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

The boy in white was suspended in the air with his feet off the ground, and the way his legs were flapping around was quite comical.

Chen An and Qing Yue recognized him at a glance; it was Xu Siluo, who should have been sleeping.

Realizing that the mist wasn't harming her, Xu Siluo relaxed and shouted, "Chen An, you bitch! You dare to use tranquilizing powder on me? I'll kill you, you bastard!"

Upon hearing the words "Ning Shen Fen" (a type of tranquilizing powder), Chen An felt relieved. Watching Qing Yue's hurried escape, he chuckled and turned to walk upstairs.

Xu Siluo's vulgar behavior drew a lot of dissatisfaction, and many hot-tempered cultivators directly cursed him. He was also spoiled as a child, so how could he tolerate it? He suffered a lot of grievances when he argued with those people.

In his anger, he blamed all the mistakes on Chen An.

Despite his limp being a burden, Chen An persevered and stayed in the middle of the group, never even considering giving up.

At noon, a layer of white mist covered the long ladder, and many people with weak wills fell down one after another.

The higher you go, the thicker the fog becomes, but the number of people lying on the ground decreases instead of increasing.

After stepping over one person, Chen An wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked up. In the mist not far away, Qing Yue was waiting for her with a fawning expression.

Now that things have come to this, Qingyue no longer wants to pretend. Chen An knows about her drugging, and he absolutely cannot let her join the Zhaoning Sect.

The way she looked at Chen An was exactly like how she looked at her prey, and her cold voice came: "Sister, I waited for you here on purpose."

Chen An gripped the dagger tightly, patted the wooden box behind him, and prepared to break ties with this madman.

Staggering a few steps, Qingyue took the dagger from her hand, put her arm around her waist, and forced her to walk uphill.

After a dozen or so steps, Qingyue used her left leg to kick Chen An's ankle hard.

A steel needle, about half a finger thick, hidden in the sole of the shoe pierced Chen An's flesh, causing excruciating pain that made him break out in a cold sweat.

The moment Qingyue let go, Chen An collapsed to the ground.

"I'm sorry, sister, I really don't have the strength. Please don't blame me for not taking you up." Qingyue spoke coldly and without any change in emotion, leaving Chen An with only her back turned.

Fifty or sixty meters later, Qingyue pulled the steel needle out of the sole of her shoe and casually tossed it onto the steps.

New scars appeared on her already injured ankle, and the pain that radiated from her very bones made Chen An consider giving up. But she couldn't, not even for the sake of revenge.

He struggled to his feet, but as soon as he took a step, he collapsed back down.

Looking around, Chen An saw that there weren't many people left, so he simply used his hands and left leg to climb up.

Although the posture was a bit awkward, Chen An still chose to be awkward rather than live a miserable life after transmigrating into a book. At least he had entered a sect and had more resources to survive.

At the end of the long staircase, a plaza of several hundred square meters is the gate of the Zhaoning Sect. The elders stand on the high platform, watching Chen An's performance, adding a layer of filter to her image.

Standing beside the high platform were more than fifty young cultivators, all of whom had come with Chen An to participate in the disciple-acceptance ceremony.

Qingxuan stood in the group, keeping a close eye on the people emerging from the thick fog.

Before long, Qingyue parted the thick fog, and when everyone saw her, they were truly amazed by her beauty.

Only Qingxuan was very unhappy. Her mother had told her to make sure Chen'an passed through, but without the two sisters, how could a little cripple climb the seemingly endless ladder all by himself?

She didn't blame Qingyue; if they were in each other's shoes, she would have done the same.

But she never expected that Qingyue would resort to such a vicious trick.

Chen An climbed with great difficulty. Two female cultivators passed by her and were moved by her perseverance. They wanted to help her, but they were also exhausted and eventually left.

Just when success seemed imminent, the fog suddenly thickened, and Chen An uncontrollably began to feel sleepy, just as he was about to close his eyes.

Driven by her hatred for Qingyue, she grabbed her ankle.

After letting out a muffled groan, Chen An's vision went black. She shook her head vigorously, wiped away her tears, and continued climbing.

The sunset painted the sky, and a hand pierced through the mist, landing on the square. To everyone's astonishment, Chen An slowly crawled out.

Some people felt that it was unnecessary to be so disheveled just to join a sect, but most people genuinely admired them.

All the elders showed expressions of satisfaction, especially Elder Mingsan, who stood on the far side, carrying a wine gourd and wearing a wooden hairpin, and preemptively said, "Don't try to take it from me."

Ignoring Qingyue's objections, Qingxuan quickly stepped forward, helped Chen An up, and led him to a stone pillar, where Chen An sat down.

"It's her, Brother Yuanqi. She used to be my maid. When I helped her up the long ladder, she pushed me away and didn't say anything. She even glared at me fiercely just now."

An annoying voice came from the crowd. Chen An looked up and saw Qing Yue walking out arm in arm with a flamboyantly dressed man.

He was dressed in yellow brocade robes, wearing a jade-inlaid crown. The brocade pouch at his waist was intricately crafted, with the character "Su" embroidered in gold thread on it being very eye-catching. A golden longsword was tucked into his waist, the scabbard inlaid with various gemstones. His ten fingers were adorned with rings, and a calculating glint would occasionally flash in his small eyes. Although he was tall, he could not be described as handsome.

Chen An snorted coldly, "Vulgar." He leaned against the pillar and closed his eyes again.

Bai Yuanqi looked at Chen An with a hint of malice in his eyes, glanced at Qing Yue, and turned to leave.

"He is the son of Su Shengni, the city lord of one of the ten large cities, born to his mistress. He takes after his mother and is a terrible person. You've offended him, so be careful." The little girl, whom he had met before, frowned as she looked at Chen An's blood-stained right leg. She handed him a pill and then disappeared.

Thanks to the medicine, the bleeding was finally stopped.

As the sun was about to set, a raggedly dressed boy came up.

He had only been up there a few seconds when the sect leader announced the end of the sect assessment.

As the mist dissipated from the long staircase, countless figures lay scattered about, looking down from above.

The sect leader in the middle of the high platform stretched out his right hand and gently lifted it, causing the people on the long ladder to float into the air. The sect leader then gently waved his hand outwards, and the sleeping people slowly floated down the mountain.

More than 100 people passed the test this time, which is similar to the number in previous years.

The woman in purple on the right front side of the platform gestured for everyone to make way from the front of the platform, and everyone quickly dispersed upon hearing this.

Then, a large transparent sphere on a lotus-shaped base, more than three meters in size, slowly rose from the ground.

"Place your hands on this in the order of arrival, and your talents will be tested. The sect leader and elders will then select disciples based on your talents and performance. If you are not selected, you will all enter the outer sect."

After the woman in purple finished speaking, a young man in black stepped forward first and placed his palm on her.

The bottom of the transparent crystal ball turned red and kept rolling upwards, stopping before it filled a third of the transparent ball.

"A low-grade Heavenly Spiritual Root." After the woman in purple finished speaking, she paused for a long time before the sect leader flew out a golden token and stopped in front of the young man.

The young man reached out and took the token, knelt on one knee, cupped his hands and said, "Disciple Yu Taoming greets Master."

"From now on, you will be my personal disciple." The sect leader's voice was very calm, as if he did not have much hope for the young man.

According to the tradition of Zhaoning Sect in accepting disciples, the first person to pass the test, regardless of their talent, will be taken in by the sect leader. In previous years, the first person to ascend the platform was at least a mid-grade Heavenly Spiritual Root. Although this year's candidate is not bad, he is somewhat disappointing compared to the previous candidates.