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

"Don't be angry." A rather melancholy voice came. Chen An turned around and saw Qiao Sheli, who hugged the furious Hong Lang from behind.

Many of his loyal underlings arrived at this time. Although Honglang was angry, he still patted Qiao Sheli's head and said softly, "Brother is fine, don't worry."

"How disgusting." Chen An shook his head inside the tent, then suddenly frowned and exclaimed, "Succulents."

[I'm here. What's wrong? Didn't you escape? What's bothering you?]

"Didn't you say that signing with the system would guarantee 100% loyalty? Why is Qiao Sheli trying to appease Hong Lang again?"

I'm sure I didn't lie to you about my loyalty. As for why, I don't know. Bye-bye, kisses.

Chen An stared at the demonic cultivators with a dark expression, his eyes slowly widening.

Surprisingly, Qiao Sheli stabbed Honglang through the neck with a single blow, right in front of everyone.

"I misunderstood you, succulent."

Under Chen An's control, the tent returned along the same route, and before the underlings could react, Qiao Sheli was taken back into the tent.

It wasn't late, but the miasma layer of the swamp didn't let in much sunlight, and everything around was shrouded in a gray haze, but Chen An's tent was very bright.

Qiao Sheli slumped in the center, without a trace of regret.

Looking back on her life, her parents were killed by their enemies when she was twelve. After she was kidnapped, she met Honglang, who was also kidnapped.

Honglang was thirteen years old that year and had not yet begun cultivating. The two of them were able to escape entirely thanks to her.

Her enemies were like mad dogs, relentlessly pursuing her. To repay their kindness, Honglang had no choice but to learn the demonic path, instantly increasing his cultivation speed by more than ten times. However, he still couldn't defeat his enemies.

In order to survive, she also entered the demonic path. Over the course of more than ten years, the two of them befriended many demonic cultivators and eventually ate all those who had bullied them.

But just as she was about to return to the right path, Honglang stopped her.

As she walked along, she gradually fell behind Honglang's pace and knew that Honglang looked down on her because of her low cultivation level, but she never thought that he would want her dead.

She didn't regret killing Honglang; it was the price a traitor should pay.

"Killed Hong Lang?" Upon hearing this, Chen An unconsciously turned around and saw that he was indeed lying on the ground convulsing. Logically speaking, someone at the Two Elements Realm should not be in this state after being stabbed once.

Qiao Sheli came to her senses after hearing Chen An's words, "I used the juice of the stem and grass. His cultivation technique will be affected by this. Just now, his blood rushed to his head, and he's doomed."

Chen An gave a thumbs up again. This is how you deal with bastards. Although Qiao Sheli is not a good person, at least she has come to her senses.

"Here you go." What was handed to Qiao Sheli was a top-grade black iron sword and a set of gold-threaded clothing.

Just as they were about to reach the righteous person who was hiding, a tall, thirty-something-year-old demonic cultivator pulled him out.

That righteous person always gave Chen An a very familiar feeling, but no matter how she looked at him, she couldn't remember ever seeing him before.

Seeing that they were about to walk away, I had no choice but to use mind reading again. The person was thinking, "Getting the dragon bone is a way of repaying a debt of gratitude."

"Dragon bone, repaying kindness, it seems to be someone I know." Chen An sighed and manipulated the tent to turn around again.

Qiao Sheli glanced at Chen An and asked softly, "You know him?"

Chen An nodded: "Although I don't know who she is, I definitely recognize her. We can't leave today; we have to save her."

The demonic cultivator carried Honglang back at an extremely fast speed, far exceeding the speed of the tent. The two were left behind and could only wait.

She had originally planned to keep the remaining dragon bone and retrieve it later when Honglang was near death to humiliate him, but now it seemed unnecessary to do so.

Chen An's principle: More friends mean more paths, fewer enemies mean more blessings.

The new plan is to find an opportunity to save that person and, incidentally, get rid of the injured Honglang.

They walked for a long time in the tent until late at night before finally arriving at Honglang's bedroom.

The bedroom, spanning several hundred square meters, is quite extravagant. There are more than a dozen pillars carved from a single piece of stone. Not to mention the materials used for the roof, the floor alone cost tens of thousands of Shangping spirit stones.

All the houses in the entire Mingsan Peak combined are worth less than one percent of his floor value.

On the hospital bed, Hong Lang looked utterly defeated. After being injured by the juice of the stem and grass, he vomited a lot of blood. An ordinary Two-Element Realm cultivator would have died long ago if he had vomited that much blood. Chen An sighed again, thinking that he was no wonder he was the Alliance Leader.

A dozen or so healers trembled as they examined Honglang, fearing for their lives, while the righteous cultivator stood in the corner.

Chen An began to operate cautiously, constantly approaching Hong Lang. He thought there were no Nascent Soul stage cultivators here and there would be no problem, but then a large hand grabbed them all in its palm.

"What's wrong?" a female cultivator asked.

The demonic cultivator who was holding Chen An shook his head: "It's nothing. I just sensed someone here, so I reached out and grabbed them."

After cursing the man a thousand times in his heart, Chen An set off again with the tent.

The dragon bone was in the pocket on Honglang's chest. Chen An approached cautiously, even his breathing became much lighter.

Just when success was within reach, Honglang woke up. The wind he stirred up as he got up blew Chen'an far away.

"Your boss is really tough." Chen An remarked, and as he went to retrieve the dragon bone again, the wooden door was kicked open from the outside.

In the light, five towering figures shone brightly, like gods descended to earth, warm and magnificent.

Chen An curled his lips into a smile, made a throat-slitting gesture towards Hong Lang, and introduced to Qiao Sheli, "My senior brothers and sisters, how about it, aren't they handsome?"

Qiao Sheli felt uneasy looking at them, but since they were Chen An's fellow disciples, they probably wouldn't make things difficult for her.

Mu Jingtai's fiery temper always led him to be the first to charge, and this time was no exception. Dressed in plain armor, he flew past Chen An and headed straight for Hong Lang.

As the battle unfolded, Honglang dodged the incoming sword by sidestepping it. He had a fleeting thought of escaping, but Mu Jingtai didn't give him the chance and thrust a second sword at his chest.

Just when everyone thought Honglang was doomed, an old demonic cultivator stood in front of him. After being pierced through the heart, he managed to utter a few words: "Boss, you have to go." After saying this, he spat out a mouthful of blood and died.

Honglang didn't hear those words. The moment the old man blocked the sword for him, he had already disappeared. Chen An was truly impressed.

Sure enough, no matter where you are, as long as you are despicable enough, you can find a glimmer of hope.

A flash of sword light streaked past Chen An's eyes, and her heart trembled. She looked at Xue Shumo, who was entangled by a Nascent Soul cultivator. Everyone present was too late, except for that unknown cultivator.

Asking someone at the Core Formation stage to block a sword from someone at the Nascent Soul stage is something no one would do unless they had a very close relationship with them, but this cultivator still did it.

She caught the sword energy with a cyan sword. Seeing her pale face and trembling hands, Chen An was deeply moved. If it were her, she probably wouldn't have stepped in to save a stranger.