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

After visiting dozens of villages, they recruited fewer than ten people. In some villages with hundreds of people, not a single one had any talent for cultivation.

This made Chen An sigh, because as long as someone has a name in the book, even if they are cannon fodder, they are at a height that ordinary people can never reach in their lifetime.

The inability to recruit students is not a major issue. What is most worrying is that demonic cultivators are everywhere. Chen An and Chen Mingde have dealt with many of them, but those demonic cultivators are like maggots clinging to bones, not only disgusting but also impossible to eradicate completely.

The sects and families of the immortal cultivators also noticed this. They first eliminated dissidents and then sent many disciples out of the mountains, but all to no avail. The demonic cultivators' activity range expanded and their numbers increased, spreading across the entire continent.

Even those with no talent can grasp a thing or two of the cultivation techniques of demonic cultivation, as long as they obtain them. This gives hope to those with ill intentions, who then strive to climb the ranks.

Chen An doesn't dislike people who strive for advancement; in fact, she admires them somewhat, because she is one herself.

These people climbed to their positions by stepping over corpses. There are many ways to achieve success and fame, but they chose the most ruthless one.

If these demonic cultivators were not feeding on ordinary people, but on the marrow of those powerful figures with ulterior motives, Chen An wouldn't mind helping them out.

But they all chose people who were worse off than themselves.

In the last great war between gods and demons, countless immortals perished, and the spiritual energy within them was returned to the world.

The mainland was reborn, nurturing the immortals of future generations and granting many people the qualification to cultivate immortality.

Now, it's that time of year again.

The number of cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage is increasing, and their lifespans seem endless.

The spiritual energy will only be returned to the world if cultivators at the same Nascent Soul stage fight each other.

Those who have reached the Nascent Soul stage are probably not fools; they band together for mutual support, completely cutting off the path to survival and advancement for ordinary people.

As the spiritual energy remaining in the world gradually thins out, ordinary people no longer have the opportunity to grow. Every day, they watch those in high positions of power and those with profound cultivation preying on the masses, inevitably causing some to feel jealous.

Chen An sat at the bow of the boat, feeling suffocated by a sense of powerlessness.

All she could do was try to minimize the number of deaths and bloodshed in this struggle.

She was in a book, but the people around her were alive and well right in front of her. She couldn't pretend not to see them or pretend not to care.

Perhaps when others are reading, it's just a casual conversation, but for her, it's not.

Humans are not plants or trees; how can they be without feelings?

She was neither a refined person who valued tranquility and lofty ideals, nor a Zen disciple who transcended worldly concerns; she was just an ordinary person who had encountered some opportunities.

Emotion is the most useless thing for cultivators, yet it is also the most indispensable.

Only by being both ruthless and compassionate can one truly attain enlightenment.

She thought that with the death of the demonic cultivator leader in the book and the disappearance of the person behind him, the farce would end, but things went beyond her expectations and became increasingly uncontrollable.

After more than three months, the spaceship finally managed to gather a hundred people. These people were of varying ages, and if they were sent to other sects, they would probably be sent back.

But Chen An felt this was a good omen: one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things.

With these people, the sect can become powerful, and a powerful sect can attract more powerful individuals.

With nothing else to do, Chen Mingde made a hundred-meter-long banner with the words "Yihe Sect" written in bright red characters, the characters vigorous and powerful, exuding a domineering aura.

Hanging on the spacecraft's flagpole, it fluttered in the wind, looking very elegant.

After taking these people back to the sect, Qiao Sheli raised them in different places according to their talents and temperaments.

Just like the proportion of all cultivators, very few can use spiritual power. Among all the people, only one was found, and this person's talent for alchemy can only be described as having some, not good at all.

Chen An had no intention of taking on any apprentices, but Qing Yue arrived overjoyed.

He shook his head at these people, but in the end he still took her in and named her Chaoqing.

After taking Chen Mingde there once, Chen An entrusted the matter of accepting disciples to Qing Yue and Chen Mingde.

Both of them loved freedom and considered it a blessing to travel the world, so they naturally agreed.

Qiao Sheli was the most patient and became their nominal master, teaching them the secrets of cultivating immortality every day.

Besides cultivating, Wu Siyue became the director of the logistics department. In addition to being in charge of food, he also had to worry about the patrol situation of the Xuan Tie Jin Jia people, keeping him extremely busy.

The sect is developing better and better, and cultivators can be seen on the mountaintops. With people around, the spiritual energy becomes more active.

No longer like before, lifeless and gloomy, yet still bearing traces of humanity, unable to bear the blessings of this vast land.

The spiritual veins continued to erupt, and all the spirit stones were put into the warehouse.

After Qingyue tallied them up, she said they were worth a million high-grade spirit stones.

With a wave of his hand, he collected the spirit stones into his storage ring, opened the shop, and the one million high-grade spirit stones below the Inner Force Pill gleamed brightly.

Chen An reached out and tapped "Confirm Purchase".

A glowing pill appeared in his hand.

With the pill in hand, it's time to put the breakthrough on the agenda. However, the fact that the mountain of spirit stones in the storage ring has been reduced to a single pill can indeed be disheartening.

Back in her room, Chen An entered the Dragon Bone Cave. She sat cross-legged and immediately began cultivating.

Fu Gui, who hadn't seen Chen An for many days, excitedly ran over. But seeing that she had cut off all contact with her surroundings, he turned away in disappointment, muttering something unintelligible.

[Rewards for Mid-Nascent Soul Stage: Talent +, Martial Power +, Speed ​​+, Mind Reading +2560 times, High-Grade Spirit Stone +1, Array Stone +1176, High-Grade Pill +1176, Top-Grade Xuan Iron Sword +128, Cultivation Technique "Shan Tong Jue", Health Seed +, Golden Silk Robe +256, "Pouring Wine Temple Map" +1, Spaceship +64, Momentary Tent +32, Xuan Iron Golden Armor Man +1600, Ten-Thousand-Year Xuan Iron 300 Jin, Pure Land 20 Jin, Blazing Flame +20, Su Yang Talisman +10]

[Collection within three days]

Sixty spaceships, thirty tents, and a thousand armored warriors made of black iron became public property. Each person was provided with a piece of golden silk robe, 300 catties of black iron were used to forge weapons, and fifteen catties of pure soil were scattered on the back mountain.

Taking out a Su Yang Talisman, Chen An asked in a low voice, "Succulent, what's this for?"

[Using this talisman greatly increases cultivation speed. As its owner, you can freely utilize the cultivation power of the cultivator who used this talisman.]

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After a long silence, Chen An finally put the talisman away. Such a thing was evil, but it was indeed useful.

If you happen to encounter a meddlesome Nascent Soul cultivator that day, it wouldn't hurt to secretly put it into his body.