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

A new reward has arrived, and it will be released if not claimed within three days. Chen An doesn't want to buy more storage space, so he decides to organize things first.

First, she put the items from the Zulong Ruins into the spaceship, freeing up a full 100 square meters of space.

But that's not enough; there are two more spaceships in the reward package.

She then put all the low-grade pills and medicinal herbs together. These things were not very valuable. She picked out some with weak spiritual power, sold them, and exchanged them for high-grade spirit stones, which would free up a lot of space, probably more than a hundred square meters.

There aren't many low-grade and mid-grade spirit stones. If we exchange them all for high-grade ones, we can free up another twenty or thirty square meters, but that still won't be enough.

Or should we sell some more?

Chen An continued his search. The system didn't provide many items, but they were extremely cost-effective and absolutely could not be sold.

After searching high and low, all I could find were things from Zulong.

She ultimately decided to keep the most useful third, the middle batch that was consumed during cultivation, and sell the worst ones.

After making up his mind, Chen An continued his cultivation.

After Wu Siyue reached the Core Formation stage, it was as if he had unlocked a cheat code, and his comprehension improved by several levels. Mu Jingtai was very happy for him, saying that it was because of the change in his temperament.

In just one afternoon, Wu Siyue had mastered most of it. Although his speed was not fast when flying on his sword, he was already very stable.

Upon returning to Pingnan City, the two accompanied Chen An to Wanbaozhai.

As soon as I entered, the waiter greeted me, "What would you like to buy, young lady?"

Upon realizing Mu Jingtai's cultivation level, the boss immediately pushed aside the waiter and began to introduce him himself.

"I'm here to sell something."

The shop owner stroked his eyebrows backward with his thumb, his tone not very happy: "Selling things? Okay, what kind of things, how many do you have?"

Chen An frowned slightly and stopped Mu Jingtai, who had already raised his fist: "Some herbs and pills."

"Sure, but let me make this clear beforehand: we do buy them, but the price will definitely not be high."

"Then forget it." Chen An turned and left. What was he pretending for? If he wanted to lower the price, he should have just said so.

"Wait, wait." The shopkeeper rushed in front of Chen An and blocked his way. "Business is all negotiable. I told you the price was low, but I didn't specify how much."

Chen An took out a Myriad Manifestations Pill and asked, "How much will you pay?"

"This pill is of high quality, but its medicinal effect has dissipated. Originally, I could have given you twenty mid-grade spirit stones, but now I can only give you ten."

The shopkeeper spoke with absolute certainty, but the one Chen An held was definitely worth fifty or sixty times the price he had offered. Outside, it might not even cost five or six high-grade spirit stones to buy.

She took out this pill to test its authenticity. Although it was a high-grade pill with some medicinal properties, the shopkeeper was buying it at the price of a mid-to-low-grade pill, which was outrageous.

"Let's go. If you don't want it, why are you stopping me?"

The boss tried to stop him again, but met Mu Jingtai's gaze and shrank back, not daring to follow.

Walking down the street, Pingnan City, though a medium-sized city, was quite prosperous.

"Are you still selling them?" Wu Siyue asked.

Just as Chen An was about to answer, he looked up and saw several people taking down a plaque with three large characters written on it: "Baoyuan Pavilion".

The interior decoration is very similar to Wanbaozhai, so they must be in the same business.

"Sell," Chen An replied.

Wu Siyue and Mu Jingtai could tell from her expression that she had made up her mind, so they followed her forward.

Chen An walked into the shop, which was empty. She called out loudly, "Is anyone here?"

"We're closing down, we're not doing this anymore," came an old man's voice, full of resentment and grievance.

Chen An followed the direction from which the sound came and found an old man holding a bowl of thick cucumber porridge, feeding a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child spoonful by spoonful. The child was sitting in a wheelchair with three or four fresh wounds on his face.

The old man looked up at the three of them and said, "Let's not do it anymore. Let's go to Wanbaozhai. They have everything there."

The three exchanged glances, and they roughly understood what was going on.

Wanbaozhai is a chain store, and its influence has been particularly strong for nearly a century. Wherever it goes, the entire street or even the whole city will soon be left with only one store.

"Look at this gentleman, the famous Young Hero Mu. He has come down the mountain this time to uphold justice. If you need anything, just tell us, and we'll help you."

The old man put down the pumpkin porridge in his hand and forced a bitter smile.

"You're all good kids, thank you. But you shouldn't worry about this. Tell me what you want to buy. I have some stock here, I'll give it to you."

Wu Siyue picked up the pumpkin porridge and drank it all in one gulp, then smashed the bowl on the ground: "We're here to help you, what are you afraid of? If you're not even willing to save yourself, who are you waiting for to save you?"

"Wanbaozhai wanted to squeeze you out, and you actually left? Look at the street, there are still more than a dozen shops like yours, why haven't they left?"

Chen An and Mu Jingtai were completely dumbfounded, shocked by Wu Siyue's chuunibyou (delusional) spirit.

Surprisingly, the old man was indeed provoked by those words; he suddenly stood up, holding onto his wheelchair.

"Ah~, my waist, my waist."

Chen An and Mu Jingtai helped the old man sit on a stool.

At this moment, the girl who had been silent spoke up. Her voice was a little hoarse, as if she had just been crying.

“My name is Feng Mingli, and my grandfather’s name is Feng Shouyuan. Wanbaozhai came three months ago. My family is the only one on the whole street without any cultivators. They come to cause trouble every day. A few days ago, when I went to set up a stall to sell cosmetics, they sent someone to break my leg.”

As he spoke, Feng Mingli began to sob softly.

Mu Jingtai hardened his fist. This Wanbaozhai was bullying people by relying on its power. Even if they weren't demonic cultivators, they were still evil that he wanted to eliminate.

Chen An pressed him down onto the stool and said to Feng Shouyuan, "Do you want to avenge your granddaughter?"

"Of course I want to! If you can really help me get revenge, I'll do anything for you." As he said this, he was about to kneel down on the ground.

Chen An quickly helped the old man up, saying, "Since you've said so, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Mu Jingtai felt this was inappropriate; the grandfather and grandson were already pitiful enough, why make any more demands?

He raised his hand as if to say something, but Chen An pressed his hand down.

"You don't need to close down anymore. I have a batch of medicinal herbs and pills here that you can sell. You don't need to buy them. I'll give you 80% of the money and you get 20%. The price will be based on Wanbaozhai's prices, no matter how much they cost. I'll give you 10% of their prices."

Feng Shouyuan looked up at Chen An, "Can you really drive away those who help me?"

Chen An knew what he was worried about: "The three of us are all from the Zhaoning Sect. No matter how big Wanbaozhai is, it's just a shop. We're not afraid."

Feng Shouyuan started from scratch and gradually built Baoyuan Pavilion. After his son and daughter-in-law were murdered by villains, he left behind a granddaughter.

Baoyuan Pavilion and his granddaughter were everything to him, and Wanbaozhai had both been targeted. How could he not be angry? But he was powerless to do anything about it. If he wanted his granddaughter to live, he could only take her with him.

Now that people from the Zhaoning Sect have arrived, he'll give it a try, even if it costs him his life.

"As long as it protects Xiaoli, I'll do whatever you say."

The three of them said in unison, "Okay."