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

Throughout history, conflicts between the martial arts world and its people have been frequent, but the imperial court generally did not intervene.

Now, the royal court has personally taken action and slaughtered six supreme experts, which is quite an explosive event in ancient history.

"How did the King of the Northern Frontier manage to do that?"

"Who would have thought that six saints would die like that?"

"It's unbelievable to think about. The royal court must be hiding a big secret. I don't think a little girl could do all this."

The news of the slaying of the saint spread like wildfire, centered in Dragon City.

Hua Yu immediately summoned a storyteller to adapt the incident into a story and spread it in the Hundred Flowers Pavilion. The influence of this incident continued to expand, even rivaling the impact of Chen Futu's coronation as king.

On the other side, Chen Futu issued an imperial edict, adopting Xiaobai as his sworn sister and bestowing upon her the title of Princess of the Royal Court.

This incident caused a great stir, and those who had previously doubted Xiaobai's abilities began to waver.

"Wang, Elder Nanming and Dean Nan of Taizhen request to see you."

Chen Futu waited for two days before Ge Fei brought back the news, and those old guys finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Let them come. I also want to see what the ancient palace is up to."

Fifteen minutes later, the two old men arrived together. The thin old man was not present; he was seriously injured, and even with Sun Simiao's treatment, it would not be easy for his condition to stabilize.

Tai Zhennan got straight to the point: "To be honest, Your Majesty, I would like to ask the venerable Physician Sun to make a trip to Shouyang Mountain. There is a fellow in our sect whose old illness has relapsed and he doesn't have much time left. We have searched all the famous doctors in the world at Shouyang Mountain but none of them could save his life. Please give me a chance, Your Majesty. As long as you ask, the academy will pay any price."

Chen Futu smiled and said, "In that case, I will ask for one million shi of grain."

"One million koku?"

Tai Zhennan stared wide-eyed, doubting that he had misheard.

One million shi is no small amount; the entire annual revenue of the Great Qian Dynasty is only twenty million shi.

"Is that too much? I think it's too little. You personally came to ask Physician Sun to treat your illness at Shouyang Mountain, which means that the other party is extraordinary. He is probably a saint. I think it's a good deal to exchange one million shi for the life of a saint."

"But……"

Tai Zhennan wanted to say something more, but Chen Futu waved his hand to interrupt him, "My mind is made up. I believe this amount of grain is not a difficult task for Shouyang Mountain."

"During the Great Qian Dynasty, all the princes and rebel kings were hoarding grain, and the common people had long since run out of surplus grain."

"If you don't have it, go find it. If you want something, you have to pay a price. Do I really need to teach you such a simple and easy-to-understand principle?"

"Ok."

Tai Zhennan had no choice but to sigh and leave to send messages to raise funds for food, because he knew he had to save the people.

After he left, Chen Futu looked at the fat old man and asked, "Speak, what business do you have with me?"

“Your Majesty, my mistress went to the Red Dust Ferry purely to carry out a mission. As far as I know, she did not harm the common people that day, nor did she kill anyone. Therefore, please, Your Majesty, show leniency and remove the Three Corpse Brain God Pill from my mistress.”

"You make it sound so easy. You think you can get rid of your mistress with just a few words? Do you think I'm that easy to fool? I'm already being exceptionally merciful by sparing her life."

How could Chen Futu possibly release her? Judging from the current situation, the God of Slaughter Temple values ​​Garan highly. Having her in hand would definitely be beneficial, at least making the God of Slaughter Temple hesitant to act rashly and dare not make a big move.

The fat old man said bitterly, "Your Majesty can set conditions. If you need food, the Temple of Killing Gods can think of a way."

"With the grain provided by Tianyang Academy, the Northern Frontier has enough to sustain itself until the mid-year harvest. As for what exactly you intend to do?"

Chen Futu's question was quite pointed. There were some things that the young Garan might not know, but this old man, as a guardian elder of the Temple of Killing Gods, was definitely qualified to obtain higher-level information.

As expected, the fat old man fell silent, hesitating and unwilling to speak plainly.

Chen Futu snorted coldly, "If you don't want to talk, then leave. I'm very busy, and I may not have time to see you again in the future."

Threat, naked threat.

The fat old man was both annoyed and amused; it had been many years since someone had threatened the ancient temple.

Unfortunately, Chen Futu had the resources; he had already wiped out the Asura Palace, so what else wouldn't he dare to do?

"Your Majesty, if I reveal some information, will you release the young master?" the fat old man asked hesitantly.

"It depends on whether the information you provide is valuable. If it satisfies me, I might be able to release him."

The final interpretation rests with Chen Futu; he can say whatever he wants.

The portly old man had no choice but to lean closer and lower his voice, "It's because of the struggle for the fate of the nation."

"The fate of the nation..."

Chen Futu's eyes flashed. He had roughly guessed this conclusion through the system before, but hearing it from the fat old man's mouth now gave him a different feeling.

Seeing Chen Futu's indifferent expression, the fat old man gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty may not know, but the Great Qian Dynasty is a dynasty supported by the Ancient Palace. The strength of the Great Qian Dynasty is related to the secrets of the highest level of the Ancient Palace. The previous plunder of the Heavenly Ruler was actually planned by the Ancient Palace behind the scenes. Similarly, Yin Jian's plunder of the Heavenly Secret Disc was also the same. A treasure of a transcendent power is not only related to the secrets of their sect, but also contains a vast fortune."

Chen Futu raised an eyebrow and asked the system, "Is luck important?"

[Replying to the host, this concerns the underlying logic of this plane, and the system cannot reveal too much. Please comprehend it on your own.]

"What's so hard to understand? I've watched so many movies and TV shows, and it's all about old monsters in ancient temples breaking through to higher realms. Their own aptitude isn't enough, so they have to rely on external forces."

[The system doesn't understand]

"Just keep pretending."

Chen Futu rolled his eyes, then said to the fat old man, "This is not enough. I want to know the Ancient Palace's next plan. If you really care about the Great Qian Dynasty, why do you let the rebel king run rampant? Or do you want to change your target?"

"Ah this..."

The fat old man's eyes became evasive, and he seemed a little guilty.

Chen Futu chuckled, “It seems I guessed right. The current trend is that the Great Qian is heading towards its end. Even you cannot stop the tide of history and can only follow the will of Heaven. The news that the Great Qian had allied with the Ancient Palace was actually a bluff to deter the Northern Frontier from sending troops south in the short term. At least before the Great Qian’s fate ends, you will find a new owner to replace it.”

After Chen Futu finished speaking, the fat old man neither denied nor admitted it, seemingly acquiescing to his statement.

"Let me guess again, who could be your target? The rebel king, taking advantage of the chaos to commit atrocities and cruelly exploit the people to satisfy his own desires, is probably not qualified. The prince is equally incompetent..."

Chen Futu's eyes became extremely sharp at this moment.

The fat old man shivered, avoided eye contact, and said awkwardly, "Your Majesty is overthinking it. Actually, those are top-level secrets, and I don't know them either."