After disappearing for ten years, the junior sister made the entire sect kneel down to welcome her.

"Let's check it out, just in case."

The leaders of the Xuantian Sect gathered together and sent several capable disciples to sneak over.

However, they soon discovered an embarrassing fact: the Xuantian Sect's protective formation was too solid.

How tight is it?

It's like an iron bucket; not even a fly can get in, let alone several grown people.

Several Hunyuan Sect disciples had been circling around the Xuantian Sect's perimeter for several days, but they couldn't find the slightest opportunity to take advantage of the situation. They were so anxious that their lips were almost blistered.

Finally, one of the disciples, in a moment of inspiration, came up with a rather unseemly method.

Night fell.

On the hillside outside the Xuantian Sect, a few sheep quietly appeared among a flock of free-range, grazing spirit sheep.

These sheep were exceptionally large, standing out from the rest of the flock, their plumpness almost excessive.

The disciples of Xuantian Sect who were in charge of taking care of the spirit beasts noticed them at a glance when they were herding sheep back to their pens early in the morning.

"Wow, how come these sheep are so fat?" The junior disciple patted the round rump of one of the sheep, finding it surprisingly good to the touch. He nodded in satisfaction, "With this much fat, we could definitely make a big pot of delicious soup at the Spirit Kitchen."

The sheep froze, almost standing up on the spot.

Another disciple came over to look, his eyes shining: "It just so happens that there's been plenty of meat in the canteen these past few days, and everyone's been enjoying their meals. Let's keep them in the sheep pen for now, and send them to the spirit canteen tomorrow!"

Several "sheep" were thus locked in the sheepfold.

That evening, taking advantage of a moment of carelessness by the disciples of Ling Shan Tang, several fat sheep quietly slipped out from an inconspicuous corner and, without saying a word, quickly transformed back into human form.

Then he stole a few sect disciples' robes that were hanging outside and hadn't been taken in yet, and brazenly put them on.

As a result, several "own disciples" began to swagger around the Xuantian Sect.

They spent two whole days asking around the sect, subtly inquiring about the Moon Spirit Kingdom.

But the result left them very frustrated—they couldn't get any information out of them.

The disciples of the Xuantian Sect would smile and change the subject whenever the Moon Spirit Kingdom was mentioned, and not a single useful piece of information could be gleaned from them.

Not only that, but they couldn't find out anything, which instead attracted the attention of the sect's administrative office.

Someone reported that there were two unusually fat sheep in the sheepfold, and just as they were about to be taken to the slaughterhouse, the two sheep mysteriously disappeared, and they could not be found even after searching the entire sect.

Immediately afterwards, many more male disciples reported that their clothes hanging outside had been stolen.

When the two matters came together, the elders of the Redundant Affairs Hall gradually became serious.

Even more outrageous, a well-informed disciple whispered in private that he had heard of a backward tribe in the West with peculiar customs, in which sheep were used as sexual tools, and the larger the sheep's buttocks, the more popular they were.

After these words were spread, the entire Xuantian Sect was in an uproar.

"A monster has appeared in the sect!"

"The sheep thief and the clothes thief must be the same person! It's especially thrilling to do this to sheep while wearing someone else's clothes!"

"Good heavens, I knew those two sheep's butts looked extra round!"

"If they like to target sheep's buttocks, do they also like targeting male disciples' buttocks...?"

The more I talk about it, the scarier it gets.

Suddenly, the outcry against perverts intensified.

The disciples were all on edge, locking their doors tightly at night, and the male disciples went out in groups, fearing that they would be targeted by the pervert if they were alone.

The sect elders held an emergency internal meeting to discuss the matter.

The elders of the Redundant Affairs Hall recounted the whole story. The elders had different expressions: some were angry, some were embarrassed, and some had something to say but couldn't.

Luo Huanzhen sat in the sect leader's seat, swinging his little feet as he listened to the whole story. Suddenly, he blinked and asked in an innocent tone, "Could it be that someone infiltrated the sect? Disguised as a sheep, trying to gather information?"

All the elders in the hall were taken aback.

The next second, everyone's expression changed.

Yup!

Disguising oneself as a sheep to sneak in through a hole, stealing disciple robes to disguise one's identity, and inquiring around the sect—isn't this the standard procedure for a spy?

Why are they so focused on thinking in a perverted direction that they've overlooked the most important thing?

The elders exchanged bewildered glances, then one of them slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "The sect leader is right!"

Moreover, following this line of thought, the answer is obvious: who else but the Hunyuan Sect could send someone to gather information at this time?

A cold sweat instantly broke out on the elders' backs.

But then they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the spoils looted from the Hunyuan Sect cultivators had already been distributed cleanly, and everything that needed to be used and spent had been spent.

Everything in the special exchange area of ​​the mission hall was also sold out; not a single item remained.

In addition, they had carried out a vigorous "keep your mouth shut" mobilization campaign within the sect, which was surprisingly effective. The entire sect was as tight-lipped as a clam shell, and no one would utter a single word.

Thank goodness, the deception wasn't exposed.

But despite their good fortune, these spies from the Hunyuan Sect who had infiltrated the sect were truly despicable.

The elders grew increasingly angry and decided to turn the tables on the perpetrators, slamming their fists on the table and issuing a death order: send more people to conduct an even more rigorous manpower search for the pervert!

As a result, a vigorous "catch the pervert" campaign was launched throughout the entire Xuantian Sect.

The disciples were filled with righteous indignation. They patrolled and searched everywhere, shouting slogans loudly. They even had to use secret codes to confirm their identities when getting food in the canteen.

Several spies from the Hunyuan Sect were mixed in with the crowd, living in constant fear. They wore stolen disciple robes, blending into the crowd and shouting to kill the pervert. At night, they huddled in a corner, trembling with fear, terrified of being recognized.

After several days, they still hadn't found out anything.

The group of people met up, looking dejected, and decided to make a quick getaway before they were discovered.

They muttered to themselves: Could the Xuantian Sect really be innocent? Was Elder Luo and his disciples' deaths unrelated to this place? They'd ruled out nearly a hundred sects, leaving only the Xuantian Sect, but it still didn't match up…

Filled with questions, the Hunyuan Sect disciples sheepishly made their way out of the sect, intending to escape through the tunnel they had taken earlier.

Just then, a slow-moving oxcart came towards them on the mountain road.

On the cart sat an ordinary man who looked like a father and son. The father was whipping the oxen, while his young son, who was only seven or eight years old, looked around with bright, sparkling eyes.

The oxcart encountered several Hunyuan Sect disciples head-on.

The child immediately spotted the sect disciples' robes on them and became so excited that he danced around and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Immortals! Immortals! They're immortals from the Xuantian Sect!"

The father smiled and took the opportunity to educate his child: "See? After you join the Xuantian Sect, you must cultivate diligently, just like the immortals of the Xuantian Sect, vanquishing demons and upholding justice. Understand?"

The child nodded vigorously, his eyes full of anticipation.

Then the father started to reminisce, and once he started talking, he couldn't stop.

"Speaking of which, the ghost tide that struck Moon Spirit Kingdom this time was all thanks to Young Sect Master Luo of the Profound Heaven Sect. You didn't see the scene; the dark, overwhelming tide of ghosts was terrifying. But then Young Sect Master Luo stood at the bow of the spirit ship and waved that flag—"

He vividly demonstrated a waving motion.

"With a whoosh, all the ghosts and monsters dared not cause trouble, and were all sucked into that flag, completely clean! If it weren't for her, that ghost tide would have continued to rage for at least another month or two before it subsided. That's why your father was determined to send you to the Xuantian Sect to become an apprentice. Only by following the right person can you have a bright future!"

The child's eyes lit up as he listened, his face filled with admiration.

Several Hunyuan Sect disciples suddenly stopped in their tracks.