After passing through the cannon fodder in the book, my brother turned out to be the male protagonis

Sun Liang rubbed his shoulder and said, "Right now, ninety percent of the people in the sect are practicing the Great Harmony Technique. The remaining ten percent are private furnaces kept by some disciples. The furnaces need to go to the forbidden area to hide after the first bell rings every day. If they are caught by other disciples on the way, no one can interfere with how the furnace is treated."

"So, according to you, the furnace is protected at all times except when the bell rings?" Fang Yiqin asked.

"I guess so. At other times, coveting the furnace cauldron would get you beaten up, and you might even incur the sect leader's punishment."

Fang Yiqin lowered his eyes in thought, when he heard Sun Liang ask, "How did you get into the forbidden area? That place is very remote."

Seeing Sun Liang's probing gaze, Fang Yiqin said, "You don't need to know that. Do you know Dong Heng?"

It was just a casual question, but when Sun Liang heard the name, his face turned pale. He quickly told Fang Yiqin to be quiet and said nervously, "Shh—you absolutely mustn't let anyone else hear you call the sect leader by his name."

Fang Yiqin couldn't understand. It was just a name; did saying it mean he would die?

“There was a disciple who had his head crushed simply for calling out the sect leader’s name while practicing the Great Harmony Technique,” ​​Sun Liang said.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yiqin gasped, marveling at how skilled their sect was.

"Let me tell you..." Sun Liang got more and more excited as he spoke, and ended up talking to Fang Yiqin all night about gossip about the Tongdao Sect. When he went out the next day, the dark circles under his eyes were even more pronounced.

Fang Yiqin stayed in the room and sent the rhyme he had written down yesterday to Tianji Hall, but unexpectedly received a reply from Zhou Feihan: "If Tianji Hall knew so much, they wouldn't need you to investigate."

Fang Yiqin's fist hardened instantly. He immediately severed contact with Tianji Hall, thought for a moment, and sent a message to Wang Beiwang. Not long after, he received a reply from him: "Waaah, Brother Fang, you finally contacted me! Do you know how long I've waited for you? Two years! A whole two years!"

"Stop talking nonsense. Do you have any leads on what I'm asking?"

"Not yet, but wait for me for two days, and I'll definitely 'find' it for you."

Just from the words, Fang Yiqin could imagine Wang Beiwang's current expression. Thinking of his friends in the sect, Fang Yiqin couldn't help but smile.

"Um... Brother Fang, the sect is recruiting new members in a couple of days. Why don't you come back and take a look?" Wang Beiwang, who was in the Tianyun Sect, asked under the watchful eye of the Disciplinary Elder.

Fang Yiqin was taken aback. So it was time for the sect to recruit new members again?

"No, Master and the others are still overseeing things at the Discipline Hall. I'll go back once I find Qiuqiu."

Mentioning his missing sister cast a shadow over Fang Yiqin's entire being. Hearing this, Wang Beiwang quickly said, "That little sister Fang is a lucky girl. Maybe she'll return to the sect on her own one day."

Having received no further messages from Fang Yiqin, Wang Beiwang sighed and said to the Disciplinary Elder, "Elder, as you've seen, Brother Fang won't return to the sect without finding Sister Fang."

The Elder of Discipline closed his eyes, patted Wang Beiwang on the shoulder and said, "Alright, that's enough for your cleaning today. Go back and have a good talk with your master. Don't be lazy and make your master angry."

Wang Beiwang nodded in agreement, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and left the Discipline Hall. Li Si, carrying a pile of scrolls, walked over and asked, "Does Senior Brother Fang need our help with the things he just asked Senior Brother Wang to investigate?"

The Elder of Discipline nodded and said, "If that brat Wang Beiwang can't find out, then tell him the result."

Li Si recalled the unpleasant incident between the Disciplinary Elder and Fang Yiqin a year ago, shook his head inwardly, and walked towards the main peak with the scroll in his hand.

Let the master and disciple resolve their own issues.

The first bell rang in the Tongdao Sect. Fang Yiqin stood up and, as he was about to leave, glanced at himself in the bronze mirror. His clothes were neat and appropriate, and he certainly didn't look like a furnace. Relying on his memory, he unbuttoned his tightly fastened clothes a little, and used his sword to cut a few slits in the hem of his clothes. After looking at the bronze mirror again, he left the room with satisfaction.

When Fang Yiqin arrived at the forbidden area, most people had already found a place to sit. He followed suit and found a corner. He saw Xiao Yi helping a pale-faced woman who was walking unsteadily into the room. The woman coughed and said, "Xiao Yi, don't help me. You should ask Qian Ze to take a look at your back injury."

The man whose name was called frowned as he stood up and asked, "How did you get hurt?"

Seeing that Xiao Yi was gritting his teeth and refusing to speak, the woman said with tears in her eyes, "It's because of me, I've dragged him down."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yi, enduring the pain, comforted her, "It's because I'm not strong enough. If I could be as strong as Senior Fang, then my sister wouldn't be bullied by them."

Fang Yiqin listened to their conversation from the corner, completely bewildered. The man from yesterday suddenly appeared out of nowhere and leaned close to Fang Yiqin, saying, "Do you know the Sword God's disciple? He's the person Xiao Yi admires the most. Xiao Yi's name was even changed based on the Sword God's disciple's name."

Startled, he jumped to his feet, knocking over a pile of earthenware jars beside him. Everyone turned to look at him at the noise. The man covered his mouth and chuckled, "Really, am I that scary? By the way—we don't even know your name yet."

"Qin Yi," Fang Yiqin said, calming himself down.

"That's a good name. Qin Yi, Qin Yi. If you read it backwards, it's the name of Senior Fang, whom Xiao Yi admires the most." The man looked at Xiao Yi with a teasing gaze.

As expected, Xiao Yi immediately became agitated upon hearing this: "How dare you, an ugly wretch, use this name? You've insulted Senior Fang."

The woman standing next to Xiao Yi tugged at his sleeve, shielding him behind her, and bent down to apologize to Fang Yiqin: "Xiao Yi is a good boy. If you are angry, young master, please take it out on me."

Qian Ze frowned, clasped his hands in a fist and said to Fang Yiqin, "Fellow Daoist, don't listen to Fang Xian's nonsense. She is the one who has been bullied the most among us, and she can't take any more torment."

Fang Yiqin said, "I promised yesterday that I wouldn't hurt you."

Although Fang Yiqin said this, it did not lessen the wariness in the eyes of the others.

Fang Yiqin received no information from anyone else until the second bell rang.

Sun Liang went to see a physician today, only to learn that no one else could concoct the antidote he needed. Frustrated, he returned to his room and saw Fang Yiqin's tattered clothes. He frowned and asked, "Are you dressed like a beggar?"

Seeing that Fang Yiqin didn't respond, Sun Liang walked up to him, sat down, and asked, "Speaking of which, you must know someone in the medical cultivation lineage at Tianyun Sect, right?"

Fang Yiqin glanced at him and said, "You want to ask who poisoned your body?"

Sun Liang nodded frantically, and Fang Yiqin said, "Then forget about it. No one but himself can cure the poison he made."

Upon hearing this, Sun Liang understood who the poisoner was. However, the fact that the person in front of him was able to obtain the poison from Zhang Chen meant that he must hold an extraordinary position in the Tianyun Sect.