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

Inside the main hall, the air still carried a smell of gunpowder and a faint odor of urine.

The soldiers moved swiftly, in pairs, carrying the frozen Wu De out like a strangely shaped sculpture.

Commander Zhou looked at his two guards, their faces bruised and swollen, and then at the cannons that had not yet been removed outside the gate, and let out a long sigh.

He walked over to Chu Chen, squatted down, his eyes filled with gratitude mixed with a hint of guilt.

"Young miracle doctor, I owe you a favor for what happened today."

Chu Chen lifted his small face from the chessboard, grabbed a handful of white pieces, and stuffed them into his pocket.

"Grandpa Zhou, have your men tidy this up."

He pointed to the messy ground, then to the Xuanyao Valley disciple who had been frozen in place and had wet his pants in fear.

"The smell is too strong; it's affecting my appetite."

Chief Zhou's lips twitched, and he waved for Li Weiguo to handle it.

Lin Jianguo walked over and asked cautiously.

"Chen'er, are we... really going to Kunlun Mountain?"

"Go ahead," Chu Chen nodded matter-of-factly, "but not now."

He jumped off the chair and stretched.

"Grandpa, let's go on a picnic first."

"A picnic?"

Lin Jianguo and Chief Zhou were both stunned.

What time of day is this? Still going on a picnic?

"That's right." Chu Chen counted on his fingers, "Mom's health has just stabilized, and she needs to recuperate in a better place. Didn't you say Grandpa Zhou gave us a big garden? Let's move."

He patted Lin Jianguo's arm.

"Let's just say it's like... the whole family went on a trip together."

Lin Jianguo's mind completely went blank.

Having just fought a battle with a reclusive sect and captured an elder, they now want to move their entire family to an abandoned royal garden?

He couldn't keep up with the pace.

But Chief Zhou understood.

Looking into Chu Chen's clear eyes, he felt a mix of emotions.

This little devil, he says he's going on a picnic, but actually he's going to become a mountain king!

"Alright! I'll arrange it right away!" Chief Zhou made the decision.

He stood up and gave the order to Li Weiguo.

"Weiguo, you personally lead the team, bring over an engineer and a transport company, and ensure the Lin family's relocation goes smoothly. Not a single thing can be missing!"

"Yes, sir!" Li Weiguo saluted and turned to make a phone call.

Half a day later.

The entire Baicao Street was placed under martial law.

A luxurious moving convoy stretched from the entrance of Jishetang to the end of the street.

A military heavy truck led the way, its cargo covered with a thick tarpaulin, inside which was the enormous Nine Dragon Cauldron.

Following behind was a medical vehicle converted from an ambulance, where Lin Xiu lay, with Liu Zhen and several nurses beside her, providing 24-hour care.

Behind them was another heavy truck, towing the same CT scanner that was also covered by a tarpaulin.

The Lin family's various valuable furniture and medicinal herbs filled more than a dozen trucks.

At the very back of the procession was an open-top military truck carrying a group of dejected men in black robes.

Zhou Tian paced back and forth in the carriage with his hands behind his back, like a leader.

"Sit up straight, all of you! Didn't you eat? Who are you all trying to impress with your heads hanging down like that?!"

He walked up to the Third Elder named Wu De and kicked him in the butt.

"Especially you! As my deputy, you need to set a good example! Look at your seductive pose, anyone who didn't know better would think we're going to a beauty pageant!"

Elder Wu De was freed from his immobilization by Chu Chen, but after being given medicine, he was sore and weak that he didn't even have the strength to glare at anyone.

He sat on the car floor in humiliation, listening to Zhou Tian's reprimands, feeling like he wanted to die.

The convoy drove out of Beijing city and headed towards the western suburbs.

Along both sides of the road, countless eyes secretly observing recorded this truly spectacular scene.

The young, miraculous doctor from the Chu family of Jishetang moved away, leading his army and taking prisoners with him.

The royal gardens in the western suburbs.

This place has been abandoned for many years. The vermilion palace gates are mottled and peeling, and the stone lions in front of the gates are covered with moss.

The tall walls enclosed a vast expanse of land, overgrown with weeds, with pavilions and towers appearing and disappearing in the distance, exuding a sense of desolation and decay.

When the convoy stopped at the entrance, Lin Jianguo looked at the scene before him and felt a little uneasy.

"Chen'er, is this place... habitable?"

"Yes." Chu Chen jumped out of the car and took a deep breath.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees and the aroma of earth.

More importantly, he sensed a faint yet pure current of air slowly rising from the depths of the earth.

"Grandpa, smell this." Chu Chen tugged at Lin Jianguo's hand. "The air here is much better than in the city; it smells sweet."

Lin Jianguo took a deep sniff, but could only smell a muddy, earthy odor.

Chu Chen didn't explain further.

He walked around the vast garden, and the more he walked, the brighter his eyes became.

That's right, there's a faint dragon vein below this place.

Although it cannot compare to the Nine Heavens Dragon Vein under his previous life's temple, it is already considered a blessed land on this planet with depleted spiritual energy.

"This is it." Chu Chen stood atop a rockery, overlooking the entire garden, a satisfied smile on his face.

He turned back to Lin Jianguo and waved his hand with great pride.

"Grandpa, this is our home from now on!"

"I've decided, I'm going to set up a 'Nine Dragons Locking the Heavens Formation' here, a hundred times more powerful than the one in the backyard!"

Lin Jianguo was completely confused, but seeing his grandson's confident and authoritative manner, he felt his blood boil.

"Okay! Grandpa will listen to you!"

Although the resettlement process was complicated, everything proceeded smoothly with the help of the engineering company.

A palace with the best location near the lake was cleared out to serve as Lin Xiu's "new ward".

The Nine Dragon Cauldron was placed in the center of the courtyard, and the CT scanner was also connected to a temporary dedicated power line.

As for Zhou Tian and his "captured brigade," they were driven to the most remote courtyard to continue their wood-chopping business.

As evening fell, the afterglow of the setting sun gilded the ancient garden with a golden edge.

Chu Chen and Lin Jianguo sat in the pavilion by the lake.

The lake was calm, reflecting the sunset on the horizon.

"Chen'er, even now, Grandpa still feels like I'm dreaming." Lin Jianguo looked into the distance, filled with emotion.

Just a few days ago, he was an ordinary old man tending his pharmacy, worrying about his daughter's illness.

Now, he lives in the royal gardens and manages a group of "farmhands" who can scale walls and leap across rooftops.

"Grandpa, this is nothing," Chu Chen mumbled, munching on an apple.

He gazed at the last rays of sunset on the horizon, his eyes sparkling.

"The capital city is still too small."

"When Mom wakes up, I'll take you to see a bigger world. Then, we won't stay in the garden; we'll live in the Heavenly Palace."

Lin Jianguo smiled and shook his head, taking it as just the innocent words of a child.

At that very moment, deep within the Kunlun Mountains, in the Valley of Mysterious Medicine.

Inside an ancient and simple hall, rows of soul lamps and jade slips are enshrined.

"Snapped!"

At the very top, a jade slip inscribed with the words "Wu De" shattered without warning.

The disciples guarding the temple were terrified and scrambled towards the forbidden area behind the mountain.

A moment later, a terrifying aura surged into the sky from the forbidden area, shaking the entire Xuanyao Valley.

A chilling, emotionless voice echoed in the ears of every disciple of Xuanyao Valley.

"Relay my Valley Master's order!"

"Inner sect elder, come with me down the mountain!"

"I will make that capital city flow with rivers of blood!"

at the same time.

A black Hongqi sedan slowly pulled up at the entrance of the West Suburbs Garden.

There were no license plates on the vehicle.

A middle-aged man wearing a Zhongshan suit, with an ordinary face but sharp, eagle-like eyes, stepped off the car.

He walked straight up to Li Weiguo, who was directing the soldiers to repair the gate.

When Li Weiguo saw the person approaching, his expression changed, and he instinctively stood up straight and gave a military salute.

The middle-aged man simply nodded slightly and took out a red envelope without any markings from his pocket.

"My husband would like to invite Mr. Chu for a chat."

His voice was straightforward, yet it carried an undeniable power.