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

"If I were you, I would break the formation first."

Qingyue's face appeared in the air and quickly solidified into a human form.

Chen An struck again, and the figure once more turned into sand and merged into the desert.

The immortal power flowed from his fingertips, enveloping Chen An's body, and the suffocating heat subsided.

She calmly searched for the core of the formation, using her spiritual power to caress each grain of sand as fine as a needle tip.

The sun in the illusion never sets. When Chen An found the core of the formation, he felt as if he had aged ten years.

She crushed the grain of sand the size of a speck of dust, and the surrounding scenery changed.

The sand beneath our feet began to crumble and flowed rapidly into the underground space.

Once the sand had all flowed away, towering green plants sprouted from the gray-white landscape, completely blocking out the sun.

Thick, dark clouds rose into the sky, obscuring the sun and creating a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

Before long, a torrential downpour poured into the dense forest, and the plants excitedly enjoyed the rain.

Chen An continued to protect himself with immortal energy, using his spiritual power to explore every inch of each tree.

The rain was held back by the immortal power and splashed to the side. Apart from the sound of the rain, Chen An could not hear anything. After a while, the sound of the rain became as annoying as the buzzing sound.

The plant absorbed enough water and grew taller and taller, allowing less and less sunlight to penetrate.

After an unknown amount of time, she found the key point of the formation on a ginkgo fruit a hundred miles away.

The array's core was shattered, and the greenery vanished with a roar, but the heavy rain continued unabated.

Without the plants to absorb the water, the already damp ground swelled up and eventually submerged Chen An's head.

As the dark clouds dispersed, arrows made of black iron shot towards Chen An.

As the immortal power gradually weakened, Chen An could only use his ebony sword to block it, while also trying to find the array's core among the arrows.

The arrow, gleaming with a cold light, shattered, sparks flying from the broken point.

The fire went out, and Qingyue emerged from the ashes.

Her eyes were filled with approval: "I never imagined you could get this far."

Such praise will only be perceived as an insult by the opponent.

Excessive mental exertion caused Chen An's head to throb. With her ebony sword pressed against the void, she stared expressionlessly at Qing Yue.

Qingyue raised her eyebrows, and her spiritual energy flowed out, like the water in a winter lake, chilling to the bone.

The air began to stagnate.

Chen An used his mental power to dispel the spring water that had spread to his feet, but he could no longer sustain it.

Qingyue clasped her hands together, and the clear spring water overflowed again, condensing into a water barrier around Chen An, swaying her body.

She used her divine power to resist the cold air, and the spiritual energy she poured out intertwined with the clear spring.

The match remained undecided for a long time.

When the clear spring returned to calm, Chen An collapsed.

When she regained consciousness, Qingyue was sitting in the distance, with the clear spring still beside her.

Falling down time and time again, waking up time and time again.

Chen An began to feel dazed. These days felt like when she first started learning about mental power—painful yet progressing rapidly.

She couldn't remember how many times she had woken up; it just felt like an eternity, as if she had been reincarnated three or four times.

[Host's mental strength has reached the advanced level. Rewards include: increased control ability, 5000 taels of ten-thousand-year-old black iron...]

She only remembered the system broadcasting a long message, and that when she easily shattered the pool of clear water, Qingyue's body gradually collapsed, and the smile on her face was kind, like compromise, or like relief. In the end, she turned into a long sword.

The sword's blade resembles a spring stream, its cold light subtly gleaming, its patterns like hidden ripples on water, restrained yet poised to strike.

A green ribbon is wrapped around the hilt of the sword, fitting snugly in the hand. The delicate landscape painting intertwines with the ribbon, creating an exquisite and ethereal effect.

A lively aura wafts around the sword, its vitality like summer flowers striving upwards, or like a child who has flowed through the river of time a thousand times but has never grown up, pure and sincere.

Chen An rubbed his throbbing head, picked up the sword and held it in his hand, then returned to the Dragon Bone after a flash of white light.

Shuoye sat in the lap of a woman in white, tilting his head back and letting her tickle his throat.

Chen An's appearance darkened the expression of the woman in white.

"You killed Qingyue!" she screamed, suddenly standing up and extending her sharp claws to stab at Chen An.

White spiritual energy rose from the ground, transforming into a hand that gripped the white-clad woman's ankle, forcing her to remain suspended in mid-air.

"Boss, don't hit the boss." Shuo Ye sniffled and cried, trying to step forward to separate the two, but Fu Gui easily controlled him and suppressed him back into his beast form.

The woman in white flipped backward, broke free of her grasp, transformed into her beast form, and lay prostrate on the ground, growling in a hoarse voice, "Give it back to me."

The leader of the night is Shuoyue.

Her cultivation level was indeed not bad, even stronger than Fu Gui's. No wonder Shuo Ye trusted her so much. However, Chen An vaguely felt that this sword was useful.

Shuoyue pressed her ears to her head and lunged forward again, only to disappear into thin air.

A flash of blue light, and she appeared beside Chen An, her claws reaching towards the sword.

Having just gone through so much, Chen An was already feeling rather frustrated, so he simply took Fu Gui and left the Dragon Bone.

Shuoyue and Shuoye, who were still causing a ruckus, were locked inside.

The moment he landed, Chen An's expression turned even more grim.

The foundation of the sect's protective formation was disturbed. Although the person did not find the formation's core, they destroyed a large area around it, affecting the core itself and leaving a gap in the formation.

He hurriedly relayed the message to the core of the formation.

Joy lay on the ground, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, staining his entire right cheek red.

Her eyes were sharp, and she stared at the man sitting in the armchair without any fear.

Despite having both arms and legs broken, he still kept trying to stand up, wanting to devour that person alive.

Fu Gui glanced at the man, frowned in displeasure, then gave Chen An a reassuring look. After feeding her the Joyful Pill, he led her into the Dragon Bone.

"Where is Yue'er?" Jian Yunzhou sat up straighter and asked with a hint of threat.

The weariness in Chen An's eyes had long since faded. She used her mind-reading ability to carefully analyze the recent events.

This Jian Yunzhou is truly extraordinary; he is actually the demonic beast that was once suppressed under Gangsha Cliff.

No wonder he could be resurrected time and time again, and cause someone like Qingyue to repeat the same mistakes time and time again.

He amplified his purest desires, and those powerful cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage rushed to serve him.

Even without any evidence pointing to Chen An, just based on speculation, disregarding the safety of the entire sect, coming here to besiege him would threaten Chen An, who dominates a region.

“She’s dead.” Chen An took out the emerald green sword and gently waved it in front of Jian Yunzhou.

Then, amidst his almost desperate and crazed gaze, he put the sword back into his storage ring.

He struggled to his feet: "You're asking for death."

Black power coalesced in his hand, erupting into pale green flames that made a muffled explosion upon contact with the air.

The large hand reached for Chen An's chest, but Chen An blocked it with his ebony sword.

A surge of spiritual energy pierced his head.

Even as his spiritual energy dissipated, Jian Yunzhou did not fall; the void in his soul was filled and restored.

The ebony sword pierced his body, and black blood dripped onto his black robe without causing a ripple.

The claws stabbed again, and the two fought fiercely until they blew off the roof and went up into the sky.