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

"You two should have a fight."

The people of the Great Wilderness revere martial prowess, and many of the men in the village have martial arts skills. In ordinary households, besides farming, they also hunt and sell wild animals in the mountains.

Ordinary men would resolve their disagreements by resorting to force; in other words, if they quarreled, a fight would settle things without holding a grudge.

At everyone's urging, Zhang Lao Er took off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, and waved, saying, "Come on, let's have a fight. If I lose, I'll give Xiao Yue to you. If you lose, please don't bother Xiao Yue."

"Look at your behavior, I'm afraid I'll punch you to death."

Chen Futu grinned, handed the little sparrow to Dongfang Que, and then, surrounded by the villagers, went to an open space in the village.

"Hey kid from out of town, you're so skinny, are you even capable?"

"Zhang Lao Er is a trained fighter, with the strength of a Martial Grandmaster. Are you afraid?"

The men cheered, and the unmarried girls were the most excited, their eyes shining. Many of the bolder ones stared intently at Zhang Lao Er's muscular physique, while one of the girls shouted at Chen Fu Tu, "Brother Liu, why don't you take off your shirt too?"

"Don't be silly, that kid looks like he's got no guts, he'll probably blush and won't dare."

Even Dongfang Que joined in the commotion, "Brother Liu, take off your shirt and let them see if you have any muscles."

Chen Futu said with a dark face, "I suspect you want to take advantage of me, but I have no proof."

His words made the villagers burst into laughter.

Zhang Lao Er showed off his muscles; his biceps were bulging high and somewhat aesthetically pleasing, clearly indicating that he was very skilled in physical training.

Old Zhang and his wife were quite satisfied and said, "Second son, you need to work harder and beat that kid. Then I'll propose to Xiaoyue and try to have two children in three years."

"You're dreaming! You even want to lay a hand on my wife."

When in Rome, do as the Romans do, and he also threw off his shirt, revealing his fair figure.

Since his early years fighting on the battlefield, he has continuously comprehended various Taoist magic and supernatural powers in Baiyujing and honed his sword skills. Although his physique is not as robust as Zhang Lao Er's, his muscle lines are extremely well-defined.

The girls present became even more excited after watching it, some blushing, yet unable to resist continuing to look.

Liu Longyue, who was in seclusion, was awakened by the noise. Her gaze swept across the bustling village through the room, but instead of observing Zhang Lao Er, it fell on Chen Futu.

When she saw the familiar figure, her womanly face twitched.

She was still suspicious at first, but now she's pretty sure who this show-off is.

During her time in Daxia, she had a frank conversation with Chen Futu, which left a deep impression on her.

Whenever she thought of that scene, Liu Longyue blushed, then spat and cursed, "A dignified emperor like you has no shame! Instead of being a proper emperor, you come to the countryside to fight with people. Are you out of your mind?"

Despite saying that, she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips, and her cold heart was gradually being ignited, becoming increasingly gentle.

The man never gave up on her. He silently approached her and, no wonder, kept asking to hold the child.

But she didn't want to acknowledge them now; she had more important things to do.

Thinking of this, Liu Longyue transmitted her voice and said, "Boy, I know you are very strong, but the Zhang family means no harm. Don't hurt anyone."

Chen Futu was taken aback, and privately replied, "What do you take me for? I suppressed him to the level of a Martial Grandmaster and fought him. Even if I only used one finger, he still couldn't beat me."

“Give Brother Zhang some face. He has a very kind heart and has taken good care of my son and me.”

"Little Yueyue, do you like him?"

"I don't like it. I have a husband."

"Isn't your husband dead?"

"My husband will always live in my heart."

Liu Longyue was a woman who knew how to provoke people. Chen Futu was so angry he wanted to grind his teeth. He provocatively said, "Don't I have a good figure? How about we do a little sometime?"

"What are you doing?"

"Pick me up and bounce me around."

"Heh, you lecher, go find some women in the village to have your way with. If you dare say anything lewd to me again, believe me, I'll castrate you."

"Tsk tsk tsk, fine, don't tell me then."

Feeling awkward, Chen Futu reached out to Zhang Lao Er, who was eyeing him menacingly, and said, "Come on, I'm in a good mood today, I'll spar with you a few times."

"Kid, it seems you're all show and no substance."

Zhang Lao Er roared and pounced forward, his movements as a hungry tiger hunting its prey were quite impressive.

Unfortunately, he chose the wrong opponent. Chen Futu's current cultivation level and bloodline foundation were enough to suppress not only Martial Grandmasters but even Martial Artists. With a little effort, he could easily cripple Zhang Lao Er, but he had to give Liu Longyue some face.

Chirp!

The two fought a spectacular sight, exchanging blows with great intensity, while the villagers cheered excitedly, waving flags and shouting encouragement to both sides.

Liu Longyue shook her head helplessly. She suddenly understood why Qin Liangyu used to like to beat the Holy Emperor so much. Her husband could be quite annoying sometimes.

The contest didn't last long, and Zhang Lao Er was no match for him. But Chen Futu gave him plenty of face, knocking Zhang Lao Er to the ground and then pretending to be out of breath, asking, "Do you submit?"

"I give up, I give up..."

I don't know about others, but Zhang Lao Er felt it the most. The young man opposite him looked weak, but the attack he launched was mixed with a soft internal force that swept through his meridians, causing him to feel terrible pain all over his body even though he didn't appear to be seriously injured.

Chen Futu did it on purpose. The Zhang family were all good people, but that didn't stop him from beating up the guy who dared to covet his wife.

"Amazing!"

"Brother Liu, you're the best!"

Dongfang Que and the girls present burst into laughter.

I never expected that this seemingly weak young master would be so powerful, even able to defeat Zhang Lao Er, a martial arts master.

"Ah, you're awesome."

Little Li'er stretched out her chubby little hands and called out in a childish voice.

Chen Futu hugged him tightly and said smugly, "Of course, your father is the most powerful."

When the Zhang family saw that Zhang Lao Er had been defeated, they all sighed and lamented.

Zhang the hunter glared disappointedly at Zhang Lao Er, who was still lying on the ground, and said to Chen Futu, "Brother Liu is very strong. Now that Xiao Yue has someone to rely on, our Zhang family can rest assured."

"I will treat Xiaoyue with all my heart, so please rest assured, old man."

Chen Futu publicly revealed his feelings, which once again drew cheers and jeers. Afterwards, Chen Futu asked the village head to take the prey away so that they could have a bonfire feast that night and everyone could have some fun.

"Brother Liu is so generous!"

"Let's have a few more drinks tonight, then pick a date to marry Xiaoyue, and you can settle down in our deserted village afterward."

The villagers are simple and honest, with little scheming or backstabbing. Those who are tough, resilient, and bold can easily integrate into the village.

That evening, a bonfire feast was held in the village. Pigs and sheep were slaughtered, and the aroma filled the air. The girls sang and danced, having a great time. Even Liu Longyue came out of her room to join the feast.

Zhang Lao Er dared not look at her, as if he felt he had lost to a boy from outside the mountains, losing face and the woman he loved.