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

"Pay homage to my patronage?"

The goatee elder's expression was as if he had swallowed a live fly, turning from ashen to purplish-brown, and finally swollen to a liver color.

He had lived for over a hundred years, running rampant and unrestrained. How could he have ever been so humiliated by a mere mortal brat who hadn't even grown a beard yet?

What was even more frustrating was that the dark muzzle of a cannon was pointed at him from outside the door, and he didn't even have the courage to move a finger.

Chief Zhou slowly picked up his teacup, blew on it to cool it down, and didn't even bother to look at him again.

"Old fool, times have changed." Li Weiguo picked up the gun from the ground, tucked it back into his waistband, and uttered a cold remark.

"You!" The goatee elder was so angry that his beard trembled, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat.

He turned his head sharply, his sinister triangular eyes fixed on Lin Jianguo behind Chu Chen.

To catch a thief, first catch the king; if you can't catch the underlings, catch the old man!

He pushed off with his feet and lunged straight at Lin Jianguo, his five fingers forming claws as he grabbed at the other man's throat.

This claw strike was powerful and fierce, with a strong gust of wind hitting your face.

Lin Jianguo's vision blurred, and a feeling of suffocation instantly enveloped him, causing him to stop breathing.

Chief Zhou and Li Weiguo's expressions changed, and they tried to stop them, but it was too late.

"Overestimating one's abilities."

Chu Chen didn't even turn his head.

He remained hunched over the chessboard, only flicking his right index finger casually.

"call out!"

A black iron needle hidden in his sleeve sliced ​​through the air faster than sound.

The afterimage that lunged at Lin Jianguo suddenly froze.

The goatee elder remained in a lunging posture, his right hand forming a claw, less than half a foot away from Lin Jianguo's neck, but he could not advance any further.

His entire body seemed to have been paused, frozen in mid-air in an eerie way.

One leg is raised like a golden rooster standing on one leg, while the other hand is held up in a delicate, orchid-like gesture, as if about to blow a kiss.

This pose is even more alluring and flamboyant than Zhou Tian's "Great Roc Spreading Its Wings" pose back then.

The main hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The disciples from Xuanyao Valley nearly popped their eyes out.

What did they see?

The martial arts master who severely injured Li Weiguo with a single move, the outer elder of Xuanyao Valley, was just... frozen in place?

"Pfft."

Someone couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Immediately following was Li Weiguo and several guards, their faces flushed and their shoulders heaving violently.

Chief Zhou's lips twitched wildly, and his hand holding the teacup was shaking. He could only pretend to drink tea to cover it up.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Chu Chen then slowly walked out from behind the table, his hands behind his back, like an old man surveying his territory, and walked up to Elder Goatee.

He reached out his little hand and poked the elder's stiff cheek.

"Uncle, your hairstyle is quite unique."

He then went around behind the elder and patted his protruding buttocks.

"His waist and stance are perfectly coordinated, and his foundation is solid; he's clearly a trained fighter."

Elder Goatbeard's eyes could still move. He stared intently at Chu Chen, the fire in his eyes almost burning a person to ashes.

That look in his eyes seemed to want to grind Chu Chen to dust.

"I heard that your Xuanyao Valley has a lot of medicinal herbs?" Chu Chen asked with a grin, looking up at his little face.

The elder spat out a few words through gritted teeth: "None of your business!"

"You've got quite a temper." Chu Chen wasn't angry. He counted on his fingers, "You broke into a private residence, injured a soldier, and even tried to kidnap my grandfather. These are serious crimes."

He tilted his head and innocently suggested, "Why don't you write a letter home and ask them to bring some medicinal herbs to ransom the person? Like a hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, a three-hundred-year-old Polygonum multiflorum... I'm not picky."

"You...you're...dreaming!" The goatee elder was so angry that his face contorted.

Should he bow down to a five-year-old brat? Should he write a letter back to his sect asking for help?

This is worse than killing him!

"Then there's nothing we can do." Chu Chen spread his hands, looking regretful.

He fumbled in his pocket for a while and pulled out a dark pill wrapped in waxed paper that smelled strange.

"Uncle, I see you have too much liver fire, which makes you prone to constipation. I happen to have a family heirloom 'Honesty Pill' here, which is specially used to cure all kinds of stubbornness. One pill is effective."

Chu Chen held the pills up to the elder's nose, enthusiastically promoting them.

The goatee elder looked at the pill, which was even uglier than a ball of mud, and smelled the stench of spoiled rice mixed with rotten vegetable leaves, and his stomach churned.

A flicker of fear crossed his eyes.

What is this little devil up to now?

"I won't eat it! Take it away from me!"

"It's not up to you."

Chu Chen held the pill in his hand and flicked it towards the elder's lips with his finger.

The dark pill traced a precise parabola and landed perfectly in Elder Zhang's mouth, sliding down his throat.

As soon as the pill entered my stomach, a cool sensation exploded from my dantian and rushed straight to the top of my head.

Elder Goatbeard felt a buzzing in his head, saw stars before his eyes, and his gaze became unfocused.

"Alright, now we can chat." Chu Chen dusted off his hands, pulled up a small stool, and sat down in front of the elder, like a well-behaved child ready to listen to a story.

"What's your name? What's your position in Xuanyao Valley? Who's your valley master? How many people are in your sect? How many defensive formations are there? Where's the treasure vault? Do you have any hidden treasures?"

Chu Chen asked a series of questions in one breath.

The goatee elder's eyes were vacant, and his mouth opened uncontrollably as he began to spill out all his secrets like beans pouring from a bamboo tube.

"My name is Wu De... the Third Elder of the Outer Sect of Xuanyao Valley... the Valley Master is Zhao Wuji..."

"The sect is located deep within the Kunlun Mountains, protected by a grand protective array overseen by the Grand Elder of the Inner Sect... The treasure vault is in a forbidden area, secured by three layers of mechanisms..."

"The most precious thing in the valley... is a Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Grass... It is said... to be the main ingredient for refining the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill... In three more years... it will be fully mature..."

"Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass?"

Chu Chen's previously listless eyes lit up the moment he heard the name.

He sat up straight, and his breathing became a little rapid.

You search high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly!

He searched for so long and went to so much trouble, wasn't it all for this legendary miracle drug?

"Grandpa, it looks like we need to go on a trip." Chu Chen turned around and gave Lin Jianguo, who was staring blankly, a bright smile.

Lin Jianguo was still in shock.

A martial arts master was defeated by a single mud ball?

Looking at his grandson's excited little face, he felt that his worldview had been refreshed once again.

After dealing with the elder, Chu Chen stood up, patted his backside, and turned his gaze to the Xuan Yao Valley disciples who were already terrified.

When the young men met Chu Chen's gaze, they all shuddered, their legs went weak, and they almost knelt down.

"Would you like to go over on your own, or should I invite you?" Chu Chen pointed towards the woodshed in the backyard.

The group exchanged glances and scrambled towards the woodshed.

It looked like some kind of refuge.

Chu Chen nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze to the door of the woodshed, where Zhou Tian was peeking in.

"Hey husky, come here."

Zhou Tian jumped up and came running over with a fawning smile on his face.

"Young...Young Master, did you call me?"

"From today onwards, you are the captain of the wood-chopping team in the backyard of Jishetang." Chu Chen patted his shoulder, speaking earnestly.

"These guys are your responsibility. Do a good job, and I'll give you an extra chicken leg tonight."

Zhou Tian was stunned.

team leader?

I got promoted?

He looked at the Xuan Yao Valley disciples whose cultivation was far superior to his, yet who were now behaving like little chicks, and then at the Third Elder, who was frozen in the hall with a flamboyant pose.

For the first time, he felt a sense of triumph.

"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!" Zhou Tian straightened his chest, gave a rather awkward military salute, and then strode arrogantly toward the woodshed.

"Listen up, all of you! From today onwards, I'm your boss! Those who don't work hard at chopping wood won't get food!"

From the backyard came Zhou Tian's triumphant roar.