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

The giant hand, composed of countless souls, descended from the sky, exuding a sense of overwhelming power to crush divine souls.

Zhao Wuji and Yan Zhengqing felt as if their souls were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, leaving them with no strength to even move a finger.

Zhou Tian was in even more pain. He felt as if thousands of needles were stabbing him in the head at the same time. He knelt on the ground, clutching his head, and the golden giant axe slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a loud clang.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The Black Raven Lord on the Bone Throne let out a maniacal laugh.

"Can you feel it? This is despair!"

He spread his arms wide, relishing the suffering of the three men.

"This Banner of Ten Thousand Souls is a supreme treasure that I painstakingly crafted over thirty years, using the souls of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine living beings!"

"For a five-year-old child to die beneath my most precious treasure is your honor!"

The enormous ghostly hand blocked out all the eerie blue light, and the shadow completely enveloped the small figure.

However, at the center of that oppressive aura that could break even a grandmaster's mind, Chu Chen stood still.

He even had the leisure to take out an Alpenliebe lollipop from Winnie the Pooh's little backpack and slowly tear off the wrapper.

With a click.

He popped the candy into his mouth, his cheeks puffing out in satisfaction, and a sweet milky flavor melted in his mouth.

The ghostly hand was already close to his head, and the chilling wind that could freeze the soul made his clothes flutter.

He then lazily raised his head and glanced at the giant claw that was almost touching his hair.

"this one?"

He mumbled something indistinctly.

"The special effects are pretty impressive, but they're not very realistic."

He finally pulled out the "dog-beating stick" from his pocket, which was as green as jade and had a miniature golden dragon coiled around its tip.

"Return the treasure?"

Chu Chen waved the exquisite little green stick in his hand, which looked like a work of art, as casually as swatting away annoying mosquitoes on a summer evening.

He gently pulled upwards at the enormous, sky-covering ghostly hand.

"Buzz—"

The seemingly effortless strike did not generate any strong wind.

But the instant the stick made contact with the ghost hand, a high-pitched and resounding dragon roar suddenly burst forth from the small emerald green stick!

The dragon's roar seemed to come from the heavens above, exuding a chilling and awe-inspiring power.

The stinging pain in Zhao Wuji and the others' minds vanished instantly, replaced by a deep-seated submission and awe.

The enormous, menacing ghost hand, upon contact with the dragon's roar, deflated like a punctured balloon.

Before it could even let out a scream, it exploded with a bang.

The myriad souls that made up the ghost hand transformed into a sky full of black mist, scattering in all directions.

But it's not over yet.

The dragon's roar, its power undiminished, transformed into a visible golden sound wave that shot straight toward the black-shrouded Banner of Ten Thousand Souls in mid-air.

"No!"

The Black Crow Master let out a terrified scream.

But his voice, in the face of the dragon's roar, was as fragile as the buzzing of a mosquito.

"Splash!"

The "treasure" Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which was said to have been refined for thirty years, shattered like a tattered cloth that had been exposed to the sun for a hundred years!

The banner instantly transformed into countless black butterflies, scattering and revealing the densely packed souls imprisoned within.

Most of those souls had distorted faces, filled with pain and resentment.

But the moment the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls shattered, the black aura on their bodies quickly dissipated, and they regained their clear appearance.

They did not disperse immediately, but instead turned to the small figure holding the emerald green short stick and bowed deeply to Chu Chen in mid-air.

Then, these freed souls transformed into specks of firefly light, dissipated into the air, and returned to the world.

"puff--"

With his natal magic weapon destroyed, the Black Crow Altar Master suffered a severe blow to his mind and spirit, and could no longer suppress his surging blood and qi.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and his whole body rolled off the high throne of bones like a lump of mud.

With a thud, he fell heavily onto the cold stone steps, his mask askew, revealing an eye wide with fear.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

He struggled to lift his head, staring intently at the short stick in Chu Chen's hand, his eyes filled with incomprehensible madness.

"What kind of magical artifact is that? What exactly is it?!"

Chu Chen pursed his lips and tapped the "dog-beating stick" in his hand lightly on his shoulder.

"It's nothing."

He looked at the black pieces of cloth scattered on the ground with disgust.

"It's just an old stick that's been used for several years. I use it to poke around in the toilet when it gets clogged. I just grabbed it when I came out."

"Perhaps it accidentally picked up some of the dragon's energy from my well."

"A plunger...a tool for unclogging toilets?"

Upon hearing this, the Black Crow Master spat out another mouthful of blood, this time from sheer anger.

He lay on the ground, his limbs twitching, repeatedly muttering, "I don't believe it... I don't believe it..."

Thirty years of painstaking effort, and the creation of a supreme treasure crafted from nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine living souls, were all ruined by a toilet-cleaning stick.

If this gets out, the entire Black Lotus Cult will lose all face.

"Don't believe me if you want."

Chu Chen put away the dog-beating stick and put the half-eaten lollipop back into his mouth.

He strode down the steps with his short legs and came to the Black Crow Altar Master.

Zhou Tian, ​​Zhao Wuji, and Yan Zhengqing also regained their mobility and immediately followed, surrounding the Black Crow Altar Master.

Zhou Tian slammed the huge golden axe into the ground, causing the ground to tremble three times.

"Hey kid, weren't you pretty cocky just now? How about you show me how cocky you can be again?"

Zhao Wuji, holding his gleaming golden dung scoop, waved it in front of the Black Crow Altar Master, smiling like a scientist preparing to conduct experiments on lab rats.

"Master, your spirit is severely injured. Perfect timing! My ancestral 'Craniotomy to Awaken the Mind' technique is a cure for all kinds of defiance. Would you like to try it for free?"

The Black Crow Master looked at the strangely shaped spoon and shrank back in fright, almost fainting on the spot.

"No...don't come any closer!"

Chu Chen squatted down and poked the Black Crow Master's crooked mask with the stick of a lollipop.

"Uncle, this mask isn't very good quality. Did you get it for 9.9 yuan with free shipping on Pinduoduo?"

He casually peeled off the raven mask.

Beneath the mask was a pale, wrinkled face.

It was the face of an old man who looked at least seventy or eighty years old, one eye was blind, and the other eye was filled with terror and resentment.

"Tell me, where is the Black Lotus Cult's headquarters? How many altar leaders do you have? Do you pay for social insurance and housing fund? How many barrels of oil do you give as year-end bonuses?"

Chu Chen counted on his fingers, asking like someone checking a census.

"Pooh!"

The Black Crow Master spat a mouthful of bloody saliva at Chu Chen.

"You little bastard, you won't get any information out of me! The Holy Church will eventually descend, and you ants will all become nourishment for the Holy Lotus to bloom!"

Chu Chen dodged to the side, his face expressionless.

He stood up and slowly pulled a familiar-looking bottle out of his Winnie the Pooh backpack.

It was that bottle of his specially made "enhanced Honesty Pills," a mixture of Coptis chinensis powder and extra-spicy chili powder.

He unscrewed the cap, poured a small amount into his palm, and then took out a White Rabbit milk candy from his pocket and unwrapped it.

In front of the Black Crow Altar Master, he carefully and evenly spread the red powder onto the milk candy.

"Director Zhao," Chu Chen called out.

"Here!" Zhao Wuji immediately understood and came over.

Chu Chen handed him the milk candy covered in chili powder.

"Feed this uncle some candy."