Transmigrating into a book and receiving a system, cannon fodder rises to power by stepping on schem

The main hall was brightly lit, and Jian Yunzhou sat cross-legged in the center, surrounded by eighty-one oil lamps arranged in nine tiers.

The lights flickered and wisps of black smoke rose, forming a giant compass.

Jian Yunzhou frowned slightly, and just as he was about to open his eyes, a rather sharp sword aura rushed towards the oil lamp.

Chen An drew his sword to block the sword energy, but the gust of wind generated by the sword energy swept past and extinguished the three outermost lamps.

Qingyue suddenly turned around and saw Jian Yunzhou slowly lowering his head.

A wave of sorrow washed over her. She wanted to hug Jian Yunzhou, but her legs felt as if they were weighed down by heavy objects. She used all her strength to move a few steps.

With each step she took, her heart clenched, until Jian Yunzhou collapsed to the ground, at which point she mustered the courage to rush over.

Chen An drew his sword and rushed out of the main hall, determined to find the murderer.

Yihezong covers an area of ​​dozens of miles, and as far as the eye can see, there are mountains, rivers and pagodas.

Unwilling to give up, she released her spiritual power, but no trace of it could be detected.

With a thought, the thousands of formations within the sect activated simultaneously, relentlessly probing, but still to no avail.

A muffled thud came from behind him, and Chen An realized something was wrong. He rushed into the main hall, but Qing Yue and the other person were nowhere to be seen.

She quickly stepped forward and gently placed her hand on the spot where the two were embracing.

The green fluorescent light illuminated, and the traces left by the two as they left formed a path.

Following the directions, Chen An immediately went to find Qing Yue.

But he was stopped by a cane as he was leaving the store.

"Life and death are preordained, wealth and honor are determined by fate. Interfering in other people's karma can easily lead to good intentions gone wrong."

Elder Mingsan placed his hand on his cane and looked at Chen An.

Chen An understood this principle perfectly well, but Qing Yue was stubborn, and she would feel guilty if something happened to her.

Elder Mingsan saw through her thoughts but offered no advice.

It's not necessarily a good thing for young people to make breakthroughs too quickly. Without experiencing trials and tribulations, their resolve is easily unstable.

If we directly tell Chen An what to do, he still won't know how to handle the next time he encounters a similar situation. It's better to let Chen An figure it out himself.

Do you know why I'm here?

Chen An stared intently at the green light. Seeing the light dimming, he felt very unwilling, but perhaps, his master was right.

She forced a slightly strained smile, shook her head, and said, "I don't know, but it's enough that you came. I even went to Mingsan Peak to look for you before you came."

Elder Mingsan nodded in satisfaction. "I thought you'd forgotten about me since this old man didn't come to see you."

Chen An looked at his master and smiled, this time from the bottom of his heart.

Elder Mingsan took a big gulp of wine, his expression somewhat serious, and asked, "Tell me, what's the deal with those tamed demonic cultivator servants at the foot of the mountain?"

"Of course, it's for fighting against demonic cultivators." Chen An led Elder Mingsan toward the main peak, saying as they walked, "Instead of killing them directly, it's better to let them do some good deeds and atone for their sins."

Elder Mingsan turned to look at Chen An and stopped.

Chen An felt uneasy under his admiring gaze and cleared his throat to ask, "What's wrong, Master?"

"If you're willing, I'll stay here for now and help you capture the demonic cultivators."

Chen An's heart pounded; this was wonderful news! "Really?"

Why would I lie to you?

His master's image suddenly became incredibly lofty, and Chen An couldn't help but exclaim, "You truly are the most important master in the world."

Elder Mingsan waved his hand dismissively, saying, "It's always been like that; you just realized it too late."

"I'll go build your place right now; you can stay with me for now."

Elder Mingsan immediately refused, saying, "No need. I can't sleep soundly in this place you chose. I'll bring the strong ones to you once I've caught them."

Chen An wanted to say something more, but Elder Ming San didn't give her a chance at all, leaving behind a long trail of fluorescent light as he disappeared.

When the surroundings quieted down again, Chen An also calmed down.

The person who just attacked Jian Yunzhou must have been a Nascent Soul stage expert, capable of infiltrating even with Elder Mingsan present.

After much thought, she realized that Hua Yuan was her only enemy at the Nascent Soul stage, but if it really was Hua Yuan, the formation should have been able to detect it.

Chen An muttered under his breath, "So annoying." Then he went to find Wu Siyue.

Wu Siyue stood alone on the mountaintop, his golden armor making him look quite imposing.

Noticing Chen An's arrival, she didn't turn around, but lowered her voice and asked, "Is it pretty?"

Chen An shook his head. "It doesn't look good, but it's easy to fake."

"Nonsense, it looks great." Wu Siyue stopped his attack and stood at the same level as Chen Anping. He said with a smile, "I have good news for you. That old guy Zheng west has now reached the mid-stage of Core Formation, the same cultivation level as me."

"You broke through?"

Wu Siyue stroked his non-existent beard, clasped his hands together, and said in an operatic tone, "This humble student is not talented."

Chen An wanted to say something to congratulate him, but he didn't say it. He searched through the dragon bones for a long time before finally finding a sword.

She held the sword with both hands and handed it to Wu Siyue, saying, "Try it."

The earthen-yellow wooden scabbard was uncarved and looked cheap and low-quality, but it was a gift from Chen An, and Wu Siyue didn't care about that.

He excitedly accepted it, gripping the scabbard with his left hand and drawing the sword with his right, but was blinded by a glimpse of emerald green.

After getting used to it a little, I realized that the emerald green color actually came from the bamboo.

The sword is half a finger thick, without a blade, and is hollow with bamboo joints, making it a perfectly natural piece.

When you place your hand on it, you feel a chill, but this chill is quite comfortable in the summer.

Wu Siyue tried waving his sword a few times, and everything in its path was frozen solid.

Just as Wu Siyue was marveling at the scene, Qiao Sheli and Chen Mingde arrived.

"Good sword."

Chen Mingde exclaimed in surprise, and Qiao Sheli also clapped repeatedly.

The group gathered together, but none of them mentioned Qingyue.

It's not that they don't care; they know it perfectly well, but don't know where to begin.

Chen An spoke first: "Since you're all here, tell me about the situation within the sect."

The three exchanged a glance, but instead of answering, they had a child brought in.

Chen An was a little confused, but when they handed the child over, he obediently took it.

The moment the other person let go, it felt like a mountain was blocking her arms, and she fell uncontrollably downwards.

Fortunately, she reacted in time and used her cultivation to hold the two-year-old child securely.

It looks like an ordinary child, but its body is incredibly heavy. If it doesn't learn the secrets of cultivation in the future, its weight alone will be enough to suppress a large number of cultivators.

Chen An looked delighted, then burst into laughter and asked, "Where is the child's mother?"

Chen Mingde shook his head and said, "I don't know. When I saw him, he had two demonic cultivators pinned down by him."

The child was sucking his fingers, and when he looked up at Chen An, his eyes were bright.

"What's your name?" Chen An shook the child up and down and asked with a smile.

The child removed his finger, buried his head in Chen An's shoulder, and whispered, "Wen Nuan."

Chen Mingde kept Wen Nuan by his side at all times, and even renamed her Chen Wen Nuan. No one but Wen Nuan herself was willing to accept it.