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

Zhao Tiansha turned his neck stiffly.

That chilling aura was not an illusion.

In the thick fog, a beautifully sculpted child stood less than half a meter behind him.

The child, holding an empty bamboo skewer, tilted his head and curiously examined him with his clear, black and white eyes.

"Uncle, you run so slowly."

Zhao Tiansha's hair stood on end in an instant.

He didn't even notice how the child got close.

"Little beast..."

He was about to roar out the word "life" when he saw the child put the bare bamboo skewer in his mouth and lick it with lingering satisfaction.

That bamboo skewer had just killed an inner disciple of the Mystic Medicine Valley.

"Aaaaaah! I'll fight you to the death!"

Zhao Tiansha has completely gone mad.

His protective aura, accumulated over a lifetime, exploded with a deafening roar. He became like a madman, displaying a resolute determination to destroy everything, and struck out with both palms at Chu Chen.

This palm strike burned his life essence.

He wants to drag this little devil down to hell with him.

However, his palms, powerful enough to level a small hill, passed through Chu Chen's body without any hindrance.

Like passing through a cloud of air

Chu Chen's figure slowly faded and disappeared before his eyes.

And the face on the trunk of the big tree he crashed into laughed even harder.

"Haha, you can't hit me, you can't hit me..."

The stone lion guarding the house in the courtyard also raised one paw and beckoned to him, just like a human.

"Come on, chase me..."

The world in Zhao Tiansha's eyes completely collapsed.

He let out a beastly roar that sounded inhuman and turned to run.

He didn't know where to run to; he just wanted to get as far away from this awful place as possible.

……

The atmosphere was oppressive in a temporary command post disguised as a civilian house outside Qianlong Residence.

Several huge screens occupied the entire wall.

The main screen displays a satellite thermal image taken from above.

The area around Qianlong Residence was shrouded in an unnatural "black mist" devoid of any energy fluctuations.

"Report to Number One: We have lost seven heat source signals since the target entered."

A technician reported to his supervisor without turning his head.

"The last heat source, which is our main target, is undergoing high-speed, irregular movement."

On the screen, a bright red dot representing Zhao Tiansha was frantically bouncing back and forth in the black mist area like a headless fly.

"His heart rate exceeded 240 beats per minute... his adrenaline level was off the charts."

He was afraid.

The elderly man in the Zhongshan suit, who was also number one, stared at the screen and slowly spoke.

Li Weiguo and Falcon stood ramrod straight beside him, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.

They had witnessed Chu Chen's methods before, but the impact was even more terrifying when those methods were transformed into cold, hard data on the screen.

"Is the drone still unable to get in?" Number One asked.

"No way," the technician shook his head. "Any electronic device entering that area will lose signal and become completely disconnected within three seconds, like...like falling into a black hole."

Number One remained silent.

He looked at the wildly darting red dot, then at the faint, almost imperceptible heat source at the center of the black mist.

That heat source is Chu Chen

"Switch the camera to the center and zoom in," Number One ordered.

The technicians immediately took action

Just then, the black mist on the screen began to dissipate without warning.

It was as if an invisible hand was slowly drawing back a curtain from the center outwards.

The scene in the courtyard was clearly presented to everyone.

There were no bodies on the ground.

Those Xuanyao Valley disciples who disappeared seemed to have never existed.

An elderly man with white hair and beard was kneeling in the center of the courtyard, covered in blood, panting heavily, his eyes filled with collapse and despair.

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

On the enormous Nine Dragon Cauldron in front of him, a five-year-old child was sitting cross-legged, swinging his short legs.

He had somehow switched to a string of candied hawthorns in his hand.

Everyone in the command post instinctively held their breath.

"What...what did he do?" Falcon's voice was hoarse.

No one could answer him.

Zhao Tiansha also saw Chu Chen sitting on the cauldron. He saw him as a lifeline, but also as a death knell.

He struggled to stand up and try to escape.

Chu Chen bit into a candied hawthorn and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Disobedient."

He waved his hand casually

The thick fog that had been still in the courtyard suddenly began to boil.

Nine ferocious dragon shadows, formed from condensed white mist, roared and soared into the sky from the ground.

The technicians in the command center gasped as they watched nine enormous images suddenly appear on the screen, yet there was no heat response whatsoever.

"Ghost signal! An unknown energy entity has appeared on the screen!"

The nine mist dragons on the screen gave Zhao Tiansha no chance to react.

They swooped down like nine heaviest chains: one to the head, two to the shoulders, four to the limbs, and the remaining two tightly coiled around his waist.

"Bang!"

Zhao Tiansha was forcefully pressed to the ground by this irresistible force.

The bluestone pavement cracked like a spiderweb around him.

"puff--"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his old face instantly lost all color.

Even a Grandmaster's protective aura at its peak was as fragile as a sheet of paper in the face of these nine mist dragons.

"Spare...spare my life..."

Zhao Tiansha's bones creaked under the strain.

All his dignity and arrogance were shattered in that moment.

He began to frantically kowtow and beg for mercy like a wild dog with its spine broken.

"Immortal Master, spare my life! Senior, spare my life! I was wrong! Xuanyao Valley was blind to your greatness! Please, have mercy and spare my life!"

Chu Chen finally finished the candied hawthorn skewer.

He clapped his hands and lightly jumped down from the Nine Dragon Cauldron, which was taller than a person, landing steadily.

He walked up to Zhao Tiansha, who was lying on the ground, unable to even lift his head.

He held out the bamboo skewer, still coated with syrup, and poked Zhao Tiansha's old face, which was covered in mud and blood.

"You are the Grand Elder of Xuanyao Valley?"

Chu Chen tilted his head, looking innocent and naive.

"That's it?"

"I thought he was a really good fighter."

"That's so boring. Even the reserve members of our family's wood-chopping team are more energetic than you."

He pursed his lips, as if he was very disappointed with the toy he had found.

"Vegetables"

In the command center, Number One stared intently at the child on the screen, whose sweet, childlike voice uttered the most heart-wrenching words.

He picked up the heavy red-tipped fountain pen on the table and opened a file classified as top secret.

The first page of the file shows Chu Chen's ID photo when he was five years old.

The old man took a deep breath and wrote a few words with all his might under the photo.

National strategic assets must not be turned against us.

[It is recommended to activate the highest-level cooperation plan.]

He had just finished writing and was about to put down his pen

The child on the screen who had just been disciplining the prisoners suddenly stopped.

He slowly, very slowly raised his head.

Those clear, black and white eyes seemed to pierce through layers of space and through the command center's screen, landing precisely on every single face.

Then he grinned, revealing a bright, harmless smile.

"Click".

The pen in Number One's hand fell onto the table.

The command post was deathly silent.