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

After Mao Xiang left, Chen Futu summoned a group of fierce generals under his command.

Upon hearing that a formidable enemy was approaching, Guan Yu stroked his beard and proudly declared, "My Spring and Autumn Blade Technique has improved once again, and I, Guan Yu, will also participate in this battle."

“My family, Ma Chao, has been nobles for generations. How could I be afraid of these filthy things?”

"Yang Zaixing is also willing to fight."

"And I, Gan Xingba, am also here!"

The generals all expressed their opinions, and Chen Futu laughed loudly, "Good, leave the Sage to Ji Wuchen and the others, and you can handle the rest."

Not only that, people from the painted boat, Zhongnan Mountain, and Tianji Pavilion also gathered in Baiyujing. Now they are all Jianghu forces in the Northern Frontier. Thanks to the King's care, how could they be willing to lag behind in times of crisis?

Chen Futu said seriously, "You need to think this through. This is not a joke. The Ancient Palace is ruthless and bloodthirsty. If you die, you can't blame anyone else."

Hua Yu said, "The King trusts us and has given us a place to settle down. Even as a woman, how could we be afraid?"

"Indeed, the disciples of Zhongnan Mountain are all tough guys. I've been wanting to have a go with them for a long time."

Azi's attitude was also very firm, while Tianjizi shook his head with a furrowed brow.

He can predict the future, so this battle will likely result in heavy losses.

The man in green said disdainfully, "Old man, if you're scared, go back to the pleasure boat and nurse."

His words made everyone struggle to hold back their laughter.

"Hey, look at what you're saying. I am, after all, the contemporary master of the Heavenly Secrets. Although I'm not very good at fighting, I still have some skills."

"Then why are you talking so much nonsense? Summon all your disciples and grand-disciples over here. This is a rare opportunity for them to gain experience."

Qingyi is right. It's hard for martial artists to grow up in a sheltered environment. Now that the Northern Frontier King is going head-to-head with the Asura Palace, this is both a calamity and an opportunity.

After everyone had left, Chen Futu called out to the system, "I plan to use the embryonic soil, do you have any suggestions?"

[It is recommended that the host create a martial arts practitioner if possible, so that the system can match the practitioner's talent in terms of strength after they are summoned. If the host creates a celestial being, the system cannot guarantee the strength of their cultivation.]

"Martial arts?"

Chen Futu stroked his chin, lost in thought.

Who is the strongest in martial arts again...?

After pondering for a long time, Chen Futu's eyes lit up, "Zhang Sanfeng!"

[He is a cultivator; it is not recommended that the host create such a person.]

"Okay, I'll think about it some more..."

Next, Chen Futu began to manipulate the clay in the system space. About an hour later, a strange aura appeared in Dragon City. Although it was only for a moment, it was keenly detected by Qingyi and the others.

Several sages looked solemnly at the highest point of Baiyujing, "What kind of aura is that? Why can't we see through it?"

"Could it be that Your Majesty has someone hiding behind you, and has now been invited?"

While everyone was puzzled, in the most luxurious room of Baiyujing, Chen Futu sat blankly on the throne, with a woman in flowing red robes in his arms. She had long, black hair, held a pot of wine in her hand, and her bewitching eyes seemed to see through people's hearts. Her lips were more beautiful than fire.

"you you you……"

"Your Majesty, let me introduce myself. I come from Blackwood Cliff, and they call me the Eastern Cult Leader."

"Holy crap! It's a man's voice!"

Chen Futu pushed him away with disgust.

He swayed and floated to the roof beam, where he lay on his side drinking wine, his lips growing even redder, his smile more radiant than fire.

"System, what are you doing? I wanted a female version of Dongfang Bubai! I even sculpted her breasts, and you gave me something neither male nor female!"

[The system is based on the original world's legends and has created the character Dongfang Bai.]

"No, I want the female version, the female version! I can't stand this."

Chen Futu strongly protested.

You shouldn't date a hermaphrodite, no matter how strong they are. Otherwise, if you spend too much time together, their sexual orientation might become problematic.

[Please note that this person's cultivation level is far higher than that of the saints in this world. Host, would you like to recreate this person? If you do, their cultivation level will be lowered.]

"Are you doing this on purpose? Do you think his cultivation level is too high and has disrupted the balance of this world, so you're here specifically to annoy me?"

Please do not slander the system; the system will not disobey the host's commands.

"Nonsense! I asked you to sell me the Saint Experience Card at a lower price before, but you wouldn't. You're a liar."

[Recycling in progress, please wait—]

With a ding, Dongfang Bubai on the roof beam disappeared. Before he vanished, his eyes held an indescribable resentment, and Chen Futu immediately shivered, his hair standing on end.

Ding!

[An unknown error occurred as this is the first time the system has used this function; a random error will be generated.]

"Can you be a little more reliable?"

Chen Futu frowned deeply. Suddenly, a red light flashed before his eyes, and a silly little girl in red appeared in front of him. She tilted her head, her little face was dirty like a big tabby cat, and there was a snot bubble hanging from the corner of her mouth. She was looking at Chen Futu with an extremely wise look and grinning foolishly.

Chen Futu looked bewildered. Where was the female version of Dongfang Bubai? Where was the domineering female lead? Why did this silly goose appear?

[Due to a system bug, the host will be compensated with a True Martial Sword, which was Zhang Sanfeng's personal sword.]

"Wait a minute, who is this silly girl? I don't recognize her."

Chen Futu had no time to care about the True Martial Sword; he just wanted to know how strong the person in front of him was.

[The host has already said that she doesn't have a name; she's called Silly Girl.]

"System, you son of a bitch! Give me back my Dongfang Bubai! Give me back my domineering female lead!"

Chen Futu knew Sha Gu all too well. Wasn't she just the daughter of Huang Yaoshi's eldest disciple? In the later stages, her strength was similar to that of the ruthless fairy Li Mochou. In this world, Li Mochou was roughly a Qingyi, and before advancing, a Qingyi was a Grandmaster. So, this Sha Gu was at most a peak Grandmaster. How could she possibly fight against the saints of the Asura Hall?

"System, do you think I'm stupid? I want an undefeated record in the East, and you give me a silly girl? What do you take me for? One True Martial Sword isn't enough, you have to compensate me! Otherwise, give me back the clay, and I'll sculpt a little Wu, wouldn't it be better to pet rabbits every day?"

[Host, please note that although an unknown bug has appeared in the system, Sha Gu's strength far surpasses that of a saint. You can think of her as a female version of Shi Potian.]

"Shi Potian!"

Chen Futu stared in shock at the silly girl sucking her fingers. This girl actually had the strength of Brother Dog?

Dog Bro is a human nuclear bomb!

[Please take good care of Silly Girl, otherwise she may cause a bloodbath. Also, please do not send her to the battlefield, otherwise the system will recall her.]

The system voice disappeared, and Chen Futu remained dazed.

The silly girl tilted her head, sucked on her finger, and her snot glistened. "Big brother, did you call me here?"

"Yes, silly girl... cough, no, I'll give you a new name, how about I call you Little White from now on?"

"Great, great, silly girl has a name now. Hehe, my name is Little White, Little Whitey—"

She danced around excitedly, snot flying onto Chen Futu, who was immediately speechless.

If it weren't for the system's endorsement, who would have thought that this little fool actually possessed heaven-defying cultivation?

On the other side, the sages looked at Bai Yujing again. They didn't know why, but there had been another fluctuation of aura that made them feel inexplicably uneasy. It was an indescribable violent aura that sent chills down their spines as soon as they sensed it.