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While Luo Yiyi was busy looting the Hulu Sect, the Cheng brothers also successfully arrived outside the gate of the Tianyan Sect.

The flying magic gourd had to land on the ground when it got close to a certain range of the Tianyan Sect, and the remaining long section of the mountain road had to be traveled on foot.

So, they took turns carrying Cheng Bei, and it took them half a day to finally climb to the entrance of the mountain, where they were stopped by two disciples who were guarding outside the gate.

"Stop! This is Tianyan Sect. Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Cheng Yi carried Cheng Bei on his back, and Cheng Xing and Cheng Ke both stepped forward to salute.

Cheng Xing said, "My two Taoist friends, are you all well? We are disciples of the Hulu Sect. We brought our master here because the demons came to attack our sect."

A disciple looked at Cheng Bei, who was unconscious on Cheng Yi's back, and asked cautiously, "What happened to the unconscious person?"

Cheng Xing replied: "This is our master. For some reason, he is unwilling to come to us for help. Therefore, we brothers had no choice but to let our master fall asleep temporarily, so we had to come to him for help."

The two disciples looked at each other, both of them felt that this was unheard of. Their master was knocked unconscious just because he didn't agree to ask for help? This didn't sound credible.

However, they still nodded to the three people and said, "Wait for a moment. I will notify the deacons and disciples to come and greet you."

He took out a whistle from his belt and put it to his mouth to blew it. Strangely, no whistle sounded. Not long after he put down the whistle, a disciple came on a sword from a distance and landed steadily at the gate.

The newly arrived Tianyan Sect disciple bowed respectfully to the three people, and heard a brief preliminary message from the gatekeeper disciple. A hint of doubt flashed across his eyes, but he was not rude at all. He respectfully invited the few people to come in for further discussion and registration.

This is considered a fixed procedure in large sects. The three of them, along with the person they were carrying on their backs, followed the disciple into the main gate, then boarded the flying magic weapon that the disciple had taken out and headed to the special registration office.

Before landing, the three of them noticed from a distance that the place where they were registering their information was bustling with activity.

People dressed in the uniforms of disciples from different sects gathered in a small square. At one end of the square was a row of tables and chairs. Behind each set of tables and chairs stood a white banner with calligraphy on it indicating what the person was responsible for.

On one side of each set of tables and chairs sat two disciples of the Tianyan Sect, one responsible for asking questions and the other for registration. Behind them were registration books placed in different categories, and there were quite a lot of them.

There is a stool on the other side of the table and chairs, and sitting on it is the person who came to ask for help. There are more people asking for help queuing up behind, with some looking anxious, some looking relaxed. It is obvious that some are really anxious, while others are just here to join in the fun.

After landing at the end of the square, the Tianyan Sect disciple who led the way briefly explained the registration rules and procedures to the three brothers, and kindly took them to a table and chairs where the team was obviously much smaller, then turned around and continued to welcome the new arrivals.

Cheng Xing looked at the white banner behind the table and chair at the end of the queue and read out softly, "What's going on with the demon clan?"

Cheng Ke looked around curiously and said in surprise, "So this is how the big sects handle affairs, in an orderly manner, taking care of every detail. No wonder they can grow bigger and bigger. Unlike us, we usually procrastinate when doing things, and whether we can complete it depends entirely on fate."

Cheng Yi carried Cheng Bei on his back and wiped the sweat from his forehead with one free hand: "How long do we have to wait? I'm afraid Lady Yiyi can't wait any longer."

Cheng Xing frowned slightly, looked at the team that was much shorter than the one next to it but still spectacular, and shook his head helplessly: "It will probably take quite a while."

Cheng Ke politely patted the other sect disciples lined up in front of him and negotiated politely.

"My fellow Daoist, our area is about to be razed to the ground by the demons. Can you please give us a favor and allow us to register first?"

Unexpectedly, the other party had tears in his eyes and his expression was full of grief and anger. In excitement, he opened his mouth and sprayed saliva all over Cheng Ke's head and face.

"How dare you say that your sect is about to be razed to the ground? There are thirty people in my sect, and all of them except me were slaughtered by the demons. How dare you, who is still alive and well, come and compete with the dead for a position with shamelessness? Do you have any shame? Do you have any shame!"

Cheng Ke wiped the saliva off his face and apologized bitterly: "Daoyou, please calm down. I am ashamed. I hope you will not be sad!"

The other party wiped his red eyes with the dirty sleeve of his robe, glared at the three people fiercely, and turned back angrily, but one could still tell from his trembling shoulders that he was very angry.

Cheng Ke looked at his two brothers and shrugged helplessly. He could only suppress his anxiety and secretly pray that the demons would not come so quickly. Otherwise, if something happened to the young ancestor of Tianyan Sect, they would have to commit suicide without the demons taking action.

When it was time for the shift change, Cheng Yi carefully handed Cheng Bei over to Cheng Ke, finally breathing a sigh of relief. He then asked the question that had been on his mind since waiting in line.

"Since Master Yiyi has given us the token, why don't we just ask the disciples of Tianyan Sect to help us find the one called He, He, He Jian?"

Cheng Xing shook his head calmly: "On the way here, I asked the disciple who guided us where Daoist He Jian was, but he said he didn't know. I'm afraid he won't agree if we rashly ask him to help find him."

Cheng Ke added: "I have also shown the butterfly hairpin, but the disciples of Tianyan Sect seem to be unaware of it. I am afraid that this token is not known to everyone. We can only go through the formal process to find the disciple named He Jian."

Cheng Yi leaned over to look at the team which was only a little shorter, and shook his head and sighed with a feeling of melancholy.

"How long do we have to wait? Sigh! I don't know how Mistress Yiyi is doing."

Although Cheng Ke was worried in his heart, he calmly comforted her: "Don't worry, since she was able to seriously injure Gongsun Qiubai, she must have a way to save her life that we don't know about. Besides, don't forget that she is the little ancestor after all, and she must have a lot of magic weapons. If she said there is a way, I think she must really have a way."

Cheng Xing sighed and said, "We can only hope so, otherwise we will be blamed for our crimes."

Cheng Yi glanced at Cheng Bei and said tremblingly, "Don't say that if anything happens to Lady Yiyi, we will be blamed for our death. If our master wakes up, we will not be able to explain ourselves. We will probably die a more miserable death."

The two of them shuddered at the same time after hearing this, and when they thought of their master's alternative methods of punishment, their expressions suddenly became miserable.

They waited from the zenith to the sunset. Fortunately, most of the people in front registered quickly. After listening to the brother who had his family wiped out crying for a long time, it was finally the turn of the three brothers.

The two registered disciples did not find the strange combination of three people and an unconscious old man strange at all. They were obviously experienced, so they just asked one of them to sit on the stone bench as a representative and explain the situation.

Now it was Cheng Xing's turn to carry Cheng Bei on his back. Cheng Yi was not very good at speaking, so Cheng Ke sat directly on the stone bench and briefly described to the two people opposite him that the demons could invade at any time and wanted to seek help.

Unexpectedly, when Cheng Ke finished speaking with a dry mouth, he looked up and saw the two people opposite him were stunned, and the disciple who was recording had obviously forgotten to record halfway in surprise, and the brush was still hanging on the half-written paper without moving.

The disciple in charge of the inquiry confirmed with a trembling voice.

"You, you, you, what did you say? Who asked you to come here?"

Cheng Ke swallowed, looked back at Cheng Xing and Cheng Yi who also looked nervous, and then said the well-known name word by word.

"Luo, Yi, Yi!"