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

Yan Zhengqing directed his men to carry the wealthy and powerful men, who had been drained of their life force and were pale as blood, out on stretchers as if they were corpses.

He walked up to Chu Chen, lowered his voice, and his face still showed a hint of lingering fear.

"Sir, what should we do with these people? They've all lost ten years of their lifespan; if they go back, something terrible might happen."

Chu Chen was intently poking at the painted skin on the ground with the piece of jadeite struck by lightning, and didn't even look up when he heard this.

"Don't worry, you won't die."

He kicked a group of unconscious thugs in black next to him with his toe.

"Take all these people, and that old hag, with you. Also, take back all the gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, and paintings from the Paradise Pavilion."

Yan Zhengqing paused for a moment, his expression somewhat troubled.

"Sir, this...this is not in accordance with the rules. We are sealing off the property, not confiscating it."

Chu Chen raised his head and looked at him with clear eyes.

"Uncle Yan, do I look like a person who follows the rules?"

He pointed to the vibrant green piece of lightning-struck wood in his hand.

"I traded my data for this thing. Those people lost ten years of their lives, and I used their 'internet fees' to upgrade my router. Sounds reasonable, right?"

"I'm helping them purify their souls and dispel distracting thoughts; they should thank me. Consider these gold and silver treasures as a 'purification fee' they voluntarily donated."

Yan Zhengqing's eyes twitched as he listened.

He discovered that since entering the Hidden Dragon Abode, his worldview was being refreshed every day.

To make extortion sound so righteous, even using internet slang, this little devil's thought process is truly beyond the comprehension of normal people.

"Yes, I'll take care of it right away!" Yan Zhengqing stopped hesitating, turned around and waved his hand, "Men, pack up everything valuable here... no, all the evidence here and take it away!"

Zhao Wuji and Zhou Tian exchanged a glance, both seeing the excitement in each other's eyes.

Copy the house!

This is exactly what these prestigious and righteous sects... no, the former prestigious and righteous sects love to do!

Half an hour later, in the backyard of Qianlong Residence.

Three large trucks were parked in the yard, and Yan Zhengqing's men were unloading boxes of gold bars, jewelry, and antiques from the trucks like busy ants.

The gleaming gold bars were haphazardly stacked in the corner, like bricks on a construction site.

Various precious jade and agate pieces were piled up like potatoes and cabbages in a vegetable market, forming a small mountain.

Lin Jianguo came out carrying a bowl of freshly stewed chicken soup. When he saw this scene, his hand trembled and he almost spilled the soup.

"Little...Little Chen," his voice trembled slightly, "Has our house been...robbed? Or did you rob a bank?"

Chu Chen was sitting on a mahogany box, directing Zhao Wuji to straighten a vase from a previous dynasty.

"Grandpa, don't get excited. This is called spoils of war; it's our family's new fixed asset."

He jumped off the box, ran to Lin Jianguo's side, and hugged his leg.

"Grandpa, look, we can use this money to buy Mom delicious food in the future."

Looking at his grandson's innocent little face, and then at the "evidence" that reeked of money all over the yard, Lin Jianguo didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

He felt that his family's Qianlong Residence would eventually be turned into a den of thieves by his grandson.

Chu Chen ignored his grandfather's complicated inner thoughts. He clapped his hands and called over Zhou Tian, ​​who was drooling over a pile of gold bars, and Zhao Wuji, who was studying a bronze cauldron.

"Stop looking, everyone, get ready to start work."

He pointed to the pile of gold and silver jewelry.

"Zhou Tian, ​​go and move that alchemy furnace over there to me, and make the fire burn brighter."

"Director Zhao, use your professional expertise and your fire-attribute internal energy to melt all this gold and silver for me."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji immediately perked up. This was a technical job, a chance to showcase his value.

He channeled his inner energy, his hands turning crimson, and a wave of heat swept over him.

Before long, the gold bars and jewels turned into a golden liquid under the high temperature, tumbling in the alchemy furnace.

"Sir, what kind of magic weapon are you refining?" Zhao Wuji asked expectantly.

Chu Chen picked up a rusty iron spoon from the side and a broken hoe handle, then casually threw them into the stove.

"Let me upgrade your equipment."

What followed was a bizarre scene in the backyard.

Chu Chen directed Zhou Tian to throw all the "weapons" confiscated from the wood-chopping team—broken shovels, rotten axes, chipped kitchen knives, and even the brick that Yan Zhengqing had used before—into the golden liquid.

Lin Jianguo watched in stunned silence.

This isn't crafting; it's just wasting things!

An hour later.

Chu Chen extinguished the fire and poked around in the stove a few times with a fire poker.

"Alright, everyone come over and collect your new equipment."

Zhou Tian was the first to rush over and pulled a giant, golden-yellow axe with dark red patterns from the furnace.

The axe blade gleamed with a cold light, and crooked runes were engraved on it, giving it a powerful look.

Zhou Tian gripped the axe handle, his face flushed with excitement, and casually chopped down on a nearby artificial rock.

"Snap!"

The artificial rock, taller than a person, cracked instantly, leaving a smooth, mirror-like cut.

"Good heavens! Now let's see who dares to steal my meat!" Zhou Tian, ​​carrying the golden axe, laughed like a 300-pound child.

Next up was Zao Wou-Ki.

He nervously rubbed his hands together and took out a "divine weapon" from the stove that brought tears to his eyes.

It was a long-handled weapon with a handle made of fine Phoebe zhennan wood, emitting a faint fragrance.

The weapon's tip was a spoon-shaped object made from a mixture of black iron and gold.

With its simple and elegant design and smooth lines, the spoon's edge is polished to an extremely sharp point, gleaming with a metallic luster.

"My...my manure scoop..." Zhao Wuji held the gleaming golden "divine weapon," his fingers trembling.

This was practically made for him!

He could sense that this weapon contained a trace of strange power injected by Chu Chen, which would increase the power of his "Dung Scoop Technique" by at least 30%!

"Thank you for bestowing this treasure, sir!" Zhao Wuji knelt on the ground with a thud, tears streaming down his face. "Your subordinate swears to dedicate his life to the cause of latrines, sir!"

Finally, it was Yan Zhengqing's turn.

With a complicated expression, he took out a square, equally gleaming golden object from the stove.

Brick.

This brick is heavier and feels more solid than the previous one, and it has four large characters engraved on it in seal script.

"He who is right will not forgive."

Yan Zhengqing weighed the gold brick in his hand, feeling a sudden heaviness in his wrist, and his mood sank as well.

He's a government official, and he'll be carrying this thing when he goes out to fight.

If his old rival saw this, where would he put his face?

Chu Chen nodded in satisfaction after watching everyone distribute the equipment.

He then picked up the piece of jadeite struck by lightning and went back to his room to meditate for two hours.

When he came out again, he had a small wooden stick about the length of a chopstick, entirely green, with a miniature golden dragon coiled at the top.

"Grandpa, are we going to war or to demolish houses?" Lin Jianguo asked timidly, looking at the "demolition team" in the yard wielding bizarre weapons.

"Pretty much." Chu Chen chuckled, playing with the "dog-beating stick" in his hand. "This is called physical salvation, a civilized form of law enforcement in the new era."

Before setting off, he took out several balls made of sweet potato puree from the kitchen and gave one to each person.

"This is a power pill; it will replenish your energy."

He stood on the steps, cleared his throat, and gave a final pre-battle pep talk to the well-equipped "labor reform demolition team" below.

"Listen up, everyone!"

"We are civilized people. Remember, if you can use your hands, try not to talk."

"This team building activity has only one goal."

He paused, a fierce look appearing on his youthful face.

"Tear down his house, empty his warehouse, so that even the rats in his house will leave with tears in their eyes, leaving not a single needle or thread behind!"

"Did you understand?"

"Understood!" Zhao Wuji roared, raising the golden dung scoop high.