The five-and-a-half-year-old baby doctor comes to the city to cure those who refuse to listen.

Dinner at Qianlongju was exceptionally lavish.

Zhou Tian carefully placed a clay pot on the table, lifted the lid, and the aroma of rice porridge mixed with the fragrance of herbs instantly filled the air.

"Sir, your 'Immortal Vegetable Millet Porridge' has been simmered over low heat for three hours, and the vegetable leaves have dissolved into it."

Lin Jianguo's eyes lit up. He quickly ladled out a bowl, blew on it several times, and then handed it to his daughter, Lin Xiu.

"Xiuer, come on, try this. It's a good thing. Your grandson... cough, your son made it especially for you."

Lin Xiu was still a little weak. Looking at the pale green porridge in the bowl, she obediently picked up the spoon and began to drink it in small sips.

As soon as the porridge entered my mouth, a warm current slid down my throat and instantly spread throughout my body.

A rosy glow visibly appeared on her pale face.

"It's delicious." Lin Xiu smiled at Chu Chen. Although the smile was still a little awkward, it carried a natural sense of closeness.

Chu Chen was happily drinking a bottle of AD calcium milk when he saw his mother's smile, and his eyes curved into crescent moons.

"If Mom likes it, I'll make it for you every day from now on."

Looking at this scene of motherly love and filial piety, Lin Jianguo felt both sad and warm inside, and his eyes welled up with tears.

He rubbed his eyes, looked at his daughter whose complexion had improved considerably, and finally couldn't help but ask the question that had been lingering in his mind for so long.

"Xiuer...do you...do you still remember? Who exactly hurt you like this back then?"

The air fell silent instantly.

Lin Xiu stopped drinking her porridge.

Her hand holding the spoon began to tremble slightly, and the last glimmer of light in her eyes was quickly replaced by confusion and pain.

"I...I..."

"Thump!"

The spoon fell into the bowl with a crisp sound.

Lin Xiu held her head in her hands, and the color that had just appeared on her face instantly faded, turning her face whiter than paper.

"My head...it hurts so much...it feels like it's going to split open..."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she curled up in the chair, groaning in pain.

"Xiuer!" Lin Jianguo was so frightened that he was scared out of his wits and quickly reached out to help her up.

"Grandpa, don't touch her!"

Chu Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable calmness.

He dropped the AD calcium milk bottle in his hand and his small figure flashed to Lin Xiu's side.

When Lin Jianguo saw Chu Chen's face darken instantly, his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

He saw again the "Living Yama" who pontificated in the Jishetang, even ordering grandmasters around like wood-chopping boys.

Chu Chen stretched out his chubby little hand, put two fingers together, and gently touched Lin Xiu's brow.

A soft, cyan aura emanated from his fingertips and slowly seeped into Lin Xiu's skin.

Lin Xiu's painful groans gradually subsided, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and she finally leaned back in her chair and fell into a deep sleep.

Lin Jianguo was pacing anxiously. "Xiao Chen, what... what's going on? Why does asking this give me a headache?"

Chu Chen withdrew his finger, his face tense.

He did not answer Lin Jianguo, but closed his eyes and carefully probed his mother's sea of ​​consciousness with a barely perceptible wisp of divine sense.

Deep within Lin Xiu's soul, he "saw" a black shadow the size of a fist.

The shadow writhed like a living thing, like a vicious parasite, using countless invisible tentacles to forcibly separate the fragments of memory that should have been connected.

If any external force attempts to touch those core memories, the dark shadow will immediately unleash a needle-like, excruciating pain.

"Grandpa, you just asked something you shouldn't have." Chu Chen opened his eyes, his voice somewhat cold.

"This is not ordinary amnesia; someone has placed a 'soul-sealing curse' on my mother's soul."

"A Soul-Sealing Curse?" Lin Jianguo was completely confused. "What's that?"

"It's a very vicious technique," Chu Chen explained. "It forcibly seals away a memory, and once you try to recall it, your soul will suffer a backlash, experiencing excruciating pain."

He paused, his eyes growing even colder.

"This method is insidious and vicious; it's something those half-baked guys from Xuanyao Valley couldn't possibly come up with."

Lin Jianguo was terrified and asked anxiously, "Then...what do we do? Is there any way to untie it?"

Chu Chen did not answer immediately.

He looked at his mother, who was in a deep sleep. When Lin Xiu had a headache earlier, he had caught a glimpse of something that had leaked out from the gaps in the Soul-Sealing Curse.

"I just saw something, but it was blurry."

Lin Jianguo immediately came over. "What did you see?"

"A heavy snowfall, a really, really heavy snowfall," Chu Chen recalled, his brows furrowed.

"There was also a person dressed in black, whose face I couldn't see, but who seemed very tall."

Lin Xiu seemed to sense something in her sleep, and unconsciously began to murmur to herself.

"The lotus...it's black...it's shattered..."

Chu Chen and Lin Jianguo exchanged a glance.

"A lotus flower? Black?" Lin Jianguo tried hard to recall. "When Xiu'er left home, she had a jade pendant with her, and it looked...it looked like it was shaped like a lotus flower!"

As if remembering something, he turned around and rushed into the east wing.

A short while later, Lin Jianguo ran out carrying a small wooden box.

The box was quite old; much of the paint had chipped off.

He opened the box, inside which lay a layer of yellowish silk, and on the silk lay half a jade pendant.

It was a broken jade pendant, made of neither gold nor jade, and entirely black, but with a smooth break. Its shape was that of a blooming black lotus flower.

A cold, slimy smell emanated from it, making one want to vomit.

Chu Chen's expression changed instantly.

This aura is completely different from that of the people from Xuanyao Valley before.

More ancient, more evil, carrying a decaying, deathly aura.

He stretched out two fingers and pinched the half of the jade pendant as if it were some kind of trash.

"This is it."

Lin Jianguo stared at the jade pendant, trembling with rage. "Who on earth is this person! So vicious! To lay such a cruel hand on a defenseless woman!"

Chu Chen remained silent.

He held the jade pendant in his hand, then turned and walked towards the backyard.

Lin Jianguo and Zhou Tian quickly followed.

In the backyard, the Nine Dragon Cauldron stood quietly beside the dry well, radiating an ancient glow under the moonlight.

Chu Chen walked to the cauldron and raised the black jade pendant in his hand.

He didn't do anything, he just held it up like that.

The Nine Dragons Cauldron seemed to sense something, and suddenly emitted a muffled hum, causing its body to tremble as if expressing extreme disgust.

Chu-Chen looked at Ding's reaction and a cold smile that was completely out of character for his age curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"Even you look down on it, so it seems it really is something that can't be presented to the world."

He flicked his wrist.

"Whoosh—"

He treated the half of the black lotus jade pendant like a pebble and threw it directly into the Nine Dragon Cauldron.

"Ding-dong."

The jade pendant fell into the cauldron with a soft sound.

Immediately afterwards, the nine dragon patterns engraved on the inner wall of the Nine Dragon Cauldron suddenly lit up!

An invisible flame rose inside the cauldron, and the half of the jade pendant was instantly burned to ashes without even struggling.

That chilling aura completely vanished.

"Sir, this...this is disinfection?" Zhou Tian stared in disbelief.

"Disinfect?" Chu Chen clapped his hands and turned around.

His expression was terrifyingly calm, but the coldness in his eyes chilled the surrounding air.

"No."

Chu Chen shook his head, his childish voice carrying a chilling killing intent.

"That's called locking onto the target."

"A cowardly rat hiding its head and tail."

He raised his head, gazing in some unknown direction in the capital, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Dare to touch my mother? When I find you, I'll scatter your ashes to the wind."