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

Chen An was very grateful for the offer to go to the sect. It was common knowledge in all cultivation novels that it was not easy for independent cultivators, and he had to seize such a good opportunity.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the female protagonist took her back to her residence.

Inside the lacquered wooden gate was a courtyard. Four servants came out to greet them upon hearing the noise. Although it wasn't exactly luxurious, it was certainly lavish. Most importantly, the scale of the place was almost identical to Qingxuan's residence, and there was no indication that Qingyue had been mistreated by the mistress of the house.

Qingyue ignored the four servants, pulled Chen'an into the courtyard, pointed to the red brick and green tile room, and turned to her, saying, "Sister, you can live next to me."

Chen An nodded and agreed.

The house is about 40 square meters with good lighting. There are no decorations on the walls or furnishings on the floor, except for a small wooden bed in the corner that creaks when you turn over.

Everything in Qingfu was fine, except for one strange rule.

Every day at Chenshi (7-9 AM), everyone, led by the head of the Qing family, would offer incense to Qing Musheng, who died in the battle against demons.

Qing Musheng, at a young age, had already reached the Great Perfection of the Two Elements Realm. He was able to lead the Qing family across social classes, but he died with a heart full of sincerity. After his death, the Qing family also declined.

Each time she offered incense, Chen An would simply stand on the outermost edge; in her opinion, such a ceremony was meaningless.

If you truly admire someone, you could use the time and money spent on pilgrimages to nurture young people; perhaps another such strong individual will emerge.

However, she has always been cautious in her words and actions, and even if she doesn't understand, she won't say much.

It was 6 a.m., half a month later.

As Chen An was preparing to go back to sleep as usual, Qing Yue knocked on the door and came in.

The light pink dress paired with her drooping hair bun, the subtle headdress and fresh, elegant makeup complemented each other perfectly. Combined with her lovely features, even Chen An, who was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open, thought she was quite remarkable.

Qingyue took her hand and winked at her, saying, "Don't sleep, sister, come with me to the Yuanqing Festival."

[Mission: Resolve the entanglement with your father, Chen Lisheng. The host will receive one of the following rewards.]

Health increases by 5, Strength increases by 30, Appearance increases by 10, and Talent increases by 3.

Failure deducts 10 points from your health.

Does the host accept the challenge?

"accept"

Chen Lisheng is the butcher mentioned at the beginning, Chen An's father, and an extremely difficult and ruthless character.

The book states that after the original owner entered the sect, he actually climbed the dangerous peak of the outer sect of Zhaoning Sect with his mortal body and brazenly took all the pills that the original owner had accumulated. Those pills were then sold off cheaply and exchanged for liquor.

Dealing with the butcher was a necessary task, and the system giving her this task was like a reminder that she could take action now; how could she possibly refuse?

"Great! I haven't had the chance to participate before, but with you here this time, I'm sure I won't be bored. Let me pack my things."

An hour later, the two went out. On the way, Chen An followed Qing Yue about half a meter behind her.

Two rows of stalls filled the once spacious street. Young men and women, who had gone out early to bring good luck, were all dressed up specially. They were all handsome and dashing, a feast for the eyes.

Chen An's mind wasn't on strolling the streets; he was constantly observing what was happening on the street.

At noon, Qingyue stopped, picked up the dark blue, round-bellied jar, and carefully smelled the lotus fragrance inside.

In the corner of the wall sat the butcher Chen An was looking for. His fat body concealed the low stool, which was barely visible. At that moment, he was boasting about his skills.

The street was bustling with people, and the butcher's gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on Chen An.

He shoved Wang Mazi aside, grabbed the stool he was sitting on, and charged toward Chen An.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Chen An protected his head. At the same time, a stool crashed down and shattered into several pieces. Even though he had protected his arm with an iron plate, the impact still caused him a sharp pain.

The butcher didn't care about any of that. His deep voice echoed through the crowd: "You little bitch, just like your dead mother. I suffer while you go to Qing Mansion to enjoy yourself. You filthy wretch, you don't deserve it."

Hearing his offensive words, Chen An didn't get angry but laughed instead, silently planning how to handle his funeral arrangements.

Qingyue, standing to the side, coldly looked at Chen An lying on the ground. When their eyes met, she showed a standard smile, but when she looked at others, she had a frightened expression on her face.

Chen An had never been so speechless. Before, she thought the female lead was a saint, but now she realized that the one in front of her was clearly a scheming green tea b*tch.

Realizing this, Chen An remained calm and waited for Xu Siluo to appear on the second floor.

Sure enough, a young man dressed in white appeared.

As he fell, his long, tied-up hair billowed in the wind, and his sharply defined face, with its striking eyebrows and bright eyes, made him exceptionally handsome.

Chen An sighed silently. The supporting characters and the onlookers were indeed different. They were just good-looking. It was a pity that this guy was the ultimate love-obsessed person and one of the female lead's many simps.

He roared, "Let go!" and pointed his sword at the butcher's chest.

The butcher plopped down on the ground, took a few steps back, and then struggled to his feet.

Before Chen An could speak, Qing Yue ran over, hugged Chen An's waist, and began to sob softly, "Sister, are you alright? Father must have misunderstood you."

Upon hearing the word "misunderstanding," Xu Siluo immediately transformed into a quest-accepting NPC. After bowing respectfully, he looked at Qingyue. In just one glance, his life was changed. He said shyly, "Miss, my name is Xu Siluo. If you don't mind, could you tell me the details of her and her father's affair?"

From the very beginning, Qingyue was convinced that Chen'an was Qingxuan's spy, and she hated Qingxuan for always being one step ahead of her.

She deliberately chose a place where butchers frequented when she went out today, but unexpectedly, Xu Siluo ruined her plans.

However, since the other party was a noble young master, she couldn't get angry. Pretending to be reluctant, she wanted to take Xu Siluo away and tried to sabotage her behind her back: "This is my sister's family matter, and it's not convenient for others to know. Come with me." As she spoke, she gently beckoned.

Chen An neither caused trouble nor was afraid of it. He sneered and said, "Miss, are you saying that the misunderstanding is that I was beaten every day and almost died when Miss Qingxuan saved me?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Siluo frowned slightly, her gaze towards Qingyue filled with a hint of doubt, but still brimming with affection.

Qingyue frowned unhappily, and immediately unleashed her ultimate move, tears falling like broken beads onto the ground: "Sister, go back, stop making a fuss. He is, after all, your father, he won't blame you."

The butcher chimed in, "I'm a rough man, and it was wrong of me to hit you. But after your mother died, it wasn't easy for me to raise you all by myself. Now that I've apologized, you should come back with me."

Chen An took in his smug expression. The two of them were acting in unison, making it hard not to suspect that today's events were planned in advance.

At times like this, rebuttal is the least useful thing to do.

Chen An simply accepted Qing Yue's point of view: no matter what the process was like, as long as the goal was achieved, that was enough.

“Thank you, Miss. I was wrong. You are right. I should be filial to my father. Could you lend me some money so I can hire a doctor for him? My father has been working so hard for me that he has fallen ill. I will definitely repay you in the future.”

Qingyue's subsequent long speech was stuck in her throat, leaving her feeling awkward and uncomfortable.

But understanding people's hearts was her forte. Chen An's sudden change in attitude must mean he had another plan. She touched her storage bag with a wronged expression, "You know that the mistress has never given me any money."

Chen An mimicked Qing Yue's expression, widening his eyes innocently and saying, "I spend every day with Miss, and I know that Miss only has four servants. After that, life in the manor is indeed not easy."

The onlookers weren't fools. How unfortunate could a master served by four people be? They worked hard to earn money, but they could barely make ends meet.

But there was this one fool who couldn't tell right from wrong. After tossing Chen An a money pouch, he looked at Qing Yue with pity. That fool was Xu Siluo.

If this were on Earth, Chen An would have cursed Xu Siluo as an idiot no matter what, but since she was unfamiliar with the place and Xu Siluo was powerful, she could only curse her in her heart.

Fortunately, he was naive and rich, otherwise Chen An's plan would not have gone so smoothly.

The butcher's eyes were fixed on Chen An's hand. Taking advantage of Xu Siluo's inattention, he snatched the money bag and rushed towards the tavern.

Chen An followed behind the butcher, and when no one was around, he calmly began to walk towards the original owner's house.

As she expected, the butcher went home drunk and fell asleep, snoring loudly while holding the wine jar.

The pigs in the sty grunted as they watched Chen An use a wooden stick to roll the burly man, weighing over 200 pounds, to the sty entrance.

The moon hung high, its light faint. Chen An covered his mouth and nose with a strip of cloth and took one last look at Chen Lisheng.

The door opened, and dozens of piglets, who had been waiting for this moment for a long time, rushed out. The first one stepped on the butcher's stomach. The butcher woke up with a cry of surprise. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hands were flailing wildly. But no matter how hard he tried, it was no use. The outcome was already decided.

Then came the second kick, the third kick...

Each kick, though not fatal, was enough to kill a 200-pound strong man.

The butcher screamed terribly, his anger mixed with pain, and he finally stopped breathing half an hour later.

The neighbors were used to the butcher's shouting and yelling, and assumed he was just beating and scolding his daughter again. No one cared and no one dared to.

Chen An sighed and said to the bloodied and mangled body on the ground, "Don't blame me for being heartless. I've transmigrated here and met you twice. You hit me twice. You've given me your life in return. Consider it a bargain."

After taking a bath, she sat in front of the bronze mirror, quietly gazing at herself in the mirror. Everything that had happened today, except for the part where she was beaten up on the street, was exactly as planned.