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

Zhao Wuji, clutching the White Rabbit candy covered in red powder, approached step by step with a broad smile.

That smile, in the eyes of the Black Crow Master, was more terrifying than any demon from hell.

"Don't come any closer!" The Black Crow Master scrambled backward on the ground, his soul severely damaged and his extreme fear leaving him with no strength to even stand up.

He had cultivated for a hundred years and had seen all kinds of torture, but being fed a piece of candy covered in chili powder was an insult that was more painful than death.

"I'll confess, I'll confess to everything!" he shouted in despair.

"It's too late." Chu Chen's voice came from the side, completely calm.

We're no longer interested in your honest opinions. But we are quite interested in your true feelings, though.

Zhao Wuji chuckled and moved the candy closer.

"No—" the Black Crow Master let out a desperate roar.

He bit his tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood. In an instant, he turned into a thick cloud of blood mist and fled towards the cave entrance at an extremely fast speed.

"Blood Escape Technique! Sir, be careful! This is a secret escape technique that burns the soul!" Zhao Wuji exclaimed in alarm, but it was too late to stop him.

The blood mist was moving too fast; it was about to burst out of the cave and disappear into the night.

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared at the cave entrance, blocking the path of the blood mist.

It is Yan Zhengqing.

He barely made a move throughout, holding onto the gold brick engraved with "Never Forgive Another When You're in the Right," observing the battle like an outsider.

At this moment, he bent his knees slightly, assuming a standard horse stance, and held the gold brick in his hand high, his face full of solemnity.

"Monster! You are now surrounded by a vast ocean of people!"

With a powerful shout, he slammed the gold brick in his hand down hard on the oncoming cloud of blood mist.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, it shattered with a snap.

The cloud of blood mist exploded and reformed into the human form of the Black Crow Altar Master, who then fell straight backward.

A clear brick mark on the back of his head was particularly noticeable.

His eyes rolled back, he foamed at the mouth, and he completely lost consciousness.

Yan Zhengqing took back the gold brick, wiped off any non-existent dust, and said with an air of righteousness, "For such stubborn individuals, we should use physical persuasion and education."

Zhou Tian and Zhao Wuji were both dumbfounded.

This veteran cadre, when he does act, strikes right at the heart of the matter.

"Alright, the boss is done." Chu Chen clapped his hands, breaking the silence.

"Get to work! Everyone get moving! Professional team, focused on ensuring every grain is harvested!"

"Okay!"

Zhou Tian was the first to respond. He planted his golden axe into the ground, rubbed his hands together, and rushed toward the throne made of bones.

He picked up a thigh bone, weighed it in his hand, and tossed it aside with disdain. "No meat."

Then his eyes lit up when he saw several gold bricks laid under the throne. He was overjoyed and began to move them out one by one.

Zhao Wuji, however, was not interested in those gold and silver objects; he was more interested in the decorations inlaid on the palace walls.

Holding a golden dung scoop, he gently poked the mechanism behind a beautifully carved bronze animal head with the handle of the scoop.

With a "click," the beast head fell off.

"This technique, this strength, perfect." Zhao Wuji nodded to himself, feeling that his dung-scooping technique had improved even further.

In another corner, Zhao Tiansha, the former Grand Elder of Xuanyao Valley, who had somehow followed them there, was squatting in the corner, carefully digging up a black mushroom that looked like a human hand.

"This is Yin Bone Grass, an excellent material for crafting corpse puppets. It cannot be wasted, it cannot be wasted." He muttered to himself as he dug.

Yan Zhengqing then took out a Swiss Army knife, moved a stool, and began to pry open the luminous pearls that served as lighting on the wall one by one.

He pried them open with utmost care, wrapping each one in velvet and putting it into his pocket.

"These state-owned assets must not be allowed to fall into foreign hands," he muttered to himself with a serious expression.

The entire underground palace was instantly transformed from a gloomy and terrifying cult stronghold into a bustling demolition site.

Chu Chen ignored the swarm of "subordinates" that resembled a locust plague and walked straight to the back of the Bone Throne.

There was a seemingly ordinary stone wall there.

Chu Chen stretched out his small hand and tapped on several inconspicuous spots on the stone wall in a specific order.

"Boom!"

The stone wall slowly slid apart to the sides, revealing a secret chamber that could only accommodate one person at a time.

The secret room was very simple, with only a stone bed and a stone table.

On the stone table lay a book made of an unknown animal hide and a black jade slip.

Chu Chen picked up the booklet and flipped through it.

The booklet was filled with names and addresses written in tiny, neat characters.

"Beihe Branch, head Li Si, contact person: Deputy Section Chief Zhang from the Urban Construction Department..."

"Fengtian base, head Wang Wu, contact person: Captain Zhao of the Municipal Public Security Bureau..."

This was a detailed list of all the Black Lotus Cult's strongholds and infiltrated officials in the north.

"Interesting." Chu Chen casually stuffed the booklet into his Winnie the Pooh backpack.

This stuff is worth far more than those cartloads of gold and silver jewelry.

He picked up the black jade slip for transmitting sound and probed it with a wisp of his divine sense.

Instantly, a distant and obscure aura was transmitted through the connection of divine thoughts.

The aura came from the extremely distant northwest, desolate, ancient, and carrying a stench of decay.

And deep within that aura, there seemed to lie an even more terrifying, dormant, and immense will.

As if sensing Chu Chen's probing, the jade slip trembled slightly, and an old and majestic voice rang in Chu Chen's mind.

"Who dares to spy on the sacred altar?"

"Just a delivery guy." Chu Chen curled his lip, his divine sense transforming into a finger, and he jabbed it back hard along the link.

"Friendly reminder, I've noted down your address. The Wi-Fi password is Black Lotus Sect 666, right? Get your neck clean and wait, I'll come over and collect the toll sooner or later."

In a mysterious space thousands of miles away, a figure sitting cross-legged on a black lotus suddenly trembled and let out a muffled groan.

Chu Chen severed his divine sense, too lazy to waste any more words with the other party.

He held the jade slip in his hand as if it were a cookie.

"Click."

The jade slip shattered instantly, turning into a handful of black powder that slipped from his fingers.

When he emerged from the secret room, the looting outside was nearing its end.

Everything of value in the palace was looted.

Zhou Tian carried the last gold brick into the back of the Wuling Hongguang van, sweating profusely from the effort.

Three old and worn-out bread carts were crammed full, their wheels flattened.

"Sir, everything's been cleaned up, not even a carpet was left for them." Zhao Wuji carried the unconscious Black Crow Altar Master over to claim credit.

Chu Chen nodded in satisfaction.

He jumped onto a pile of gold bricks, took out the roster from his bag, flipped to a page, pointed to a name on it, and looked at Yan Zhengqing beside him.

Uncle Yan.

"Here!" Yan Zhengqing immediately stood at attention.

"Is this 'Wang Zhenhua' the same Director Wang who's in charge of public security?" Chu Chen asked, tilting his head.

Yan Zhengqing leaned closer to take a look, and when he saw the contents recorded in the booklet, his eyes suddenly narrowed.