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

"kill!"

Hundreds of soldiers drew their bows and shot arrows, turning Da Shi and a group of sick tribesmen behind him into pincushions before they could even react.

Looking at the sick tribesmen being harvested, Chen Futu felt an overwhelming sense of sorrow.

On the way here, he had actually tried to persuade Da Shi to hide and bypass the pass to return to his homeland, but Da Shi disagreed. He said that his clan had done a good job in guarding the earth's veins and should return to their homeland openly. Even if the dynasty changed, there should be a history book to record the achievements of his clan, and the new dynasty would not target them.

Chen Futu knew very well that the people of the "Sick Clan" were born into an isolated environment and were too naive.

In this world, there is no such thing as a free lunch. After the change of dynasties, they are just remnants of the previous dynasty. Moreover, after such a long time, the later dynasties are even less likely to remember their clan. All that awaits them is death.

"Why! Why are you killing us!"

"Waaaaah! I want to go home, go home!"

Da Shi was still alive, his body riddled with arrows, and he brandished a knife, demanding an explanation. However, he was beheaded by a cavalryman.

"Big Stone—"

The old man leaned shakily against the cart, watching in despair as his people were slaughtered in front of the formidable pass.

"Heavens above! Why is this happening? Why is this happening!"

"You old, undead monster, I'll send you to hell with me!"

The general spurred his horse forward and with a single stroke, lifted the old man up with his sword, cutting him in two.

"Fight them! We want to go home!"

"kill!"

The surviving members of the diseased tribe went completely mad, drawing their weapons and screaming like moths to a flame.

Before Chen Futu could step forward, the vast energy drew the unconscious child, who was still lying on the cart, to his side.

With his current suppressed martial arts cultivation, protecting these children was already the best he could do.

Perhaps the system had foreseen this outcome long ago. It did it on purpose, deliberately suppressing the host's cultivation and making the host watch helplessly as the diseased race was wiped out.

"There are still survivors. Take them down!"

The general refused to let anyone go, even though Chen Futu appeared perfectly normal.

Chen Futu used his inner energy to protect dozens of children and said coldly, "You kill without asking why. They are all people who have made contributions. Do you think you are worthy of their achievements?"

"Heh, achievements? What achievements could a bunch of monsters have? But you, kid, are quite capable. You're only at the peak of the martial arts realm, yet you possess such profound internal strength." The general rode his tall horse arrogantly, blood still dripping from his blade.

Seeing his arrogant demeanor, Chen Futu gradually became irritated.

He really wanted to wipe this magnificent pass off with a single slap!

Unfortunately, I cannot use weapons, laws, or rules at the moment; all I have is my abundant true energy.

"kill him."

The general gave the order, and arrows rained down like rain.

These soldiers are very strong, some of them have reached the level of martial arts masters. If Chen Futu hadn't brought these children with him, he could have avoided them, but now he can't.

He stood still, his inner energy transforming into a shield to deflect the rain of arrows.

Fortunately, even after his realm was suppressed, the amount of his true essence was still at the peak of the Great Sage level, which was inexhaustible. Therefore, although the dense rain of arrows looked frightening, it could not break through his defense.

"This kid is strange. Abandon the bow and crossbow, go forward and kill him!"

The general gave another order, and Chen Futu's face darkened. He sat cross-legged on the ground, and a group of sleeping children were sent into the sky by the protective energy. He himself sat on the ground and let the swords and axes strike him. The soldiers used all their strength, but they still could not break through the protective energy.

"A bunch of useless trash, I'll handle this myself!"

The general rode his tall horse and came to kill them personally. He was King Wu, and killing a warrior was as easy as lifting a hand.

"Boy, you've dared to offend your grandpa! I'll kill you later and hang your corpse on the city wall as a warning to all!"

The general raised his sword and swung it at Chen Futu's head!

Chen Futu remained expressionless, raised his hand, and flicked his finger, sending out a drop of Dragon Emperor's blood. The general, before his blade could strike, staggered and fell off his horse, a bloody hole pierced through his brow, and he died with his eyes wide open.

"The general is dead!"

The sudden change threw the strategic pass into chaos.

Chen Futu said, "Get out of the way, or I will kill you without mercy."

Cultivation and all other methods were prohibited by the system, but the power of the Dragon Emperor's blood was no less. However, with his current level of cultivation, releasing just one drop of the Dragon Emperor's blood drained most of his true essence.

Seeing that their general was no match for them, the soldiers dared not stop them any longer and cautiously opened the door.

Chen Futu gave some instructions, telling them to send people to transport the bodies and put the children back on the cart.

In his youth, Chen Futu led a group of soldiers across the formidable pass toward the destination marked on the map.

Not long after the group left, Xiong Guan urgently sent a battle report to the imperial city, hoping to send strong warriors to provide support, and mentioned the Disease Clan.

Chen Futu knew there would be another great battle, and it would be troublesome if the sage intervened.

Fortunately, the ancestral home of the diseased tribe was not far away. The group traveled for about five days and arrived at the place, which was an abandoned small mountain village. Everywhere you looked, there were ruins and broken walls, and most traces had long since disappeared into the long river of history.

"System, is the anecdote complete?"

[Not yet completed]

"Why? Wasn't the job done once they were escorted back?"

[Because too many people from this disease group have died or been injured.]

"Fine, fine, so this is how you play it? You really think I care about your measly reward? I can break through to the Ancient Saint realm on my own!"

Chen Futu cursed the system, then dismissed all the soldiers. Afterward, he found a place to meditate and quietly seek an opportunity for enlightenment.

He didn't kill those soldiers because it wasn't his turn to do it; he had a premonition that the Disease Clan was not so simple.

Soon the children woke up one after another, and as expected, they panicked and cried as they searched for the bodies of their parents and relatives.

Chen Futu ignored the chaotic scene and only instructed Qinghe, who stumbled forward, to consider what to do next.

Qinghe looked at her grandfather's body in a daze, then led the weeping children to carry the body to its burial.

In just one day, the dilapidated village was filled with grave mounds.

The children were exhausted from crying, looking sickly, tired, and hungry.

They were filled with a sense of alienation and fear towards everything unfamiliar around them. They also knew that they could not go back. Now, they only had two paths: either escape or wait to be besieged and annihilated by the powerful forces and army of the dynasty.

"Big brother, are you really not going to help us? I don't know what to do next."

Qinghe knelt before the children, her eyes red with tears, asking them questions as the black spots on their bodies were unbearably itchy.

Chen Futu calmly said, "If Heaven is unjust, then you should seek justice yourselves. If you don't have the courage, then run away. You can hide in the deep mountains and forests."

Qinghe took a deep breath, then stood up and called all the children out of the village.

He said something, and the children all nodded, their eyes filled with resentment and madness.

For the next few days, the children stayed in the village, cooking for themselves and building small thatched huts to live in.

They knew this was just the calm before the storm.