I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

However, in reality, Fan Zhiyi did manage to get in. The disciple guarding the gate stopped him briefly, then Fan Zhiyi removed his veil and said that he had gone out through another exit to take care of something and had forgotten his token. They then let him pass.

Is it really that easy? Is Tianyun Sect's defense really that lax? Even if I don't want to deal with him, this is still a bit too outrageous.

He walked a few steps forward and found Zhuang Yujing lingering on the road not far away. To be on the safe side, she was wearing a veil on her face. When she saw Fan Zhiyi, she ripped it off and complained, "Why are you so slow?"

"We waited outside for a while to make the effect more realistic, didn't we?"

Don't you think it's a little strange?

Fan Zhiyi recalled the process of entering the room and still felt it was too easy, feeling somewhat incredulous: "It is indeed a bit strange."

Two brainless people can't come up with anything, so Zhuang Yujing decided not to waste any more time: "Forget it, let's go."

"where to?"

"Find a place to wait until dawn, and then you can follow the others into the competition venue."

"You're going to follow Bing Nandong?" Fan Zhiyi felt that the two of them would be easily discovered by Bing Nandong, and once discovered, Bing Nandong would simply throw them both out.

"Why are you following him?" Zhuang Yujing smiled smugly, a cluster of spiritual energy igniting at his fingertips. "This young master has a better target to follow."

And so, Fan Zhiyi couldn't go home, couldn't sleep in his bed, and stayed with Zhuang Yujing in the desolate mountains and wilderness, where he sneezed countless times and caught another cold.

Zhuang Yujing channeled spiritual energy into him to warm him up, muttering, "How come your body is so fragile? You've become like this after just a short while in the wind."

Fan Zhiyi covered his nose and sneezed again, trying to keep his voice down.

The sky was already slightly bright, and Fan Zhiyi's dark circles were very pronounced. He sniffed and thought to himself that the original owner's physique was already quite good; it was just that they, the group of cultivators, were too defying the heavens.

Zhuang Yujing looked at him and said, "If you really can't take it, go back and rest. I can manage on my own."

Brother, you're all alone...

Fan Zhiyi was afraid that he would turn the entire Tianyun Sect upside down, and then he would also be held responsible. Fan Zhiyi did not want to cause trouble, and he had also promised He An that he would keep an eye on his young master.

Fan Zhiyi shook his head, and Zhuang Yujing said, "Then keep your voice down, let's go." Zhuang Yujing messed up his hair, put on an eye patch and stuck on a mole, and threatened Fan Zhiyi fiercely, "Don't tell anyone I ever looked like this!"

Like a kitten baring its teeth and claws, and with a resemblance to Bing Nandong's occasional expressions, Fan Zhiyi suddenly felt that this young master was actually quite cute.

Just then, Zhuang Yujing looked at Fan Zhiyi, frowned and pondered for a moment, and decided, "No, you have to dress up too." Then, he stuck his thick beard onto Fan Zhiyi's face.

Fan Zhiyi: "..." He looks like a hoodlum. I'm afraid he won't be able to get into the Tianyun Sect at all. Young Master, are you sure I have to dress like this?

Zhuang Yujing nodded and exclaimed, "I'm really smart."

Fan Zhiyi followed Zhuang Yujing and hid in a place. Soon after, he saw a young man in purple robes walking by in a nonchalant manner. This man seemed to be the one he had met at Zuixianglou yesterday.

Zhuang Yujing waved to Fan Zhiyi, signaling him to follow: "Follow him."

"It's too obvious." Fan Zhiyi was embarrassed. Wouldn't it be obvious if they just followed him like this? Did they really think the burly men next to this young master were pushovers?

“We can’t use the invisibility spell, the traces of the spell will be detected. Use this instead.” Zhuang Yujing took out two talismans and stuck them on Fan Zhiyi. “Invisibility talisman.”

"Why didn't you use this sooner!"

"Idiot, it's only effective for one hour, and this talisman is very precious. It cost me a lot of money back then, so of course I'll only use it when necessary." Zhuang Yujing realized what he was talking about, but what was there to explain? "I'm already being generous by letting you use it, and I won't even charge you spirit stones."

"Okay, okay, thank you, young master," Fan Zhiyi replied casually, then glanced at Zhuang Yujing.

After the talisman was applied, his figure did become much more blurred and transparent, but Fan Zhiyi could still recognize him. Was this really okay?

Seemingly understanding Fan Zhiyi's suspicion, Zhuang Yujing flew into a rage: "It's because we both used invisibility talismans that you were able to see me, otherwise... never mind, I'll demonstrate for you myself!" With that, Zhuang Yujing swaggered out first.

"Young Master, keep your voice down." Fan Zhiyi helplessly followed the young master, feeling like he was following a time bomb, with a thrilling sense that it might explode at any moment.

This is so exciting.

Just as Zhuang Yujing had said, they followed the purple-clad youth openly and without any reaction from him.

Zhuang Yujing didn't say anything more, and made a gagging gesture towards Fan Zhiyi, who immediately understood.

The invisibility charm only conceals the physical form; the voice is not within its service range.

Fan Zhiyi never imagined that everything would go so smoothly; they successfully infiltrated the venue. As the crowd gradually increased, they had to avoid being touched or discovered.

Zhuang Yujing dragged Fan Zhiyi to an inconspicuous spot and tore off his talisman: "Judging by the time, this talisman should still last for half an hour. Keep it for now and use it next time."

As he spoke, he became excited again: "When have I ever been so embarrassed? I must take a few more pictures when I get back!" He stared at Fan Zhiyi, "And don't tell anyone about this."

He asked what he was going out to do, and Fan Zhiyi replied, "Yes."

Then Zhuang Yujing took off the disciple's robes of the Tianyun Sect and changed into the clothes of another sect while saying to Fan Zhiyi, "Why are you staring at me? Take them off."

"Which sect is this?" Fan Zhiyi looked at the black disciple's robes, which were indeed quite handsome.

"Yes……"

Before Zhuang Yujing could answer, someone shouted from behind, "Who are you? You're acting suspiciously!"

Fan Zhiyi immediately shielded Zhuang Yujing behind him and turned around, sighing that he really couldn't let his guard down too early.

The newcomers seemed hostile. Fan Zhiyi paused for a moment, then noticed the person in the middle being flanked by two guards. He instantly recognized who these three were.

Isn't this the sect leader's son who put on airs in front of the sect leader's hall back then? What did Bing Nandong say his name was again?

"You don't even bow to the future young sect leader!" his henchman boasted arrogantly.

Thinking it best not to cause trouble, Fan Zhiyi cupped his hands in a standard gesture of respect towards him.

Murong Xiao glanced at him sideways: "Who's behind you? Who gave you permission to come in? You've got some nerve!"

"Behind me were friends from another sect. We ran into each other and caught up for a while."

Zhuang Yujing, who was behind him, also took a few steps to the side, revealing his figure, and bowed his head to Murong Xiao.