrated Yang Yitian greatly.

Qi Zhiheng offered a few words of comfort.

Yang Yitian snorted, "This makes me feel very unfulfilled! None of the kids like to study!"

Qi Zhiheng thought for a moment and said, "It's probably because the children haven't had enough contact with their peers and don't have a learning atmosphere, so they don't want to study. It's definitely not because you're teaching them badly."

"Really?" Yang Yitian's face clearly showed disbelief.

Qi Zhiheng coughed twice and said, "Really? How about this? I see that the sect has a school. Why don't we send the child there to give it a try?"

Yang Yitian had heard about the academy; Qi Zhirui and Qi Zhiwu were studying at the sect's academy. However, he hesitated, wondering, "Isn't it too early to send a few children to school now?"

Although he complained that his teacher disliked his son, he was still his son. He was still a little worried about sending such a young child to the sect's academy. Besides, he had heard that the youngest child in the orphanage was three years old, while his child was only two.

Qi Zhiheng said, "No, our children were born when you were in the Foundation Establishment stage, and you ate well during your pregnancy. Although they are only two years old, they are definitely smarter than three-year-olds in other families."