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

Yan Zhengqing stood there, still holding the warm sweet potato peel in his hand.

He could clearly feel warm currents coursing through his body, like countless tiny hands, kneading and smoothing away all the aches and stiffness that had accumulated from years of desk work.

Especially that old leg that used to ache terribly on rainy days, now felt warm and cozy, even more comfortable than after a three-hour hot bath.

He even had the illusion that he was twenty years younger, full of inexhaustible energy.

"How about it, newbie? You're convinced now?"

Zhao Wuji suddenly came over again, nudged Yan Zhengqing's arm with his elbow, and had a "brother, you've finally got it" look on his face.

"Let me tell you, here, don't believe in science, believe in the gentleman."

Zhao Tiansha wiped the grease from his mouth and leaned closer, saying, "What do we call this? We call it good fortune! You think it's just chopping wood and carrying water? Wrong, this is cultivation!"

Yan Zhengqing's lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He looked down at the sweet potato peel in his hand, then looked up at the two former martial arts masters who were earnestly trying to brainwash him, and his worldview was once again severely impacted.

Chu Chen stuffed the extremely humiliating photo into his pocket and patted it with satisfaction.

"Uncle Yan, I'll keep the photo for you. I'll return it to you when you're named the model worker of the year at Qianlongju. You can hang it on the wall as an award certificate."

Yan Zhengqing's face darkened instantly.

"Oh, right," Chu Chen added, "I'll add two hundred catties to tomorrow's wood-chopping task. Consider it payment for your meal today. At Qianlong Residence, we don't accept freebies."

After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and skipped back to the front yard.

Yan Zhengqing was left alone, holding the sweet potato peel in the evening breeze, his expression extremely complex.

……

The east wing was brightly lit.

Lin Xiu leaned against the headboard, covered with a soft silk quilt, and looked much better than during the day.

She was smiling as she listened to Chu Chen tell her a story.

"...Then Ultraman Seven took off the ice axe from his head and threw it with a 'whoosh,' slicing the little monster called Eleking in half!"

Chu Chen stood by the bed, gesturing wildly and imitating Ultraman's head-throwing motion, his little face flushed with excitement.

He described it so vividly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Lin Xiu looked at her son's lively and adorable appearance, her eyes filled with tenderness.

Although my memory is still blank, the sense of closeness in our blood cannot be faked.

She felt that having such a lovely son made it all worthwhile, even if she forgot the whole world.

"hehe……"

Lin Xiu couldn't help but laugh out loud; this was the first time she had laughed so lightly since waking up.

However, the moment her laughter rang out...

Unbeknownst to her, deep within her soul, a mysterious power that had been suppressed for over a decade and was nearly exhausted was now experiencing a faint fluctuation due to her heartfelt joy.

This slight ripple, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly spread out an invisible ripple, piercing through the Nine Dragons Locking Heaven Formation and rushing towards a distant, unknown place.

Thousands of miles away, in an ancient, unnamed temple deep in the mountains.

There were no gods or Buddhas enshrined in the main hall, only a black stone tablet more than three meters high standing in the very center.

The stone tablet was covered with countless incomprehensible symbols. At this moment, one of the symbols in the corner was flashing a faint red light.

Several mysterious figures dressed in black and red robes and wearing bronze masks were surrounding the stone tablet.

"It's lit up! It's lit up again!"

"Hehehe... That woman's seal has loosened."

A hoarse voice rang out, filled with malice and mockery: "It seems that her bastard child not only survived, but also found a way to break the seal."

"Send men to the capital to investigate." The leader coldly uttered four words, "This time, wipe them all out, big or small."

……

Qianlong Residence, East Wing.

Chu Chen was getting into the story when suddenly, his imitation of Ultraman firing a beam of light froze.

The smile on his face vanished instantly, his eyes turning icy, completely befitting his age.

He suddenly turned his head and looked out at the night sky.

"Xiao Chen, what's wrong?"

Lin Xiu noticed her son's unusual behavior and asked him with concern.

"It's okay, Mom." Chu Chen immediately put on his innocent smile again. "There seems to be a big mosquito outside, buzzing around, it's a bit noisy."

He patted Lin Xiu's hand reassuringly.

"Mom, you rest first. I'll go chase away the mosquitoes, otherwise they'll bite us tonight."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the room.

The moment Chu Chen stepped outside, the smile vanished completely, replaced by a chilling expression.

Lin Jianguo was strolling in the yard to digest his food when he saw Chu Chen walk out with a dark expression, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Xiao Chen, what's wrong now? Who upset you?"

"Grandpa," Chu Chen looked up at him, his voice eerily calm, "a mouse is trying to spy on our TV through the internet."

Lin Jianguo was completely confused: "What internet cable? What TV?"

"A very annoying form of spying," Chu Chen explained succinctly. "Someone is watching us from a great distance."

As he spoke, he walked to the center of the courtyard.

He stretched out his chubby right index finger and quickly drew several mysterious and complex symbols in the empty air.

As he moved his fingers, ripples of transparent light spread through the air.

An array composed of countless rays of light appeared out of thin air and then vanished in an instant, as if it had never existed.

"Reverse tracking array." Chu Chen clapped his hands and said calmly, "I want to see which bug is so bold."

The moment the formation was completed, the sense of being spied on from afar suddenly tightened as if an invisible hand had grabbed its neck!

In the distant ancient temple, the red dot on the black stone tablet shone brightly, then with a "snap," it went out completely.

The leader of the black-robed men groaned, clutching his chest and staggering back several steps, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth beneath his mask.

"Such a powerful backlash! The opponent is a master of formations!" His voice was filled with horror. "Sever all connections immediately!"

In the courtyard of Qianlong Residence, Chu Chen raised an eyebrow.

"They run pretty fast."

He could sense that the other party had decisively severed the connection of divine sense the moment they realized they were being tracked, preventing him from pinpointing their exact location.

but……

A cold smile curved Chu Chen's lips.

He had memorized that cold, rotten, and nauseating aura.

It smelled exactly the same as the half of the black lotus jade pendant from before.

"Grandpa, didn't you want to know who killed my mother?" Chu Chen turned his head and looked at Lin Jianguo, who had a blank expression on his face.

"They came to us of their own accord."

Lin Jianguo's heart leaped into his throat: "Then...what do we do? Are they powerful?"

"I don't know." Chu Chen shook his head, but there was no worry on his face. Instead, he looked excited.

"But that's what makes it interesting, isn't it?"

He tilted his little face up, looked at the dark night sky, and muttered to himself in a childish voice.

Want to play hide-and-seek?

"Alright, then I'll play a big game with you guys."

Chu Chen stretched and yawned, instantly transforming from the strategist and mastermind back into a sleepy child.

He grabbed Lin Jianguo's hand and dragged him into the house.

"Grandpa, I'm sleepy. Come back and tell me a story. Where did Ultraman fight just now?"