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

Zhou Tian ran back to the house excitedly and quickly brought back a stack of papers and a pen.

The paper was rough hemp paper, with crooked tables drawn on it with a brush, and the words "Qianlongju New Employee Registration Form" written at the top.

"Here, sir, a pen." Zhou Tian respectfully handed Chu Chen a Parker gold pen.

Chu Chen, wearing a yellow duck onesie and slippers, walked up to the black-clad men who were tied up like dumplings.

He crouched down and handed the gold pen and form to the leader of the group, Ghost One.

"Uncle, please fill this out."

Chu Chen pointed to a column on the form and read it aloud in a childish voice: "Name, gender, age, place of origin, special skills, and... the Black Lotus Sect's social insurance and housing fund payment number."

"If you finish filling it out, you can avoid a beating. If you behave well, you can get an extra chicken leg tonight."

In the courtyard, Zhao Wuji, Zhao Tiansha, Yan Zhengqing, and the others had slightly stiff expressions.

They are familiar with this process.

They filled out the forms when they first arrived.

Their form was simply called "Information Registration Card for Personnel Under Labor Reform".

With his face covered in blood, Gui Yi looked at the innocent five-year-old child in front of him, and then at the absurd form. Suddenly, he laughed.

The laughter was hoarse, like a broken gong scraping against iron.

"Hehe, haha."

"Mortals, ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth!" Gui Yi's eyes were full of fanaticism and disdain.

"Welcome to the Holy Lord's Arrival!"

He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue.

"Oh no, he's going to self-destruct!" Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically. He roared and instinctively tried to retreat.

Zhou Tian was startled and pulled Chu Chen back.

"Sir, be careful!"

Gui Yi's body rapidly swelled up like a balloon, and black energy surged out of his body, tearing his clothes and causing bloody gashes to appear on his skin.

A destructive energy, centered on him, is about to explode.

The courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

Grandmaster-level experts like Zhao Wuji and Zhao Tiansha felt their scalps tingle. They knew very well that this kind of self-destruction, sacrificing a life, was powerful enough to raze half of Qianlong Residence to the ground.

However, Chu Chen stood still and did not move.

He even had the leisure to take out a White Rabbit candy from his pajama pocket, unwrap the wrapper, and pop it into his mouth.

"It's so noisy."

He chewed on a milk candy and mumbled something indistinctly.

Then, he stretched out his chubby little hand and drew a circle in the air towards the rapidly expanding Ghost One.

It's such a simple action.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The terrifying energy surrounding Guiyi's body, which was about to erupt, seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand and compressed wildly inward.

"boom!"

A dull, extremely loud bang occurred inside a transparent barrier the size of a basketball.

There was no shockwave, no flames.

Ghost One's body instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist inside that small, transparent sphere. All the energy was locked inside and then silently annihilated.

The entire process was eerily quiet.

The "labor reform prisoners" in the courtyard were all dumbfounded.

Zhou Tian's mouth was open, and his hand was still in the position of pulling Chu Chen.

The axe in Yan Zhengqing's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

Zhao Wuji trembled all over, looking at Chu Chen with fear and fervor in his eyes.

Is this something a human being could do?

This is a deity! A living being!

The blood mist slowly dissipated inside the transparent sphere.

But the matter did not end there.

A phantom, darker than ink, emerged from the blood mist.

The phantom twisted and struggled, eventually extending upwards like a black antenna, piercing directly into the void.

"A beacon of the soul!" Zhao Wuji exclaimed in shock.

"This is the Black Lotus Cult's most vicious secret technique: sacrificing one's own soul and cultivation to forcibly open a passage to the altar and transmit the coordinates of this place back!"

"It's over, we've been exposed!" Zhao Tiansha's face also lost all color.

The other black-clad prisoners also revealed smug grins when they saw the black phantom.

Even if I die, I'll take these people with me.

The wrath of the altar is beyond the capacity of these mortals to bear.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

The only sound was Chu Chen crunching on his milk candy.

He tilted his head up, looking at the black antenna that connected to the void, and tilted his head with great interest.

Wow, the technology these days is pretty good.

"Can it even be used for cross-platform video calls?"

Chu Chen smacked his lips and commented, "The only problem is the WiFi signal is terrible, it's all static and it's incredibly laggy."

Everyone: "..."

Zhao Wuji almost choked and fainted.

What the hell is this WiFi signal?!

This video call is fucking awful!

The black phantom rippled violently in the void, as if it were truly trying to connect with something.

Gradually, a blurry face began to emerge at the top of the phantom.

It was a face wearing a bronze mask with a blooming black lotus flower engraved on it.

A chilling aura, a hundred times stronger than that of the ghost, traveled along the "antenna."

"Who dares to destroy our religious beacon?"

A cold, emotionless voice echoed from the void, reverberating directly in everyone's minds.

The voice seemed to possess a magical power, causing people with lower cultivation levels like Zhou Tian and Lin Jianguo to turn pale instantly, clutching their heads and kneeling down in agony.

Even Zhao Wuji and Zhao Tiansha felt as if their souls were being pricked by needles, and they barely managed to resist by circulating their internal energy.

"Oh, it connected?"

Chu Chen spat out the candy stick in his mouth, jumped off the stone bench, and walked to the black phantom.

He stretched out his finger and poked the black "antenna".

"Hey, feed me? Can you hear me?"

"The signal is too weak. Can you switch to a 5G plan and call me again?"

In the void, the bronze mask's face clearly paused for a moment.

He seemed to have not expected to receive such a response.

"You ant, you're courting death!"

The cold voice carried an overwhelming rage.

"Oh, then come and hit me." Chu Chen picked at his ear, looking impatient.

"Come crawl over here along the internet cable, you idiot."

"you!"

The bronze mask was clearly enraged, and the entire black phantom trembled violently.

"I've memorized your scent! Just wait, the Holy Church's wrath will burn you and everything behind you to ashes!"

"You talk too much nonsense." Chu Chen curled his lip.

He stretched out his little hand and made a downward swiping gesture towards the black "antenna".

"Bye, I'm hanging up now."

With this action, the black antenna connecting to the void seemed to have been turned off, breaking apart inch by inch from the top and dissipating into black smoke.

That arrogant bronze mask vanished before it could even finish uttering a harsh word.

The courtyard returned to peace once more.

All that remained were the kneeling crowd, still questioning the meaning of life.

Chu Chen yawned and turned to walk into the house.

"Zhou Tian, ​​sort these pieces of trash. Keep the useful ones for firewood, and bury the useless ones as fertilizer."

"I'm going to eat three bowls of braised pork tomorrow morning. Remember to remind Grandpa."

He walked to the door, then turned back to look at Zhao Wuji, who was still standing there in a daze.

"Director Zhao."

"Ah? Yes! What are your orders, sir!" Zhao Wuji jumped up and quickly stood at attention.

Chu Chen said with a serious expression, "Put up a sign at the entrance of the outhouse tomorrow."

"No hanging up in public places"—we at Qianlongju aim to be a civilized and well-mannered community.