I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Zhuang Yujing got angry at the mention of this: "I just don't understand. Even a sect like Wanrentang can participate in the competition, so why can't we from Jiuwanli go? Tianyun Sect is too stingy! A petty sect like that is truly incapable of shouldering great responsibilities! Back in the day, Jiuwanli invited Tianyun Sect to the Spiritual Qi Trial! I went to tell my father, but he just told me not to get involved. I knew as soon as I heard that this matter was not simple. I just don't believe it. I have to see what kind of trouble Tianyun Sect is up to."

This familiar setup, this character who insists on causing trouble—according to typical novel plots, Fan Zhiyi could sense that there was definitely a shocking conspiracy behind this, and it must be a major event concerning these prestigious sects.

Fan Zhiyi gave Zhuang Yujing a sympathetic look; getting involved in this kind of thing usually doesn't end well.

Adhering to the principle of persuading others whenever possible, Fan Zhiyi said, "Why don't you just head back home?"

"What did you say?" Zhuang Yujing stared at Fan Zhiyi in disbelief. "He An, see? I told you this kind of person couldn't be trusted!"

"Don't try to provoke me." Fan Zhiyi tapped the table with his fingertip, trying to think about it from a different angle.

The above speculations are just his guesses. Perhaps the author of this book doesn't follow the usual formula, and tomorrow's competition is just a contest. However, just as Bing Nandong said, it is because it involves a contest with other sects that it is being taken more seriously.

However, if it weren't for... Bing Nandong being trapped and unable to escape, he...

Bing Nandong is just a fictional character. They are all fictional characters. It's all for nothing. He can go back after completing the mission.

Zhuang Yujing stood up and said to He An, "Let's go. Even if he doesn't help me, I have other ways to sneak in."

Fan Zhiyi sighed. Oh well, he's never been a calm and rational person. He's spent so much time with Bing Nandong and the others; it would be a lie to say he has no feelings for them.

"I didn't say I wouldn't help you, but let me give you a heads-up: there's only so much I can do." Fan Zhiyi took out the two sets of disciple robes from his Qiankun bag; this was the only solution his not-so-bright brain could come up with.

Sure enough, Zhuang Yujing rolled her eyes at him: "That's it."

"That's right, they disguised themselves as disciples of the Tianyun Sect and infiltrated."

Zhuang Yujing flatly refused: "I've already given him a lot of face by participating in the competition held by Tianyun Sect. I am the young master of Jiuwanli, how can you expect me to pretend to be a disciple of this pretentious, cowardly, and empty-headed sect!"

Fan Zhiyi was getting a headache from all the noise: "Young Master, could you please keep your voice down? Do you want the whole world to hear your plan?"

Zhuang Yujing: "..."

He An picked up the disciple's robe, looked at it, and then put it down: "Zhiyi, it's not that simple to infiltrate a sect. Doesn't the Tianyun Sect check the identity tags of each disciple?"

“Yes.” Fan Zhiyi encountered this every time he went out; he would register with his ID card when entering and leaving.

However, since he had been traveling with Bing Nandong on these trips, everyone knew Bing Nandong. He had received a favor from Bing Nandong and thus skipped this step, but he registered when he went out alone tonight.

Fan Zhiyi frowned as well: "This is indeed a very tricky problem."

The three of them looked at each other, each trying to come up with a solution.

They say three cobblers are equal to one Zhuge Liang, so why doesn't that apply to them?

After a long silence, the three of them were at a loss. Zhuang Yujing slammed his fist on the table, feeling that they couldn't waste any more time and should just get to work: "Fan Zhiyi, you go distract the guards, and then He An and I will sneak in."

Fan Zhiyi looked up wearily: "How can I distract them?"

"Just tell them that Bingnan Dong is looking for them."

Fan Zhiyi: "..." He'd finally met someone even less intelligent than himself. This kind of tactic would be exposed in a heartbeat.

First of all, why would Bing Nandong be looking for them so late? Secondly, why would Bing Nandong ask him to call those disciples for him? Thirdly, there are two disciples guarding the gate; surely they can't both go. This strategy is simply not feasible.

He An pulled Zhuang Yujing to sit down: "Young Master, stop fooling around."

Fan Zhiyi looked at them and suddenly asked, "Can you change your faces? I mean..." Fan Zhiyi pointed to his own appearance, "...to become like me."

“I refuse,” Zhuang Yujing retorted.

So that means yes, right? Fan Zhiyi said, "Refusal is invalid unless you can find a better way."

Zhuang Yujing said, "Shall we have a fight?"

“Then forget about investigating.” Fan Zhiyi looked at He An. “How about this, I can help one of you sneak in first, and we’ll talk about the other one later.”

He An thought for a moment: "Disguise is not easy, and the time is too short. I'm afraid it will be easily discovered."

Fan Zhiyi waved his hand: "That's why we need to go under the cover of darkness. As long as we don't run into anyone we know, we'll be fine." He added, "Just wait for me on the road after we go in. Then I'll come in to find you and then go pick up the other person."

“That’s too much trouble, it’ll arouse suspicion,” Zhuang Yujing said. “I’ll go in, He An, you wait outside.”

“No…” He An was clearly not reassured about this.

"To achieve great things, I always have to make some sacrifices." Zhuang Yujing was full of enthusiasm. "Don't worry, Tianyun Sect can't do anything to me. You can provide support outside. If something really happens to me, you'll be able to respond."

If we only bring one person in, it will be much easier. Fan Zhiyi handed over the clothes: "Put them on."

Zhuang Yujing hesitated for a moment, then said, "Fine!"

While Zhuang Yujing was changing clothes behind the screen, Fan Zhiyi stared at He An's worried eyes and sighed helplessly. He had already gotten himself on this pirate ship: "I will keep an eye on your young master, but I will try my best. You know I don't have any magic. If it really doesn't work, I will ask Bing Nandong for help."

"Yes." He An nodded. "Young Master's safety is the most important thing."

If that's the case, then what exactly are you trying to achieve by coming here?

Fan Zhiyi couldn't understand: "How did the young master convince you to mess around with him?"

He An said with a face full of loyalty, "Whatever the young master wants to do, He An will definitely follow!"

have to.

In the end, Zhuang Yujing, holding Fan Zhiyi's token, covered his face with a veil and claimed that he had an allergic reaction, successfully infiltrating the Tianyun Sect.

Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that given the attitude of the Tianyun Sect members towards him, they would not even be willing to approach him, let alone investigate seriously.

He An and he hid in the shadows together: "Young Master has gone in, what do we do now?"

One person enters with one token. Fan Zhiyi didn't know if he could get in with just his face, since Bing Nandong could just register directly without a token.

Idiot, how could he possibly be on the same level as Bing Nandong?