After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

During a break from his journey, Chen Futu activated the monthly special offer shop.

In addition to the randomly summoned cards that were used up, some delicacies from another world were also refreshed.

Having not eaten for a long time, Chen Futu bought some fine pastries and snacks. Diao Chan loved the delicate strawberry cakes. It was her first time tasting this delicacy from another world, so she enjoyed it very much and smiled happily.

As for the woman with the sickle, Chen Futu casually tossed her two steamed buns, saying she could eat them or not.

Galan didn't say a word, squatting to the side gnawing on a dirty steamed bun, like a stray dog. Out of the corner of his eye, he would occasionally glance at the big fish and meat in front of Chen Futu and Diaochan, and subconsciously swallowed.

Little did she know that this would be her fate from then on. Chen Futu vowed to torment her, forcing her to sleep on the floor and eat only dry steamed buns soaked in plain water, never to have a hot meal.

After the meal, Chen Futu deliberately asked the woman with the sickle her name, only to learn that her name was Garan.

"Let's change the name, Xiao Hong is fine."

"Little Red is fine, as long as the owner is happy."

Garan understood that Chen Futu was deliberately humiliating her; the name was too casual, but unfortunately, she had no choice in the matter.

After two days of travel, Garan's cultivation gradually recovered. By the time she arrived at a town under Liu Bainian's rule, her cultivation had almost fully recovered. However, she looked like a disheveled beggar, and even her own father, one of the six palace masters, probably wouldn't recognize her.

Once Chen Futu entered the city, he took Diao Chan to the most luxurious inn and ordered Jialan to deal with that little beast. She had to catch him by tomorrow morning, or else she would face the consequences.

In a luxurious hotel room, Diao Chan played a tune on the zither, attracting the attention of many guests who wanted to see who was playing such elegant music. However, after sensing the murderous intent emanating from the room, no one dared to approach.

Chen Futu rested comfortably for a while, and his energy and spirit were greatly restored.

Diao Chan said softly, "Aren't you worried about her failing?"

"It would be better if he were dead."

Even though the system reminded him of the importance of Galan's identity, Chen Futu still couldn't stand her.

If I really die, that's fate.

As they were talking, a commotion arose outside. Looking out the window, they saw a young man in a white robe roaming the sparsely populated street.

The boy was good-looking, but his demeanor was extremely arrogant. His five or six companions were like crabs, knocking over people's stalls and cursing wherever they went. Moreover, a grandmaster followed closely behind the boy, holding a fierce-looking big yellow dog on a leash.

Chen Futu narrowed his eyes. "If nothing unexpected happens, it should be this kid. Otherwise, it's impossible for an ordinary person to have a Grandmaster by their side."

Diao Chan wholeheartedly agreed, her beautiful eyes darting around, "Your Majesty, shall I take action? Killing him would only take one palm strike."

"No need, I want to see them fight like dogs."

Chen Futu shook his wine glass, his expression growing increasingly cold.

Just then, a woman carrying a baby hurried by. Seemingly in a rush, she wasn't watching where she was going and accidentally bumped into the boy in white.

The woman was no match for the martial arts expert and fell straight to the ground, causing the swaddled baby in her arms to burst into tears.

"I'm so sorry, sir, I didn't mean it..."

The woman, fearing trouble, kept apologizing.

The boy craned his neck and said in a sinister tone, "If apologies were enough, what would be the point of having police officers?"

After saying that, he snatched the baby from the swaddling clothes and threw it to his dog. This scene shocked the people on the street, and for a moment, there were screams of terror everywhere.

"My son!"

The woman, her eyes wide with horror, rushed forward to save him, only to be kicked away, her blood and medicine bag scattered on the street.

The baby had already been targeted by the dog, and the vicious beast growled and opened its mouth to bite.

"court death!"

Chen Futu's face darkened, and he raised his hand to fire a burst of bullets.

The beast was no match for the Soul Hunter's attack; its head exploded on the spot, and its corpse twitched a few times before going still.

"Who dares to harm my beloved dog!"

The boy looked around the street in agitation.

The people scattered and fled, and even some police officers ran away as if avoiding a plague.

Seeing this scene, Chen Futu couldn't help but sigh, "Hell is empty, and the devils are on earth."

"So it was you who did it!"

The boy saw Chen Futu and stared at him with eyes that looked like he wanted to devour him.

Displeased, Diao Chan fiercely raised her snow-white hand, gathering her inner energy to kill her opponent with a single palm strike from afar.

Just then, a figure suddenly grabbed the baby and leaped to the side of the woman who was covered in blood and weeping bitterly. Upon closer inspection, it was Garan, who looked like a beggar with disheveled hair, and she was holding a chicken leg in her hand.

After handing the child over to the woman, she said to Chen Futu, "Master, I have no strength, so I cannot win."

"If you kill him, I will reward you with a meal; if you capture him alive, you can still enjoy some good food in the future."

"Thank you, Master. Just watch."

Galan took a few big bites of chicken leg meat, threw the bone on the ground, raised his hand and waved, and a kitchen knife flew out from the restaurant next door.

The boy was stunned for a few seconds, then burst into laughter, unable to straighten his back. "I said, where did you come from? Are you here to be funny?"

Garan's current appearance is completely different from that of the former young master. He is covered in dirt, his hair is disheveled, and his face is covered in blood. No one can recognize him at all.

The boy didn't recognize him, but the grandmaster behind him sensed an extremely dangerous aura and hurriedly pulled the boy behind him, saying, "Young master, let's go!"

"What are you afraid of? Who dares to touch me!"

The boy was just as arrogant as the previous Garan; perhaps this was the nature of those in high positions within the ancient temple.

Garan sneered, "Boy, I told you to leave but you wouldn't. Well then, stay."

"Arrogant! Elder Mu, break her legs!"

Instead of backing down, the boy continued to shout.

The next second, Galan made her move. Chen Futu thought that she would show some mercy to the people of the Ancient Palace, but he did not expect her to be so ruthless. In the instant their bodies crossed, she cut off the arm of the Grandmaster.

The boy's face turned pale. "How could this be... You, you are a Grandmaster!"

"Young Master, hurry! She's a peak Grandmaster!"

The powerful figure roared and continued to block Garan.

He was only at the early stage of Grandmaster, and was no match for Garan. With a flash of black light, his neck was slit with a single stroke. He stood frozen in place, swaying, blood gushing from the cut on his neck.

"Hehe, this cleaver is quite handy."

Galan frantically banged the kitchen knife, blood dripping down the cold blade, and the Grandmaster behind him fell silent with a thud.

Seeing his servant instantly killed, the boy finally realized the danger and turned to run away.

"Can you get away?"

Garan, in his afterimage, gave chase. In less than a breath, everyone around the boy was killed, their bodies scattered everywhere, blood staining the streets red.

The boy slumped to the ground, his face ashen. "What are you trying to do! I'm warning you, my father is a saint, and my grandfather is a saint too. If you dare kill me, they will wipe out your entire family!"

"Your father was a saint, your grandfather was a saint, but unfortunately you are not."

With a swift movement, Galan plunged the cleaver into the boy's shoulder blade. She moved closer, looking down with a wicked grin: "Scared? That's good."

"You are Garan...why?"

At such close range, the boy finally recognized the identity of the madwoman in front of him. He stared intently, his eyes filled with pain and confusion.