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

Inside the bottomless house, rows of wooden shelves stood out, with pills of varying sizes neatly arranged on top.

The array of pills was mostly unfamiliar to Chen An, but since they were left behind by a powerful being, he accepted them all.

Only after the medicinal fragrance dissipated when the door was opened did Chen An realize that even this airtight chamber could not prevent the loss of the pill's spiritual energy.

The remnant soul vanished completely as the gate opened.

Fu Gui leaped into the huge house, followed closely by Cui Sinian, while the Flying Fish Crocodile slowly moved its heavy body.

With little time remaining, Chen An was unsure if he could collect fifty percent of the pills here, and he also had serious doubts about the reliability of the clan, but he still bowed to him.

After waiting quietly for three seconds, the intact alchemy furnace split in two. As she stepped forward to put the furnace away, blue flames leaped and climbed onto Chen An's shoulder.

This time, the flames didn't have a scorching heat; instead, they were warm and comforting, making Chen An feel completely at ease.

The flame touched her face, and five words floated into Chen An's mind: "Jing Lan Shi Ceng Yan".

"From now on, I'll call you Xiao Jing."

After the flames intensified, they entered Chen An's sea of ​​consciousness.

Chen An didn't waste any more time and quickly entered the house in front of him.

Fu Gui was indeed fast, but he didn't even finish collecting one-tenth of the items near the wall. Cui Sinian was clumsy and not good at this kind of work, and the Flying Fish Crocodile's short arms and legs were even less reliable.

Rolling up her sleeves, she quickly stepped forward to collect the pills, but soon, the storage bag, which she thought would be hard to fill, couldn't hold a single pill.

"Cui Sinian, do you still have any storage items on your side?"

Cui Sinian rushed over to Chen An, panting, and painfully removed the ring, handing it to him.

Chen An reached out and took it. It was less than a hundred cubic meters. Although the refined pills were not large, there were far too many of them, and this area was obviously not enough.

Looking at Fugui, who was quickly packing things up, this time it didn't pile everything together like last time. The moment its paw touched the items, they disappeared, clearly indicating that it had storage containers.

With a leap, he landed beside Fugui, who had four or five bags of different sizes hanging from his fingernails.

Fu Gui sensed an unfriendly aura behind him and immediately handed over the largest one.

After examining the contents of Fugui's body, the total volume was over one hundred cubic meters.

The things in front of them seemed endless, and they just kept filling them up.

My hands felt weak, and so did my legs.

Even if I didn't get the tenfold return from the system, I would still be rich if I took these things back. But it's really hard to fool Fu Gui about the threefold return I promised him.

Just as they could vaguely see the opposite wall, the system spoke.

[Time's up, exploration progress has reached 76%. Please claim your reward within three days.]

Upon successfully exploring the first secret realm, the host will receive the following rewards.

Three intermediate-grade black iron swords, one thousand high-grade spirit stones, ten array stones, and twenty pills.

The system's announcement abruptly ended; compared to the secret realm of Zulong, such a reward was far too meager.

Touching the abundance of storage items on his body, Chen An felt quite gratified.

The flying crocodile widened its eyes and crawled to Chen An's feet, who was in a great mood. As before, Fu Gui skillfully jumped on first.

“There’s more. You think you can just leave now that I’ve stopped? Put it all away.”

Fu Gui was unwilling to move, so Cui Sinian, panting heavily, scrambled to collect the pills.

Just as he was about to touch the shelf, the surroundings began to shake violently, stones fell rapidly from above, and wooden shelves collapsed one after another.

The Flying Crocodile suddenly stood up and gestured for Chen An to come up. Chen An lightly leaped onto the Flying Crocodile's back.

The sunlight filtering through the fallen rocks above was a sign of life, and the flying crocodile realized this as well, immediately using its advantages to carry Chen An upwards.

As Cui Sinian watched Chen An's departing figure, he shouted for help, but his cries were drowned out by the boulders.

It wasn't that Chen An was heartless; Cui Sinian's obedience to her in the secret realm was definitely not due to her personal charm.

It's all because he can't beat Chen An and doesn't dare to resist. If he really leaves this secret realm, what if he suddenly becomes unhappy about the humiliation he suffered? With his family background, wouldn't it be easy for him to cause trouble for Chen An?

In the secret realm, it was Chen An who saved his life, but such a fool, one day, might be misled by others and think that if Chen An hadn't made him rush to the front, he wouldn't have almost been injured.

Weighing the items in his hands, he realized there was only one day left until the martial arts competition.

Chen An made a simple hand seal, and the two spirit beasts beside him were also wiped clean.

"Go to Wanbaoge."

Chen An patted the flying fish crocodile and said.

Although it is possible to sell storage items within the sect, after Cui Sinian's death, his family will inevitably investigate. If someone happens to be carrying a large amount of wealth and flaunting it in the market at this time, it will be difficult not to arouse suspicion.

Wanbaoge is located in the largest city, fifty miles away at the foot of Zhaoningzong Mountain. Not many people here know Chen An, so as long as he disguises himself well when buying things, it will be difficult to be discovered.

The Flying Fish Crocodile was quite fast and soon arrived at the place Chen An had designated. In order to avoid attracting attention, Chen An had Fu Gui take the Flying Fish Crocodile and stay outside the city. After putting away all the items symbolizing the Zhaoning Sect, he went inside.

This place can be described as a large city, with an unusually large number of shops along the way.

Inside the clothing store, various silks and satins were displayed on both sides of the entrance, with the most popular women's clothing right in front of Chen An.

Before the shop owner warmly greeted her, Chen An immediately took a liking to the yellow long dress she had seen two or three times on the street.

"I want that one."

"Great, you have excellent taste. This one is the best-selling. You have fair skin, and this one looks best on you."

Listening to the shopkeeper's flowery praise, Chen An tossed her a mid-grade spirit stone. When he was waiting for his change, the shopkeeper shyly held up three fingers.

"Is your dress made of gold? I don't want it anymore. Just take that one, the black one in the corner."

"Oh, little sister, you like my clothes."

A woman wearing a black veil and a black undergarment walked out of the fitting room. Her eyes held a slightly provocative look. Chen An could tell that her cultivation level was lower than his own, and that she must be a demonic cultivator given her attire, but it was not the right time to start a conflict.

"I must have misread it."

After saying this, Chen An turned and left, but the demonic cultivator followed him relentlessly.

"Why are you following me?"

"If you really want it, I'll sell it to you for a mid-grade spirit stone."

Chen An looked into her eyes; they were wicked but didn't seem to be lying. He smiled and agreed, "Okay."

After changing his clothes, Chen An separated from the penniless demonic cultivator and immediately concealed his aura, leaving only the scent of his clothes outside.

Inside the Wanbao Pavilion, Chen An covered his face with a bamboo hat and long veil, talking to the shop manager across the street. Faced with a sudden big deal, the manager remembered the aura of this cultivator who was not highly skilled but excessively wealthy.

A hairpin measuring 600 square meters, two bracelets measuring 1,000 square meters, and forty or fifty storage bags measuring 200 or 300 square meters each used up all of Chen An's spirit stones.

"Guest, register your identity, and all points will be converted."

"Need not."

"Guest, guest."

With the storage items he had bought, Chen An immediately left.