"Pad! Shine!" Lingbao excitedly kicked his legs in Xiao Jue's arms, pointing at the jade pad with his little finger, and his saliva was like a miniature fountain, shooting towards the smooth surface with a clear target.
Xiao Jue was quick-witted and quick-handed. He turned sideways while holding his daughter. The string of saliva barely brushed past the edge of the jade pad and landed on the bald head of a craftsman next to him.
"Ouch!" The bald craftsman wiped his head, his hand slippery, and smiled innocently, "Hehe, His Highness Ling has blessed me with a cool and refreshing feeling!"
Seeing that she hadn't hit the target, Lingbao's mouth pursed, and the golden beans were about to fall out. Su Li quickly picked up a piece of freshly cut Gu Moss saliva bag lining and stuffed it into her hand: "Ling'er, play with this, it's soft!"
Lingbao grasped the oddly tactile, slightly resilient piece of moss, kneading it curiously. Then, unconsciously, her little mouth nibbled on it, quickly soaking a small piece with her saliva. Hmm…it tastes a bit strange, but it's good for grinding teeth! She momentarily forgot about the shiny cushion and focused on her "saliva soaking experiment" with her new toy.
Third Treasure Su Yu's rainbow cloud boat hovered low, monitoring the renovation site and using the "Purifying Morning Dew" sprayer on its tail to cool the craftsmen as they worked. Second Treasure Su Heng, sucking on his golden pacifier, warily watched the dismantled remains of the sacred artifacts, ensuring that no remaining "evil spirits" attempted to approach his sister.
Soon, the backyard looked brand new:
* A giant ice crystal cold storage (formerly the Beidi Sutra Pillar) stands in a corner, brimming with chilliness. On the lintel, craftsmen carved four characters with a sense of humor: "Saliva Towel Cold Palace."
* The Xingchen Iron Drum Dryer (formerly the Xiling Warp Drum) rumbles in operation, blasting gusts of hot air, specifically designed to dry Lingbao's bibs, which are always in short supply.
* Lingbao happily received a Lingyu crawling mat and teething stick (formerly the Donghuang Sutra Stele). It is smooth, warm, safe and has no sharp edges. She is lying on it, drooling happily and rubbing her little face against the cool jade surface.
* A small fertilizer pile was built next to Su Li's medicinal field. Inside it was fermented pulp of "Koushui Zhenjing", which gave off a unique chaotic fermented fertilizer smell.
Those sacred objects, once the embodiment of faith and ambition, intended to contain the source of chaos, have now been thoroughly integrated into the mundane world of childcare under the skilled hands of the General's Mansion's artisans and the "supervision" of the adorable children. The backyard is no longer a solemn "sacred object observation area," but a "baby transformation paradise" filled with the sounds of clanging bells, the roar of dryers, and the babbling of Lingbao.
**Section 2: Undercurrents and the New Edition of “Child-Raising Guide”**
When the high-ranking officials of the four countries saw the scenes of "re-employment of the holy objects" in the backyard of the general's mansion through the remote water mirror technique on the holy mountain, they suffered a collective heart attack.
The High Priest of the Northern Di Bingpo Temple watched as their own ten-thousand-year-old Hanyuan Sutra Pillar was transformed into a "Saliva Towel Cold Palace." He was so angry that cracks appeared on his Ice Crystal Staff. "Blasphemy! This is a blasphemy against Hanyuan's will! That Bingjian...what kind of weird words are engraved on the Bingjian door?!"
The head of the Xiling Observatory looked at the spinning, steaming Star Iron Mother Cylinder, his vision darkening. "Star Iron Mother... Star Dome Sutra Cylinder... Drying... Bibi?! The starry glory of my Xiling ancestors!"
The head witch priest of the Wanling Cave in Southern Xinjiang stared at Lingbao's obviously thickened spit bag lined with his own Gu moss paper, and a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat. "Thousand-year-old Gu moss... top-grade symbiotic material... used... used to line a spit bag?! And... and it was chewed?!"
The head of the Donghuang Taimiao looked at Lingbao lying on the smooth spiritual jade stele, drooling and grinding his teeth happily. Then he remembered that this stele was once the "Monument of Praise of Xuanhuang Chaos" enshrined in the Ancestral Dragon and engraved with the runes of the Heavenly Dao. He spat out a mouthful of blood mist towards the sky, and his Taoist heart completely shattered: "Puff! Teething stick?! Crawling mat?! Ancestors... unfilial descendants... I have no face... I have no face to see you again..." He fainted on the spot.
Shame! An unprecedented shame!
"No martial arts! No literary skills! Even a 'sacred' scroll I sent was turned into waste paper by her saliva! And she's even turned it into a baby's toy!" The Xiling Emperor paced back and forth in the secret room angrily, almost crushing the hem of his dragon robe under his feet. "Is there really nothing we can do about that drooling little girl?!"
"Your Majesty, please calm down." A counselor, his face hidden in the shadows, whispered, "I think we may be... heading in the wrong direction."
"Wrong direction?" The emperor stopped suddenly.
"Yes. Whether it's through threats of force, resource blockades, mind control, or faith-binding, we're all trying to 'confront' or 'utilize' the source of chaos." The counselor's voice was strangely calm. "But what is the core of the General's Mansion? It's that woman named Su Li! She is the true backbone, the mother of the four Sons of Chaos! Her will is an extension of the General's Mansion's will! And what does she care about most?"
The emperor frowned and thought: "Is it... those children?"
"Exactly!" A gleam flashed in the counselor's eyes. "It's childcare! It's the child's health, growth, and education! This is her weak spot, but also her most powerful source of armor! All our previous methods were attempts to bypass her and target the child directly, which touched her sore spot! Hence the fiercest counterattack."
"you mean…"
"Catering to her needs!" the counselor said firmly. "Since we can't fight or exploit her, then let's integrate! Use the method that she cares about most and cannot refuse—**Offering 'parenting tips'!**"
There was silence in the chamber, and then suppressed discussions broke out.
"Baby-rearing tips? Is this… is this possible?"
"What do we know about parenting?"
"Yeah, didn't all those parenting experts run away?"
"This 'Child-Raising Manual' is not that 'Child-Raising Manual'!" The counselor's voice was bewitching. "What we are offering is the 'Secret Records of the Ancient Books', a ten-thousand-year-old tradition of the Four Nations, which tells us how to 'cultivate' peerless geniuses, how to 'guide' chaotic bloodlines, and how to 'pacify' the restless origins!"
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