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

Looking at his grandson's serious little face, and then at the bowl of braised pork still steaming, Lin Jianguo's mind went completely blank.

He pulled Chu Chen into his arms, his voice trembling.

"Trap! Grandpa's going to buy you one right now! The biggest one! We'll trap all those mice to death!"

Li Weiguo, standing next to him, twitched his face and almost crushed the red booklet in his hand.

You call a martial arts master a mouse? And you even use a trap?

This line of thinking is indeed quite unique.

"Grandpa, no need to buy it." Chu Chen patted Lin Jianguo's arm, as if comforting a naive child. "We have it ready-made at home."

As he spoke, he turned to look at the "wood-chopping brigade" in the yard who were working hard to change the world.

Especially Wu De, the former martial arts master and current honorary captain who was in charge.

Wu Dezheng was vigorously smashing one stone against another when he heard Chu Chen's words. His hand trembled, and he almost smashed his own foot.

His heart skipped a beat; he had a bad feeling.

Just then, Falcon and Vermilion Bird strode in.

Falcon's face was grim. He walked straight up to Chu Chen and lowered his voice.

"Advisor Chu, the people from Xuanyao Valley have already arrived in the capital."

He paused, his tone tinged with seriousness, "The leader is Zhao Tiansha, the Grand Elder of the Inner Sect, a peak Grandmaster, with one foot already in that realm."

"According to our reports, their purpose here is ill; they're coming straight for you. The commander suggests you temporarily withdraw and that we handle the situation..."

Before Falcon could finish speaking, Chu Chen interrupted him.

"Avoid?" Chu Chen tilted his head, peeked out from Lin Jianguo's arms, and took a bite of the meat bun.

He spoke indistinctly, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Why should we avoid it? We've already come all this way, we should at least leave something for Qianlong Residence."

He stretched out his greasy little hand and pointed to the few newly cultivated vegetable plots in the corner of the yard.

"Those plots of land look pretty barren; they really need fertilizer."

"puff--"

Li Weiguo couldn't catch his breath and started coughing violently.

Falcon and Vermilion Bird were also frozen in place.

fertilizer?

You call a half-step Grandmaster and a group of inner sect experts "fertilizer"?

How exactly does this child's brain circuit work?

"Zhou Tian!" Chu Chen ignored the petrified people and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Yes, Master Chen! Your humble servant is here!"

Zhou Tian dropped the axe in his hand and scrambled over, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

"Go, call all your wood-chopping brothers." Chu Chen pointed with his chopsticks at the small mountain of firewood piled up in the yard. "Pile this firewood in the very center of the yard, make it high up, into the shape of a pagoda."

"Huh?" Zhou Tian was stunned. "Master Chen, this...this late at night, instead of chopping wood, you're doing performance art?"

"Just go when I tell you to, stop with the nonsense." Chu Chen rolled his eyes at him. "If you don't do a good job, you can forget about braised pork tonight."

Upon hearing the word "braised pork," Zhou Tian's eyes lit up, and he instantly perked up.

"Alright! Just you wait and see!"

He turned and ran, yelling as he went, directing the group of once high and mighty masters and international spies to start moving firewood.

"Get moving! Haven't you eaten yet?! Master Chen said there's extra food tonight! If you don't do a good job, nobody's getting any meat!"

For a time, the entire backyard of Qianlong Residence was bustling with activity.

A group of powerful figures who could normally fly and teleport were now working hard for a few bites of food, creating an indescribably bizarre scene.

Chu Chen then turned his gaze to Wu De.

"Old Wu."

Wu De shuddered and nearly collapsed to the ground. "Advisor Chu... what are your orders?"

"Don't be nervous." Chu Chen smiled and beckoned, "Come here, I'll get you a good job."

He pointed to several specific locations in the yard, as if he were arranging a few vases.

"You, stand under that willow tree."

"Your disciples and their followers, each stand on one of those stone pillars."

"Remember, stand up straight and don't move around. When someone comes, you'll be responsible for acting as landmarks, understand?"

Wu De's heart skipped a beat when he saw the directions Chu Chen was pointing to.

Those positions, seemingly random, subtly correspond to the nodes of some kind of formation.

He instantly understood that Chu Chen was using them as bait!

Wu De's face turned pale instantly.

He knew that the Grand Elder had definitely come to rescue him.

But he also knew that this little devil in front of him really dared to bury him as fertilizer!

On one side is the hope of being rescued, and on the other is the fear of being slapped to death at any moment.

Wu De stood under the willow tree, his legs shaking uncontrollably. He felt that he had never been so conflicted in his life.

Soon, a "pagoda" made of fine firewood rose up in the center of the courtyard.

Chu Chen nodded in satisfaction.

He patted the oil off his hands, jumped down from Lin Jianguo's arms, and then quickly climbed onto the Nine Dragon Cauldron in the center of the courtyard.

That national treasure, powerful enough to drive any museum curator mad, has now become his exclusive throne.

He swung his short legs, pulled a string of bright red candied hawthorns from his pocket, and licked it with relish.

Lin Jianguo, Li Weiguo, and the others just stared blankly at it.

Watching a five-year-old child sitting on the priceless Nine Dragon Cauldron, swinging his legs and eating candied hawthorns, with a pile of firewood that could be lit at any time next to him, and a group of martial arts masters being used as road signs.

The whole scene was utterly absurd.

"Grandpa, do you think the moon is bright tonight?" Chu Chen looked up at the night sky obscured by thick fog.

Lin Jianguo subconsciously looked up, but couldn't see anything in the sky.

"Chen'er, this...this fog is too thick."

"Not much." Chu Chen shook his head, bit off a candied hawthorn, and mumbled.

"The moon will definitely be big and round tonight."

He sighed softly, like a little old man who had seen a lot in life.

"A dark and windy night, perfect weather for murder... oh no, for harvesting."

Time passed, second by second.

It's almost midnight.

The entire Qianlong Residence was eerily quiet.

The only sounds were the occasional crackling of the firewood pile and the hushed boasting of Zhou Tian and his gang while guarding the prisoners.

Suddenly, a barely perceptible gust of cold wind blew in from outside the garden.

The thick fog that was slowly flowing in the courtyard seemed to have been stirred by something, and it stopped abruptly.

Li Weiguo and Falcon's expressions changed instantly, and their hands instinctively went to the gun handles at their waists.

coming!

"Who are you, you coward, daring to play tricks here!"

A furious roar, as loud as a bell, came from the depths of the thick fog, making people's eardrums ache.

"Get out here and face your death!"

Before the words were finished, seven or eight dark figures, like ghosts, pierced through the thick fog that was enough to disable satellites and landed silently on the courtyard wall.

Leading the group was none other than Zhao Tiansha, the Grand Elder of Xuanyao Valley.

He looked down at the courtyard from his high vantage point, and when he saw Wu De standing under the willow tree, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

But when his gaze swept over the ancient Nine Dragon Cauldron in the center of the courtyard, and the child sitting on the cauldron licking a candied hawthorn, his brows furrowed deeply.

"Wu De, how dare you!" a young disciple beside Zhao Tiansha shouted angrily, "Why don't you kneel before the Grand Elder!"

Wu De trembled all over, wanting to kneel, but dared not move.

He secretly glanced at the small figure on the Nine Dragon Cauldron, only to see that the other person was still slowly eating candied hawthorns without even lifting an eyelid.

"Elder...Elder..." Wu De's voice trembled with tears, "Save...save me..."

"waste!"

Zhao Tiansha snorted coldly and ignored him.

His gaze was fixed intently on Chu Chen.

A five-year-old child?

This little beast crippled Wu De and dared to detain his Xuan Yao Valley disciples.

"You are that little bastard from the Lin family?" Zhao Tiansha's voice was devoid of any emotion.

Chu Chen finally finished the last candied hawthorn.

He licked the bamboo skewer with lingering satisfaction before raising his head and looking at the people on the wall with his clear black and white eyes.

He didn't answer Zhao Tiansha's question, but instead spoke up like a curious child.

"Uncles, are you the big rats my grandpa talked about?"

"court death!"

The young disciple behind Zhao Tiansha was furious. He could no longer hold back. With a swift movement, he leaped down from the wall like a large bird, his five fingers forming claws. With a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, he pounced straight at Chu Chen's head!

He wanted to crush the head of this arrogant little bastard in front of everyone!

Li Weiguo and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they were about to draw their guns.

Chu Chen, however, made a move.

He simply tossed the empty candied hawthorn skewer he was holding at the figure rushing towards him.

It's like throwing away a piece of useless trash.

The thin bamboo skewer traced a barely perceptible arc in mid-air.

"puff."

A soft sound.

The young disciple, who was halfway through his attack, suddenly froze and fell straight down from mid-air.

He fell to the ground and lay motionless.

A bamboo skewer was inserted into the center of the forehead, all the way to the root.