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

The black smoke in mid-air churned violently, like boiling asphalt.

The face of the Black Crow Master, composed of a one-eyed mask, twisted and deformed under the suction force, as if it would be torn apart at any moment.

The Ten Thousand Souls Blood Feeding Array that he painstakingly set up not only failed to absorb any nourishment, but instead became a power bank for the opponent.

This move was practically handing the opponent a knife and even sharpening it for them.

"Little beast!"

The voice of the Black Crow Altar Master was no longer that of a lofty deity, but rather that of a gambler who had lost everything, filled with resentment and madness.

"I will remember you."

"When my true form descends, I will surely extract your soul and refine your entire family, ensuring they are never reincarnated!"

He uttered the most vicious curse.

Zhao Wuji and Yan Zhengqing felt a chill run down their spines; the curses of such evil cultivators were no joke.

Chu Chen seemed not to hear, as he was admiring the piece of lightning-struck wood in his hand, which was entirely green and shimmering with iridescent light.

He held the lightning-struck wood up to his eyes, examined it against the light, and nodded in satisfaction.

"The quality is good, and the energy purity is also acceptable, but it has a slightly off-taste."

He looked up at the dissipating black smoke projection in mid-air, a touch of childlike innocence appearing on his face.

"Hey, top VIP."

"Thank you for your energy. My family is missing a rolling pin, and I think this is perfect."

The Black Crow Altar Master was so angry that the projection started flickering, like an old television with a bad signal.

Chu Chen shook the "rolling pin" in his hand and added another sentence.

"Oh, by the way, when I was connecting the signal earlier, I also checked your IP address."

He tilted his little head and counted on his fingers, as if he were reciting a text.

"The basement converted from an air-raid shelter beneath the mass grave in the western suburbs of Beijing, at White Tiger Ridge, right?"

"I see your WiFi password is quite simple, heilianjia666. Remember to make it more complex next time, otherwise it's not secure."

The surroundings fell into dead silence.

The worried expressions on Zhao Wuji and Yan Zhengqing's faces froze.

Zhou Tian's mouth was wide enough to fit an egg.

In mid-air, the plume of black smoke that was about to dissipate suddenly paused.

For the first time, inhuman emotions appeared on the face of the Black Crow Master, which was made of a bronze mask.

If before it was rage and resentment, now it is pure, deep-seated fear.

The single eye, no longer spitting out fury, stared wide open, as if it had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world.

"You...you..."

His voice was trembling so badly that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

He couldn't understand it.

How could the other party accurately locate his true body's secret lair through a single soul connection?

That place was his stronghold, which he had cultivated for decades, and which was covered with countless shielding and confusion formations.

Let alone ordinary people, even cultivators of the same level would not be able to find it.

But this five-year-old not only found it, but also read out its WiFi password!

This is no longer the method of a cultivator.

This is the devil!

No, this is hacking!

"What exactly are you?!"

The Black Crow Master let out a final, mournful scream.

Chu Chen pursed his lips.

"You're rude! You're the 'thing,' your whole family are 'things.'"

After saying that, he gently blew a breath towards the cloud of black smoke.

"call--"

It became the fatal final blow.

The projection of the Black Crow Master exploded with a resentful roar, turning into a sky full of black dust that dissipated into the air.

The hall was completely calm again.

All that remained was a scene of utter devastation, and those unconscious "power banks" that had at least ten years of lifespan cut short.

Chu Chen stuffed the priceless "jade rolling pin" into his small schoolbag and clapped his hands.

"Alright, that's a wrap."

He looked around, his eyes lighting up as he glanced at the overturned antique vases and the valuable calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

"Director Zhao."

"Yes, sir! What can I do for you?"

Zhao Wuji snapped out of his shock and ran to Chu Chen with a fawning smile on his face.

Chu Chen pointed around.

"The fight just now was so loud, look, it scared me."

"My young heart was severely traumatized."

He clutched his chest, looking as if he was still shaken.

Zhao Wuji instantly understood.

"Sir, you're right! These wicked people are despicable; they must be made to pay compensation!"

"Yes!" Chu Chen snapped his fingers. "So, consider these things as compensation for my emotional distress, lost wages, and overtime pay."

"You, take your men and pack up all the valuables here and take them with you. Don't leave anything behind."

"Especially that one hanging on the wall with shrimp on it, I think it looks good, I'll take it home for my mom to make porridge with."

"I guarantee I'll complete the mission." Zhao Wuji received the order and rubbed his hands together excitedly.

He turned around and called to Zhou Tian and the other Xuanyao Valley disciples who were chopping wood in the backyard and had come out for "team building" today.

"Don't just stand there, let's get to work."

"Be careful with that blue and white porcelain vase, it's from the Yuan Dynasty!"

"And that landscape painting, a genuine work by Tang Bohu, don't get it wrinkled!"

The former master of Xuanyao Valley, now the head of the outhouse, has transformed into a professional packing foreman, directing a group of master-level experts to begin a thorough "cleanup" of the Paradise Pavilion.

His practiced manner suggested that this wasn't the first time he'd done this job.

Yan Zhengqing stared at these experts, who had been dignified and otherworldly a moment ago, but had transformed into ruthless "zero-yuan purchase" bandits, his lips twitching. He was deeply shocked.

He took a deep breath, walked up to Chu Chen, and asked in a low voice.

"Sir, what... what should we do at the scene?"

He pointed to the unconscious nobles on the ground, and several corpses of cult members who had been sucked dry.

This mess is not easy to clean up.

Chu Chen glanced at him, took out a White Rabbit milk candy from his pocket, unwrapped it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Uncle Yan, you're now the liaison officer at our Qianlongju official office. Do I really need to teach you such a small thing?"

Yan Zhengqing was startled and immediately stood at attention.

"Sir, you are right!"

He pulled a small notebook and a pen from his pocket with fluid movements, clearly having been prepared beforehand.

He cleared his throat and began to give a verbal account to his black-suited subordinates who were still in a daze behind him.

"Make a note of everything. The title of the press release will be: 'Investigation Report on the Major Gas Leak Accident at Jilefang in the West of the City.'"

"Content: According to preliminary investigation, the gas pipeline at the Paradise Inn ruptured and leaked due to aging wiring and the improper use of high-power electrical appliances. The high concentration of leaked gas caused more than 100 customers present to experience collective hallucinations and varying degrees of fainting."

"Currently, all the injured have been sent to the hospital and are in stable condition with stable vital signs. We express our deepest condolences to the club staff members who tragically lost their lives in the accident."

He paused, glanced at the several emaciated corpses, adjusted his glasses, and added without changing his expression.

"The deceased's family is in stable condition and stated that the deceased suffered from severe malnutrition and anorexia before his death."

He closed his notebook, looked up at Chu Chen, and had a "please praise me" expression on his face.

"Sir, do you think this solution is acceptable?"

Chu Chen chewed on a milk candy and mumbled a comment.

"It's alright, but next time remember to change 'emotionally stable' to 'actively cooperating' to sound more professional."

After saying that, he took short strides to a packed wooden crate and plopped down on it.

He looked at Zhao Wuji and the others who were busy at work, and then at Yan Zhengqing, who was directing his men to "rescue" the scene.

He rested his chin on his hand and suddenly spoke.

"Director Zhao, pack all those antiques securely."

Zhao Wuji quickly replied, "Don't worry, sir, I guarantee it won't get bumped or damaged!"

Chu Chen shook his head.

"I mean, we might have to collect rent tomorrow, so let's not get too bumpy on the way."