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

Xuan Qing was much more observant than Gu Minglang and quickly noticed that the Flying Fish Crocodile couldn't keep up with Gu Minglang's speed, causing Gu Minglang, who was focused on getting to the sect, to slow down.

The scenery along the way was nice, but no one was interested in admiring it.

Xuan Qingyuan remembered that Chen An had fed him pills before he lost consciousness. However, Chen An had just entered the sect and his family was not wealthy, so how could he carry pills that even Ming San couldn't afford?

Being a thoughtful person, he couldn't help but overthink things, but he had no intention of telling anyone about it.

The Zhaoning Sect was not far from Luoxu Mountain, and the group returned in an afternoon. Seeing the fellow disciples coming and going, Xuan Qingyuan wanted to get off Gu Minglang's back, but he couldn't resist his junior brother's persistence and could only let him take him to find Elder Wu Shu.

Elder Wu Shu was Elder Ming San's junior brother, and the two got along very well. He entered the Dao through medicine and his strength was not bad. However, few disciples could learn his Daoist methods as a medical fanatic, and none of them were able to enter the seven main peaks.

The red wooden house was filled with the aroma of herbs. Only a teenage girl stood beside the old man, listening attentively as he rambled on about his experiences.

"Uncle-Master, Second Senior Brother has been poisoned by the Fate Thread! Quickly save him!" Gu Minglang shouted into the house, his footsteps never slowing down.

Elder Wu Shu recognized the voice; Gu Minglang had caused his pharmacy a lot of trouble when he was a child.

But saving lives was the priority. He ripped off the mannequin used for acupressure practice from the bed, and after Gu Minglang placed the somewhat embarrassed Xuan Qingyuan on the bed, he took his pulse.

After a long while, Elder Wu Shu released his grip, sighed, and asked, "Poisoned?"

Gu Minglang nodded: "Mm."

Elder Wu Shu closed his eyes and held the medical book made of bamboo slips in his hand: "Yuanlu's."

Gu Minglang nodded: "Mhm."

"Run." Before Xuan Qingyuan could finish speaking, Gu Minglang was grabbed by the ear with one hand by Elder Wu Shu, who then used the medical book in his hand to hit his head.

"Stop hitting me, Uncle-Master, I'm not lying!" Gu Minglang begged loudly, but Elder Wu Shu ignored him.

In the end, it was the girl beside Elder Wu Shu who stopped her father and saved Gu Minglang, whom Elder Wu Shu thought was there to play a prank.

On the way back, Gu Minglang looked at Xuan Qingyuan, who was now much better, lowered his eyes, rubbed his head, and asked unwillingly, "Senior brother, are you really not poisoned?"

Chen An wasn't afraid of Xuan Qingyuan investigating his system, but he was worried that Gu Minglang would become suspicious. This fifth senior brother made many friends, and if he knew, then the Zhaoning Sect would know too.

Xuan Qingyuan laughed and said, "I wasn't poisoned. Disappointed?"

Gu Minglang said with a smile, "No, it's great that Senior Brother wasn't poisoned. I'm overjoyed." As he spoke, he nudged Xuan Qingyuan with his shoulder.

On the main peak of Mingsan, Xue Shumo stood alone beside a boulder, sulking as she waited for Elder Mingsan to return.

When she told Ming San about Chen An and Gu Minglang's kidnapping, Ming San agreed to take her there after she tried to please him. Before they left, she suddenly lost consciousness and woke up in her own bed.

Although Elder Mingsan did not arrive, Xue Shumo was greeted by her senior brothers and sisters.

As soon as Chen An landed, his junior sister jumped up and hugged him tightly around the neck: "Little cripple, it's so good that you're alright."

The flying crocodile beneath him blinked its round eyes, deciding to find a new master. It had been through thick and thin with Chen An, so it was unlikely to be abandoned. So, following the scent, it crawled to Chen An's room first. While Fu Gui was breathing on it, it ignored everything and lay down in the middle of the room to sleep.

Xuan Qingyuan patted Xue Shumo's head gently and asked, "Where is Master?"

"I went to Luoxu Mountain to find you." Xue Shumo said unhappily. Thinking about how she had been tricked, she wished she could crumple up the liquor right now.

Having reached the Nascent Soul stage, Ming San was able to lock onto the auras of the three upon arriving at Luo Xu Peak. Sensing their departure, he should have been able to return before them, given his speed on his sword.

In other places, the people were naturally not worried, but there were many demonic cultivators on Mount Luoxu. Even those who had reached the Nascent Soul stage had a history of dying when they encountered some of the wanted individuals.

Realizing something was wrong, Xuan Qingyuan took the lead and rushed to the main peak where Elder Changtian was located, while the other three, led by Gu Minglang, also hurried there.

The poor flying crocodile, who had just fallen asleep, was dragged out of its room by its tail in its sleep. It didn't even have time to complain before it had to get going.

"Where to?" Elder Mingsan hiccuped and walked casually toward his detached bamboo house.

Chen An's gaze was drawn to the large patches of dried blood on his face. "Master, are you alright?"

Elder Mingsan's cane transformed into a mirror at the top. After admiring his own reflection, he said thoughtfully, "I almost forgot the important matter." He then handed Chen An a completely black wooden sword.

The wooden sword doesn't look special at first glance, but when one uses their cultivation to observe it, one can see its abundant spiritual energy. It is on the same level as Xuan Qingyuan's sword "Su Mu" and belongs to the category of divine artifacts born from heaven and earth.

Chen An took the wooden sword with both hands, but it felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds, sinking into her hands until the blade disappeared into the ground. "Thank you, Master." After saying this, Chen An struggled for a long time before finally picking up the wooden sword.

Gu Minglang weighed the iron sword in his hand. Although it was not bad, it was just an ordinary item. He sighed unwillingly.

Ming San didn't say anything. He knew Gu Minglang's personality; even if he wanted something, he wouldn't feel jealous or resentful if he didn't get it.

He acquired the ebony sword by chance. When he rushed to Luoxu Peak, he found that all his disciples had left. He couldn't help but sigh that his second disciple was a treasure. Just as he was about to head back home, he was attracted by a commotion.

The female cultivator sat cross-legged under the peach tree, the ebony sword above her head spinning rapidly, constantly drawing her vital energy out of her body. The onlookers, even those who coveted the divine artifact, dared not take a step forward.

Ming San became interested in the demonic sword, but as soon as he got closer, the ebony sword flew towards him. Ming San's strength was undeniable, and in just a few moves, he stomped the ebony sword under his foot. The demonic sword hummed a few times but could not break free and came to a stop.

He swung the sword a few times and realized that although it had been tamed, it could not be used by him.

Gu Minglang and Xue Shumo both have flamboyant personalities and are not suited to such restrained weapons. On the other hand, Chen An seems harmless, but she is not simple. In addition, Chen An is very opinionated, so even such an evil sword is difficult to affect her mind. Ming San then handed the sword to Chen An.

Elder Mingsan looked at Chen An holding the sword with both hands, and the more he looked at it, the more suitable it seemed. Satisfied, he returned to his room.

Xue Shumo was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. When she was a month old, her father invited the most famous weapon craftsman on the entire continent to make a long sword and a long whip for her. The size was adjustable, and she used them with ease. She did not show much interest in Chen An's weapons.

On the other hand, the moment Ming San closed the door, he looked at Chen An expectantly and said, "Let me try, I'll take it back for you later."

Xuan Qingyuan was afraid that Gu Minglang would cause trouble, and was about to stop him when he had already taken it from Chen An's hands.

The wooden sword twirled freely in his hands, and he was like a carefree and dashing young general. Having gotten into the swing of things, he returned the sword to Chen An so that she could try it out too.

Seeing how skillfully he used it, Chen An recalled scenes from TV dramas on Earth and nodded in agreement. Following Gu Minglang's instructions, he gripped the sword with both hands and swung it horizontally. A black blade of light flew out from the direction Chen An had slashed.

Xuan Qingyuan tried to sever the sword energy, but it was too late. In the blink of an eye, all the houses and trees on the main peak were cut in half.