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

Halfway through the spaceship's journey, the previously dense aura disappeared, making it impossible for Chen An to lock onto it.

The black iron armored man was given by the system; the disappearance of his aura meant he had been completely destroyed.

They inquired along the way for a month, but no one had seen them.

This made Chen An even more anxious.

"Succulent, can you find out where Qingyue and Chen Mingde are?"

Sorry, honey, I can't tell you.

"..."

Following the last clue, Chen An searched the surrounding area but found nothing.

Six months later, he still hadn't found the person he was looking for, but he had over ten thousand demonic cultivators under his command, the highest of whom was a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Although the quality is not high, the quantity is large enough, and the rewards given by the system keep increasing.

Having exhausted all other options, Chen An had no choice but to return to his sect.

The two men carried the Yihe Sect's plaques, and seeing that the wooden plaques left inside the sect were still lit, Chen An knew that the two men were still alive, which put his mind at ease.

With the array stones, Chen An rebuilt his sect.

It cost 1,700 coins to refine a large array that gathers spiritual energy.

Above the grand formation, a nine-story tower was built. Cultivators who have been practicing for less than a year can use it for free, while those who have been practicing for more than a year need to pay spirit stones to cultivate inside.

Combined with the formation that expands the meridians, the two formations are extremely useful for new cultivators.

As more and more cultivators entered the tower, the value they brought to the sect also increased.

Looking at everything before him, Chen An's tense nerves relaxed considerably, but the situation outside the sect was getting worse and worse.

Rumor has it that three medium-sized cities have been completely occupied by demonic cultivators, and a large city is also in imminent danger.

All the major sects and aristocratic families sent reinforcements, but few of them actually took action, giving the impression that they were indifferent to the matter.

Chen An was only at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and among the sect leaders who were at the Deity Transformation stage, he had no room to interject.

Moreover, the sect is not yet fully established, and to avoid unnecessary trouble, no one knows about the Yihe Sect, nor can too many people know about it.

She wanted to help, but was powerless to do so.

Summer rainy season is very annoying. The fine, continuous rain falls like silk, only wetting the ground.

It's just right for the plants on the back hill, but it doesn't relieve the heat for people.

While Chen An was training his mental strength, he fainted again. As soon as he regained consciousness, he saw a bright light shooting out from the dragon bone.

Entering the dragon bone, Meng Huan lay on his side on the bed, turned his head slightly, and looked at Chen An with tender eyes, "You've come."

His forced smile revealed his exhaustion, but it did not diminish his usual uprightness.

Chen An's expression was a mix of crying and laughing: "You're finally awake."

Meng Huan nodded, his eyes clouding over.

In his dreams, he saw his mother and master countless times.

The two were gentle yet resolute, but whenever he mentioned traveling far away, their faces would be filled with disappointment.

What I can't leave behind, what I can't bear to part with, is not just my master and mother, but myself, enveloped in love.

Time and time again, even though he knew what he was seeing was fake and that the two had left him, he still couldn't bear to let go of that warmth.

In the end of the dream, Chen An stood in the distance, smiling, and said, "Come and help me."

He knew he was trapped by his inner demons, but he was unwilling to wake up. When he saw Chen An again, he knew that someone still needed to rely on him, so he cut off his feelings and walked away.

Perhaps what's trapping him isn't his inner demons, but himself.

But none of that matters anymore. What matters is that he has come out of it, safely and completely.

Since Meng Huan passed away, Chen An has loved to chat with him whenever he has something on his mind, treating him like family.

Perhaps it was because neither of them had any family left, but Chen An always felt closer to him.

She hadn't been this happy in a long time since demonic cultivators began to roam the world.

"Hey, you're awake now, so get to work. Come with me to Baoyuan Pavilion tomorrow."

Meng Huan nodded: "Okay."

A batch of spiritual herbs came down from the back mountain, and with the help of the black iron-armored men, they were collected quickly.

Among those disciples, only Zheng west reached the Great Perfection of the Meridian Opening stage. At his age, he could still cultivate so quickly. Talent is indeed not to be underestimated.

When Chen An was in the Zhao Ning Sect, he felt that such a rule was too rude. But after he became the sect leader, he clearly felt the difference and began to favor the more talented disciples.

Currently, the Yihe Sect has a thousand disciples and tens of thousands of demon servants. If it weren't for the sect leader's weakness, it would be comparable to a major sect. Even the Xuhua Sect at its peak was no more than this.

The next morning, Meng Huan knocked on Chen An's door.

He stood in the light, his complexion improved considerably, and he walked in on his own.

Sitting at the table, he looked at Chen An's sleepy-eyed appearance and couldn't help but smile.

Chen An laughed along with him: "Speak quickly, what's the matter?"

"Give me an elder position in the Yihe Sect."

Chen An sat down next to Meng Huan, shook his head and refused, "No."

Meng Huan frowned slightly, staring at Chen An with some confusion.

"As Mingyuan Daoist's disciple and the successor to the Xuhua Sect, what kind of person are you to come here as an elder? Besides, you can't put all your eggs in one basket." Chen An took a sip of tea.

Meng Huan looked down at the table, his expression turning quite grim.

Chen An gave him a push and said jokingly, "I'm not saying this to make you sad, okay? Cheer up."

Meng Huan looked up at the distant mountains, and after a long while, he smiled, a glimmer of hope burning in his eyes: "Very well, I shall comply."

“That’s more like it, that’s the older brother I know.”

During the time they spent together, Chen An got to know Meng Huan's personality. He was a rare genius, even stronger than his fellow disciples.

It's a pity that I initially went to the Xu Hua Sect. If I had a larger platform, I would definitely be stronger now.

Meng Huan was upright, and at the same time possessed the arrogance that all geniuses have; he was by no means someone who would submit to others.

He had his own ideas, and Chen An, who was not a character in the book, had many different views from him, which inevitably led to conflicts.