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

"My lord, please rest here. If you need anything, you can ask the servants to do it."

The chief led Chen Futu and his party to the vicinity of an inn in the Dantu tribe and then left. He left in a hurry, seemingly intending to report the news that someone possessed the Black Demon Token.

Shen San dared not ask Chen Futu any further questions, but Shen Lu leaned closer and asked curiously, "Did you just show me a token?"

"Yes."

"What token?"

"I don't know either, it was a gift from someone else."

Chen Futu's feigned ignorance displeased Shen Lu. Seeing that she couldn't get any information out of him, she went into the room, muttering to herself.

The Dantu tribe is not large, at most the size of a county town, but even so, it is quite precious as a life oasis in the Black Sand Sea.

Those who rest in the tribe at this time are mostly merchants and wanderers from various places, and even more people from the Western Regions.

"Dantu is not as primitive as I imagined; it is quite unique."

The Dantu tribe is not isolated from the outside world; its architecture and facilities are quite exotic, with an overall white and green color scheme that contrasts sharply with the surrounding black desert.

Xiao Bai was hungry again. She bit her fingers and kept shaking Chen Futu's arm, so Chen Futu decided to take her out for a walk.

"Have you heard? The young master of Fanlou went to the Central Plains, only to be utterly defeated and his fate is unknown."

"Is this really true?"

"Of course, who would have thought that there are so many powerful figures in the Northern Frontier? Most importantly, the Northern Frontier is home to the Great Xia Kingdom. Now that Fanlou is coming to their door to demand their submission, isn't that just asking for war?"

"It is said that Chen Futu is stubborn and extremely arrogant. He captured the young master of Fanlou. I wonder what will happen to him. Do you think he dares to kill that young master?"

Inside a small shop, many people were discussing what was happening in the capital, and the speed at which the news spread impressed Chen Futu.

In fact, Chen Futu did not deliberately block the news before he came, and now he is not afraid of Fanlou coming to his door.

"Big brother, they seem to be talking about you."

Little White munched on a lamb leg, grinning from ear to ear.

Chen Futu smiled and said, "They all want my brother dead. What do you think we should do?"

"It's spilled, it's all spilled."

Little Bai waved his little fists indistinctly, his face full of innocent joy.

Although she is foolish, she has a pure heart. Her older brother is above all else, and she doesn't mind sending him to his death with a single punch if he poses any threat.

As for Zhang Sanfeng, he remained expressionless, closing his eyes to rest and not eating.

Chen Futu noticed something: although the old man was a manifestation of a dark personality, his usual behavior was normal. As expected of a cultivator in the martial arts world, his temperament was indeed high. Perhaps only in battle could one see his dark side.

On the other side, the junior chief who had led Chen Futu and his party to Dantu hurriedly went deep into the tribe. In a magnificent exotic building, he met the chief of Dantu, the King of Dantu.

A man in his forties, wearing a loose gold robe, with unkempt hair, a large beard, and covered in gold and silver jewelry, with a string of conspicuous blood beads hanging around his neck.

"The Black Order?"

Upon hearing the report, the King of Dantu was taken aback. The leader respectfully replied, "It is absolutely true. I saw it with my own eyes. It is not a copy."

How could someone from the Central Plains have a Black Demon Token?

King Dantu stood up, looking surprised and suspicious. It would be fine if it were an ordinary force that was backing him, but it had to be that place.

The leader whispered, "I have made proper arrangements for the caravan. They seem to be heading to the Western Regions."

"I understand. You take good care of them first, and I'll find out the details."

King Dantu waved his hand, and the leader, not daring to be negligent, hurriedly left the main hall.

After he left, the hunched woman, who was hugging herself, entered the hall. She was wearing a purple-gold robe and looked very young, but she had the appearance of an old man.

"Grandma Jin, do you know the origins of those people from the Central Plains?" King Dantu asked seriously.

Granny Jin smiled and said, "Have you forgotten that not long ago the Holy Maiden personally went to the Central Plains and brought back the seriously injured Dharma King?"

"You mean the Black Demon Token was bestowed by the Holy Maiden?" King Dantu was quite surprised. He knew that the Black Demon Token was extremely important in the Sand Sea. Possessing the Black Demon Token was equivalent to the Holy Maiden's personal presence and represented the supreme authority of the Sand Sea.

Granny Jin lowered her voice, "Not only do I know that the token was given by the Holy Maiden, but I also know the identity of the young man who holds the token."

"who is it?"

"King of the Northern Frontier... no, he should now be called the Great Sage Emperor, Chen Futu."

"It's him!"

King Dantu was so shocked that he stood up abruptly from his throne, his expression blank for a few seconds before being replaced by fervor. "Are you sure it's him!"

"It's not certain yet; we'll have to wait and see."

Granny Jin paced back and forth with her cane. "Your Majesty, this is an opportunity. The Black Demon Token is in my favor. Moreover, the young master of Brahma Tower is suspected of being captured by Chen Futu. Four of the Six Vajras escaped back, but one of them is too badly injured and is temporarily recuperating here. We can notify him to come and identify the young man. As long as we confirm that the young man is the Great Sage Emperor, we can use this as an excuse to keep him here and wait for Brahma Tower to send reinforcements to kill him, while secretly obtaining the Black Demon Token."

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

"By obtaining the Black Demon Token, we can also do Fanlou a favor, allowing us Dantu to have the best of both worlds."

The more Dantu King thought about it, the more excited he became, and finally he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Without delay, Granny Jin immediately went to find the Vajra who had been placed deep in the tribe to recuperate.

Chen Futu was naturally unaware that the King of Dantu had designs on him. He took Xiaobai and Zhang Sanfeng to enjoy the sights of the tribe for a while, and then went to the lush green lakeside.

Throughout this process, someone was watching from a distance; it was the leader's retinue.

Zhang Sanfeng asked, "Should we kill him?"

“Old man, don’t be so aggressive. Don’t you think this is interesting? Two of the six Vajra are dead, and the remaining four have escaped. They are very likely to pass through here. Is it possible that Fanlou is related to Dantu, and our arrival has been watched?”

"Young master, would you like to go fishing?"

"If they make a move, I will take the opportunity to control Dantu. The desert oasis can earn a lot of money every year just from the tolls. Why shouldn't this income go into the pocket of my dynasty?"

Chen Futu had just looked closely and noticed that groups of all sizes would pass through the tribe from time to time, bringing various local specialties, agates, gemstones, ivory, and spices. These valuable items were highly sought after by aristocratic families in the Central Plains, and they would seize them.

Of course, the mighty Emperor was no bandit; if the other party didn't make a move, he would really lose face.

Zhang Sanfeng understood, so he lowered his eyes and asked no more questions.

After strolling around, the group returned to the luxurious inn.

Because of the existence of the Black Demon Token, the people of Dantu were very enthusiastic towards Shen San and his group, and almost always granted their requests. This pleased Shen San greatly, and he even changed his way of addressing Chen Futu, from "young hero" to "young master".

Chen Futu asked, "How long does Mr. Shen plan to stay here?"

"Three days."

Shen San was well-versed in business; he knew that a long journey required rest, otherwise the fatigue of the past few days would not be enough to sustain him on the road ahead.

"Okay, then let's rest for three days."

Chen Futu looked towards the direction of the Dantu Royal Palace, a smile playing on his lips. "What will you choose?"