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

With the advantage of the system, once a contract is signed, the demonic cultivator can be used for his own purposes. Chen An is not afraid of what kind of dirty tricks the other party might do.

The sect has been largely established; all that remains is to expand it.

Chen An, Qing Yue, and Chen Mingde split up and went down the mountain in two groups.

Chen An went to recruit demonic cultivators as servants, while the other two took on disciples to strengthen the sect's power.

In just three days, dozens more demonic cultivators joined his ranks, and he achieved numerous milestones with the servant system. At this rate, it won't be long before the number of demonic cultivators in the Yihe Sect far exceeds the number of disciples.

The demonic cultivators were placed in the other dragon bones by Chen An. The space was large and the spiritual energy was abundant, which made it very convenient for them to cultivate. There was no need to worry about them going out to kill people. It was a good method that killed two birds with one stone.

Standing at the bow of the boat, Chen An saw a village full of spiritual energy.

The beautiful scenery before us is breathtaking. A pinkish hue permeates the village, resembling a landscape painting of Jiangnan, without a trace of the desolation of late autumn. It truly deserves to be called a paradise on earth.

Strangely, all of the hundreds of villagers were middle-aged; there wasn't a single elderly person or child among them.

Suspecting something was amiss, Chen An concealed his cultivation level and went inside.

The moment I stepped on the first fallen leaf, dozens of villagers warmly greeted me, their smiles simple and genuine.

"Guest, please come and sit down." When the old man dressed in sacrificial robes came out, everyone made way for him.

The people looked at the old man with such reverence that it seemed as if they had lost their minds.

Chen An sat sideways on the chair, feigning curiosity, and a smile appeared on his lips as he looked around.

The old man stroked the feathers on his body, smiled, and handed over a cup of his homemade wine. It smelled wonderful and was a fine wine, but it was not drinkable.

The strength of the person in front of him was somewhat unpredictable, so it was best to retreat first. During his days of wandering the world, he had not encountered any strong individuals, and he had become complacent and reckless.

"Thank you for your kindness. My master asked me to scout ahead. I'll go and call my master and senior brother to come with me."

Just as he was about to leave, the wizard grasped Chen An's wrist. "May I ask who your master is?"

"Elder Changtian."

"Elder Changtian of the Zhaoning Sect?"

"Yes."

A ruthless glint flashed in the wizard's eyes. He gritted his teeth and released his grip.

Chen An felt a bit more comfortable after walking away. When he looked back, the wizard's house was still there. He wasn't afraid that Elder Changtian would come knocking on his door. He was probably a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage.

After entering the tent, Chen An flew away. The other party was not a demonic cultivator, but the magic he used was very strange.

I don't know what's wrong with those middle-aged people; they all seem like walking corpses.

As Chen An moved on, he was still shaken and felt uneasy whenever he thought about what had just happened.

There were forty or fifty people in the small village. Chen An tested more than a dozen of them, and none of them had the aura of demonic cultivators. Just as she was about to leave, she felt as if she had been soaked in rain.

A wisp of hair obscured her view, but no matter how she tried to brush it away, she couldn't get it out.

She then visited more than a dozen villages. These villages were all of similar size, but to Chen An's disbelief, none of them had any demonic cultivators.

As they traveled westward, the number of demonic cultivators gradually increased.

But this place is quite unusual.

Rain dripped down his hair and clothes, but the sun shone brightly in front of him. Chen An was stiff all over, completely unaware of the strangeness of the place.

A thunderclap snapped her awake for a moment, but she was instantly drawn back into the throes of despair.

In that instant, she realized something was wrong, and Chen An's pupils contracted slightly.

She summoned the ebony sword, and slashed down anyone she saw.

The crowd around them grew larger and larger, like a zombie apocalypse; they had no thoughts, they just kept rushing forward.

Once all the ghosts had gathered, Chen An suddenly used his spiritual power to trap them all.

As the spiritual energy poured down, everyone was submerged.

At the same time, Chen An broke free of his restraints and regained consciousness.

Looking again, she was sitting alone on a dead tree, on a square table, with wooden dolls on the other three sides, each with a strange smile on her face.

"It's time to show up."

Chen An swung his sword and slashed at the poplar tree in the distance.

The poplar wood was blown to pieces, and the ebony sword was stuck in the figure behind it.

Chen An stepped forward, only to find a wooden puppet standing there, seemingly imbued with human life.

She released her spiritual power, but there was no trace of anyone, which was really strange.

As the rain subsided, Chen An looked up and saw several unfamiliar figures on the spaceship, but they had already left.

Fortunately, it was a spaceship provided by the system, so it wasn't stolen.

The mystical arts of cultivation are truly profound. She had heard of many secret techniques, most of which were true.

Using magic to clear away the rain, Chen An set off again. If she could encounter the person who had set up this scheme, she would definitely want to learn from them.

The rampant spread of demonic cultivation has become the greatest scourge in the world.

In some villages, the demonic cultivators knew that the magic they practiced was harmful to themselves and others, but they hesitated to admit it. Little did they know that everyone they knew had become a demonic cultivator.

Having gathered a thousand people, Chen An headed back home.

Of these, fifty-six were at the Nascent Soul stage, one hundred and forty-three at the Golden Core stage, five hundred and thirty at the Meridian Opening stage, and the rest were at the Foundation Establishment stage.

Back in his sect, Chen An decided to recuperate for a while.

When these people were released, even Qiao Sheli, who had been a demonic cultivator, was startled. She was usually a woman of few words and would never question Chen An, but at this moment she asked weakly, "Aren't we supposed to be reforming?"

"Don't worry, they've all reformed." After replying, Chen An let them stay at the foot of Yihezong Mountain, where they would have to build their own houses.

Chen An also set up an array here, so he knew exactly when the demonic cultivator would leave, when he would return, and how long he would be gone.

Demonic cultivators are also cultivators, and there are many capable individuals among them. They can build houses at a speed that is no slower than that of the Xuan Tie Jin Jia people.

Pavilions and towers rose one after another; although the planning was unreasonable, at least they could be considered residences.

They committed evil deeds and deserve to die, and they will certainly die in the future. Chen An doesn't want to devote too much effort to them, so isolating them is a good thing.

After living in the sect for a month, Qingyue and Chen Mingde still hadn't returned. Chen An was getting impatient, so he used the Xuan Tie Golden Armored Man they had taken with them to locate their residence and rushed over without stopping, afraid of being too late.

If she encountered demonic cultivators on the road, she would stop them without hesitation.