In less than ten days, chaos ensued again, as Stone's wife and their caretaker were all worn out, and the child had disappeared after only a brief rest.

It didn't take long to find him. Yu Ziqing was the quickest to react, locating the little rascal right away.

Still wearing a diaper, the little rascal crawled swiftly on the frozen hard ground within Jinlan Mountain, using all four limbs.

Seeing Yu Ziqing squatting on the ground and looking at him with a strange gaze, the little rascal inexplicably felt a sense of danger. He immediately changed direction, scurrying back to the room, climbing back into his little bed, covering himself with the blanket, and falling fast asleep within two breaths, as if nothing had happened.

A group of people stood around watching, exchanging glances.

Stone was delighted, pointing proudly at his son.

"He can crawl at such a young age; his physique is simply amazing, much better than mine back in the day."

The looks from everyone carried a dangerous aura, and by the time Stone noticed, it was too late.

It had been a while since the village chief last beat him up. He was beaten so evenly swollen on the spot, ensuring not to disturb the child, perfectly controlling the strength throughout the process, keeping the sound to a minimum, making sure even Stone's screams couldn't be heard.

Not even a month old, he could crawl and still venture out hundreds of zhangs in the freezing weather, as if nothing happened, which seemed odd by any measure.

Moreover, it was clear that this child would be very mischievous.

An unruly child, but still too young to know better, surely too endearing to spank.

So they could only spank Stone.

Ever since he revised the Dharma Method, his progress had been rapid, and everyone present shared some responsibility.

Life became very smooth, and the nameless little rascal gained a nickname, "Little Rascal."

Extremely energetic, he seemed able to sense danger, seizing any small oversight to sneak out and play.

The farthest he went was several miles away, yet he didn't have a single scratch or frostbite on him.

Yu Ziqing, having nothing else to do, followed him quietly without interfering. That's when he realized, the Little Rascal wasn't born with unbelievably tough skin but had extremely strong regenerative abilities.

Hard to get a scratch, and even if he did, he'd heal quickly.

His instinctual danger sensing was strong; although he knew nothing, he inherently knew how to tend to the good and avoid the evil.

This Little Rascal seemed like he had cheat codes active; without a doubt, he was smart.

The smarter he was, the more he needed proper education, as growing up crooked would surely lead to great trouble.

Hence, whenever Yu Ziqing was free, he already began preparing lessons for him.

From basic reading skills to curriculum outlines for the next twenty or thirty years, all mapped out.

As for how to educate, someone like Stone, who took pride in the child's mischief, likely wouldn't have a say.

Time flew by, and when the Little Rascal reached one year of age, running around on little legs as if nothing, entering the stage where even dogs disliked him, he finally faced the disciplinary iron fist of Jinlan Mountain.

The village chief personally dealt with him, holding the little rascal on his knee and spanking him until his butt was swollen.

Other than the day he was born, it was the first time the little rascal cried so miserably.

Yu Ziqing, Stone, and Stone's wife all squatted by the side, eating spirit fruits sent by Song, watching the spectacle with unrestrained laughter.

Yu Ziqing had always been quite worried that the village chief and the villagers might indulge the Little Rascal too much.

The reality proved him wrong.

The village chief feared the Little Rascal growing up crooked the most, so whenever he disciplined, he did so ruthlessly, ensuring it would hurt but wouldn't leave internal injuries.

As for You Zhen, and even Stone's wife, coming from Dazhen, they never knew what indulgence meant.

Whether King Xiang or others, amongst this bloodline-connected family, none were ever ruined by indulgence.

Their educational philosophies were almost identical to the village chief's.

When spanking the Little Rascal, Stone's wife laughed the hardest.

Time gradually passed, and aside from routine meditations, Yu Ziqing calmly waited.

Waiting for Wig White Water Egg to brave the thunder and leap into the pit.

No updates had yet come from No.4, the New No. Ten, or any of the death row inmates.

Indeed, No.4's intelligence was No.4's, and New No. Ten's was New No. Ten's, kept separate.

Even though No.4 had essentially taken control of the White Water Egg Organization by now.

But with No.1 still alive and No.2 not yet identified, his control over the White Water Egg Organization wasn't considered complete.

Yu Ziqing, munching on melon seeds and watching the child and Stone getting spanked, let his thoughts drift, sincerely hoping that everything would go smoothly for Wig White Water Egg and No.1.

He could hardly wait to see the picture of himself getting directly cursed.

Elsewhere, No.1 and Wig White Water Egg's Descent Body followed the Blood River to a world filled with Fire Qi and the smell of sulfur.

The environment here was extremely harsh, with toxic gases in the air.

Even the Devils in the Abyss were scarce, with only a paltry two or three extremely weak Devils surviving here.

Calling them Devils was generous; at most, they were insects.

A few types of insects preyed on each other, consuming energy from magma and sulfur to survive, breeding with great difficulty and very low survival rates.

No.1 and the Descent Body followed the clues they traced, arriving near a Magma Sea. The Descent Body, with a shift of expression, stirred the air with his hand, extracting threads of Ominous Aura and holding them in his palm.

"We're almost at the location of the Undying Mandala."

The Descent Body absorbed the Ominous Aura into his body, closing his eyes to sense quietly.