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

The eerie voice echoed above the mass grave, carrying a mocking, condescending tone.

"Prepared an even more sumptuous feast?" Zhou Tian slung the golden mountain-splitting axe over his shoulder and spat in the direction the voice came from. "I'm just afraid his food won't be tough enough, not even enough to fill our teeth."

Zhao Wuji, holding his prized manure scoop, leaned close to Chu Chen and whispered flattery. "Sir, judging from the noise, the master inside must be getting impatient. Perhaps I should go scout ahead?"

"What's the rush?" Chu Chen crunched the lollipop in his mouth. "Our hosts are so hospitable; they've personally cooked the meal. Wouldn't it be impolite if we ate too fast?"

He took the lead, his short legs carrying him deep into the mass grave. "Let's go, the feast is about to begin. Remember, Operation Disc starts with me."

Yan Zhengqing followed silently behind, holding the gold brick in his hand. He felt that he was not there to eradicate a cult, but rather to attend a rural banquet as the young master of a wealthy family.

After walking about a hundred meters, the ground in front of us suddenly began to tremble slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the grave mounds exploded, and rotting, blackened arms emerged from the soil.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of corpse puppets dressed in tattered funeral clothes, covered in rotting flesh and emitting a foul stench, crawled out of the grave. They moved stiffly, made strange "hoarse" sounds from their throats, and their empty eye sockets glowed with an eerie green light as they lunged straight at the crowd.

"Wow, the main course's served!" Zhou Tian was more pleased than surprised, excitedly licking his lips. "Sir, this looks quite chewy, is it edible? Is it like braised pork ribs?"

Chu Chen glanced at him disdainfully. "Don't think about eating everything. Too much preservatives, too much heavy metals—if you eat it and get diarrhea, are you going to clean the toilet?"

"Oh." Zhou Tian was somewhat disappointed.

"Sir, why should you personally handle such filth?" Zhao Wuji stepped forward, blocking the way, his golden latrine scoop gleaming in the moonlight. "Please allow me to clean up your mess!"

Before he finished speaking, he moved with lightning speed, rushing into the group of corpse puppets.

With a flick of his wrist, he wielded the gleaming golden spoon with unparalleled skill, without making a sound.

He didn't use any heavy blows, but simply tapped each of the corpse puppets' skulls lightly with the rounded tip of his spoon.

"Bang".

The head of a corpse puppet shrank back into its chest cavity, like a neckless turtle.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Zhao Wuji's figure weaved through the horde of corpse puppets, the crisp tapping sounds ringing out incessantly. Each corpse puppet he struck retracted its head in an extremely bizarre posture, then fell straight to the ground, its limbs twitching a few times before going still.

In less than a minute, dozens of ferocious-looking corpse puppets were all transformed into "headless knights," lying neatly on the ground.

Zhao Wuji put away his spoon, returned to Chu Chen with a nonchalant expression, and bowed. "Sir, the appetizers are finished, and the path is clear."

Yan Zhengqing's eyes twitched as he watched. This former master of Xuanyao Valley, using a latrine scoop, managed to achieve a level of precision akin to surgery; he was truly a talent.

The group bypassed the corpses scattered on the ground and continued onward.

The mountain road ahead became increasingly narrow, with bottomless cliffs on both sides.

Below the cliff came a dense rustling sound that sent chills down everyone's spine. When the group peered out, they saw that the deep pit was teeming with colorful venomous insects: centipedes, scorpions, snakes, spiders... all intertwined, writhing and tumbling, forming a nauseating sea of ​​worms.

"Hiss..." Even a grandmaster like Zhao Wuji couldn't help but gasp at the sight. "The Ten Thousand Poison Pit! This altar master has really gone all out!"

"Uncle Yan." Chu Chen's voice suddenly rang out.

Yan Zhengqing was taken aback and looked at Chu Chen.

"It's your turn to show off your professional skills." Chu Chen took out a large insecticide spray can with the "GUN" brand logo printed on it from his Winnie the Pooh backpack. There was also a crooked symbol drawn on the can with cinnabar on it.

"What is this?" Yan Zhengqing stared blankly at the familiar red and white jar.

"Special supply from Qianlongju Security Department, 'Light of the Righteous Path' brand broad-spectrum insecticide." Chu Chen shoved the spray can into his hand. "To deal with these pests, you professionals are the ones who need to handle it."

Yan Zhengqing held the cold iron can, looked at the highly poisonous insects in the pit, and then at the golden brick in his hand, his feelings were extremely complicated.

How did he, a high-ranking government official, end up being reduced to a sanitation worker tasked with eliminating the four pests?

He took a deep breath and thought, "Forget it, too many lice won't itch, and too much debt won't bother me."

He walked to the edge of the cliff, and mimicking how he usually cleaned at his workplace, aimed at the pit, and pressed the sprinkler head down hard.

"Sizzle—"

A white mist carrying a faint jasmine fragrance was sprayed out in a fan shape.

The moment the mist touched the poisonous insects, a bizarre scene unfolded. The ferocious insects seemed to be paused, instantly freezing in place. Then, their bodies, like sand sculptures weathered by wind, rapidly turned into black powder, which vanished without a trace when blown away by the mountain wind.

In the time it takes to spray just one can of spray, the bottomless pit of poisonous creatures was cleaned up completely, leaving not even a fly behind.

"The results are good." Chu Chen nodded in satisfaction. "Uncle Yan, I'll award you a 'Pest Control Model' banner later."

Yan Zhengqing put away the spray can without expression, feeling as if his soul had been elevated once again.

Meanwhile, deep within an underground palace in White Tiger Ridge.

A man dressed in a black robe and wearing a raven mask was staring intently at a huge screen made of black crystal in front of him.

When he saw his meticulously trained army of corpse puppets rendered helpless by a single spoon, his hand trembled.

When he saw the treacherous pit he had painstakingly collected over several years reduced to ashes by a single can of insecticide, he could no longer contain himself.

"Snap!"

The wine glass in his hand, made from a complete human skull, was crushed into pieces by his bare hands.

"Outrageous!" the Black Crow Master roared in fury. "What kind of heretical and evil practices are these! They have no martial ethics! They have absolutely no martial ethics!"

He felt he had been humiliated like never before.

His traps were intricately designed, each move deadly, enough to bury an army. But the enemy, one with a spoon and the other with spray, seemingly played around, and easily foiled his plan.

This isn't a battle of wits; it's a devastating attack from a lower dimension!

Chu Chen and his group had reached the end of the mountain path.

Before them stood a massive stone gate, ten meters high and embedded in the mountainside, cast entirely from black iron rock. Countless faces of people wailing in agony were carved on the gate, giving it a sinister aura.

"Zhou Tian," Chu Chen called out.

"Here!" Zhou Tian immediately stepped forward, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

Chu Chen pointed to the broken stone gate and said in a tone as if inspecting a project, "The final exam for the wood-chopping training is about to begin."

"Title: Make me a window in this wall."

Requirements: Bright, well-ventilated, and perfect from the start.

Zhou Tian grinned, revealing two rows of large, white teeth. "Just you wait and see, sir!"

He let out a beastly growl, his muscles bulging violently, making his work clothes crackle. The crooked runes on the golden mountain-splitting axe in his hand suddenly lit up with a dazzling red light.

"Open it for me!"

Zhou Tian slammed his legs off the ground, launching himself into the air like a cannonball, tracing a powerful arc in the sky. He swung his giant axe with all his might, cleaving it fiercely towards the center of the Dragon-Slaying Stone.

"boom!"

A loud bang shook the entire valley.

The moment the giant axe collided with the stone gate, all around fell into dead silence.

Immediately afterwards, spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly from the point where the axe blade struck, with intense red light emanating from within the cracks.

The next moment, the Dragon-Slaying Stone, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms and capable of withstanding thousands of troops, exploded with a deafening roar!

Countless pebbles shot inward, and dust billowed into the sky.

As the smoke cleared, a huge, rough hole appeared before them, pitch black, like an entrance to hell.

Zhou Tian carried his still-humming giant axe, landed steadily on the ground, and struck what he thought was a very cool pose.

He turned to look at Chu Chen, asking as if seeking praise, "Sir, is the lighting through this window... alright?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a surge of Yin energy, a hundred times stronger than before, suddenly erupted from the cave entrance.

Immediately following was the Black Crow Master's roar, twisted and deformed with rage.

"You bunch of bastards, come in here and face your deaths!"