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

Zhao Wuji's mind was buzzing. He stared intently at the void, as if a flower could bloom there.

"Sir, that's not a wireless signal."

He spoke haltingly, trying to correct this misconception that would make the ancestors of Xuanyao Valley rise from their graves.

"That's a divine soul beacon of the Black Lotus Cult, capable of projecting the divine senses of powerful beings."

Chu Chen picked at his ear, looking impatient.

"Okay, okay, it's just a remote video conference, why are you getting so worked up?"

He turned around and walked into the house with his short legs.

"Zhou Tian, ​​clean up the trash on the ground, it's filthy."

"Remember to pack that head separately, don't mix it with other garbage. Hazardous waste must be sorted."

He yawned and added sleepily, "Grandpa, I'm sleepy. Tomorrow morning I want to eat five bowls of braised pork, the kind that's fatty but not greasy."

He looks just like an ordinary child crying for milk in the middle of the night.

But no one in the yard dared to treat him like a child.

Yan Zhengqing leaned against the wall to barely stand. He looked at Chu Chen's back, then at the trembling prisoners kneeling on the ground, and felt as if his worldview was being repeatedly pounded by a sledgehammer.

Just then, an unexpected change occurred.

Just as the air had returned to calm, space began to distort like the surface of water.

A pitch-black crack was silently torn open.

There was no thunder, no lightning, only a chilling stillness that made one feel utterly dead.

One eye.

A huge, blood-red, emotionless single eye slowly emerged from the crack, coldly overlooking the entire Hidden Dragon Residence.

It wasn't a physical entity; it was more like a projection of energy.

Just being stared at by that eye made Zhao Wuji feel as if his soul was being soaked in ice water, and even his thoughts were about to freeze.

"Divine thought manifests in physical form!"

Zhao Wuji's voice trembled with despair, "It's a sect leader-level figure! He forcibly broke through space to catch up with us!"

"The Black Crow Altar Master?"

A Black Lotus Cult prisoner, bound on the ground, saw the one-eyed figure and his face instantly lit up with fanaticism as he struggled violently.

"Welcome to the Altar Master! That demon..."

Before he could finish speaking, the blood-red single eye merely glanced at him indifferently.

"puff!"

The prisoner exploded into a cloud of blood mist like a punctured water bag, without even having time to scream.

With just a glance, he killed an elite assassin.

The blood-red one-eyed creature seemed completely indifferent to the life or death of these ants. Its gaze slowly swept across the yard, finally settling on the five-year-old child wearing a little yellow duck onesie, who was about to go inside to sleep.

A slight pause appeared in the coldness in his single eye.

Then, a hint of surprise appeared.

Immediately following was a surge of anger.

He, the dignified leader of the Black Lotus Sect, traveled thousands of miles with his divine sense to find the peerless master who destroyed the beacon, only to discover that the child was still a baby.

"ah--"

A shrill scream, unlike any human voice, did not come from the air, but exploded directly in the minds of everyone in the courtyard.

"Shocking Thrust!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened, and as he roared out those three words, he clutched his head and knelt down in agony, blood gushing from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

Zhou Tian, ​​Yan Zhengqing, and all the international spies who were chopping wood—every single one of them—fell to the ground screaming and rolling around in agony.

Lin Jianguo, who was the furthest away, was also shaken by the invisible sound waves, causing his vision to go black and him to fall to the ground unconscious.

This is an attack purely targeting the soul.

Ignore physical defenses and array barriers.

In the face of a true practitioner, a martial arts master is as fragile as a piece of paper.

The shriek condensed into an invisible poisonous thorn, piercing through the void and striking straight at Chu Chen's brow.

The Black Crow Master's goal was clear: he wanted to turn this arrogant "monster" into a complete idiot who could only drool.

Chu Chen stopped in his tracks.

He turned around, and the sleepy look on his face disappeared.

Instead, there was a bone-chilling cold.

The innocence of childhood has vanished from his clear eyes; only two bottomless ancient wells remain, deep and unfathomable.

"Buzz!"

Nine jet-black iron needles flew out of his body automatically and hovered in front of his brow.

The nine magic needles spun rapidly, forming a miniature golden vortex.

That invisible "divine thorn" plunged headlong into this vortex.

There was no earth-shattering noise.

There was only a grinding sound that made your teeth ache.

The golden vortex, like a highly sophisticated meat grinder, relentlessly shredded the terrifying thorn, powerful enough to destroy a grandmaster's soul, into the purest fragments of his spirit.

In mid-air, the blood-red single eye trembled violently, revealing a hint of disbelief in its eyes.

Chu Chen stared at that eye expressionlessly.

He raised his chubby little hand, extended his index and middle fingers, and put them together.

The movements were clumsy, yet they carried a profound and unspoken meaning.

"Hey, Deng, what are you looking at?"

He asked in a childish voice, which, though not loud, clearly reached the other side of the void rift.

Then, he held up two fingers together and gently made a stroke in the air towards the huge single eye.

"Dare to glare at me?"

"I'll get you an appointment with an ENT specialist to cure your blindness, both in your eyes and your mind."

A golden light, more dazzling than the sun, shot out from his fingertips.

This golden light ignored the distance in space and directly followed the divine connection, tracing back in the opposite direction.

"puff!"

A muffled groan of pain came from the other end of the void rift.

The enormous, blood-red eye, like a punctured balloon, shed a line of bloody tears before collapsing with a deafening roar.

The connection was forcibly interrupted.

The dark crack slowly closed.

In the courtyard, the suffocating pressure vanished instantly.

Zhao Wuji and the others collapsed on the ground, panting heavily. Everyone looked as if they had just been pulled out of the water, their bodies soaked through.

The look in their eyes when they looked at Chu Chen was no longer one of awe, but rather one of fervent adoration, like mortals looking up at a god.

Chu Chen stood there, his face slightly paler than before.

He shook his little head, and the aura of an ancient god vanished instantly, turning him back into that soft and adorable little baby.

He rubbed his eyes, walked up to Zhao Wuji, and kicked his leg.

"Hey, toilet manager."

"Stop playing dead, get up and get to work."

Zhao Wuji jolted awake, scrambling to his feet and kneeling respectfully.

"Sir...you...what are your orders!"

Chu Chen curled his lip and pointed to the few remaining Black Lotus Cult prisoners on the ground who were still terrified.

"Interrogate these individuals overnight."

"I don't care what methods you use, whether it's torture or ideological education, I want to see a complete report by tomorrow morning."

He paused, then counted on his fingers, "I need to know everything: how many people are in the Black Lotus Sect, how many altar leaders there are, where the headquarters is, whether the food in the canteen is good, and whether they give out year-end bonuses."

"Do you understand?"

"Understood!" Zhao Wuji nodded vigorously.

"Um."

Chu Chen nodded in satisfaction, then yawned.

He walked over to Lin Jianguo, who was already unconscious, and gently patted his face.

"Grandpa, wake up, the floor is cold."

He turned his head and looked at Zhou Tian, ​​who was still lying on the ground panting, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"And you, get up and help my grandfather back into the house."

"No one is allowed to tell my mom what happened tonight, understand? If you scare her, I'll hold you responsible."

Finally, with his hands on his hips, he addressed everyone in the yard who was still breathing, and with all his might, announced in a childish voice.

"Fighting is so tiring! I'm completely exhausted!"

"Tomorrow morning, the braised pork will be ten bowls instead of five!"

"Not a single piece can be missing!"