Why did you provoke me?

As the saying goes, good things don't come true, but bad things do.

Seven days later, Nangong Tianshou sent a message: "Yu Meng, this time there's a bit of trouble."

Meanwhile, Yu Meng was trying to peel off the skin of the green-haired alien.

"What's wrong?" Yu Meng asked calmly.

"The Zhou family was targeted in the second battlefield. That person directly said that we were meddling in other people's business." Nangong Tianshou didn't beat around the bush and made his point clear.

"What are your plans? Have you figured out the background of those people?" Yu Meng's hands didn't stop moving, and her tone was flat.

"My idea is simple: fight back," Nangong Tianshou answered directly. "I need the full support of your lineage's disciples."

"No problem. But I have one condition: none of my disciples can be harmed."

Yu Meng's succinct response silenced Nangong Tianshou on the other end of the communication bell. After a long pause, he spoke again, "Do you really have that many people?"

Yu Meng softly hummed in agreement.

Nangong Tianshou cursed, "I'll do it. You get the people ready, I'll come pick them up in ten days." Before Meng could agree, Nangong Tianshou unilaterally cut off the communication bell.

Qingyuan looked at Yu Meng and asked, "Do you know what he's going to do? What if our people get hurt?"

Yu Meng remained silent for a while. "Aunt Qing, although these people's experiences are very pitiful, they have never actually been on the alien battlefield. If they want to have a better future, this kind of experience is necessary. Besides, Nangong Tian Shou will definitely have people protect them. Most importantly, they are not weak; they are just unfamiliar with the survival rules of the alien battlefield."

Qingyuan noticed Yu Meng's fingers were moving. "I'll have Secretary Wu come over and let him handle this."

"Thank you for your hard work, Aunt Qing. Have him bring back the second batch of members. Get them ready. I want them to open up a gap in the second battlefield so that when our people go there, it will be like they're in their own backyard."

"Yu Meng, you really have wild ideas! Like a garden? Are you treating aliens like flowers?"

Hearing Qingyuan's complaints, Yu Meng couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Aunt Qing, the Green Silk Alien I have is almost ready."

"Oh, what? Then I'll hurry up and have Secretary Wu bring the person back first. We can talk about the rest tomorrow." Qingyuan turned on her voice communication and sent a message to Secretary Wu. Without waiting for his reply, she hurriedly sent messages to Huang Yan and Teacher Sun.

"Huang Yan and Niannian are together. They'll be here in a bit." Qingyuan looked at Yu Meng. "How's it going?"

"Almost there." Yu Meng closed her eyes and carefully sensed it; she felt this was different from the last one. "Aunt Qing, this one is a little different. Please be prepared in a moment."

"Is it dangerous?" Before Qingyuan could finish speaking, Niannian's voice came from outside, "Aunt Qing, Fourth Sister, we're here."

"Yu Meng said this is a little different. Be prepared. If something is wrong, run first, and then we'll talk about something else," Qingyuan quickly instructed them as they came in.

Yu Meng peeled off the last bit of dough. The room was quiet; nothing had happened. Qing Yuan was stunned. "Did we fail?"

Yu Meng looked at the object in her hand. The light blue thing was very pretty, and Yu Meng gently touched it with her finger.

In an instant, the object in my hand resembled a blooming flower bud, with five petals splitting open from the center and slowly unfolding. At the same time, a very faint fragrance wafted out.

"It smells so good!" Everyone looked delighted.

The lines had unconsciously floated out and slowly gathered in Yu Meng's hand. Without hesitation, Yu Meng placed the item on the table.

Yu Meng's lines were also restless, but they were all suppressed by Yu Meng.

Inside the room, lines had covered the table, yet their owner remained completely absorbed in their own world.

Yu Meng touched her chin, wondering if, like the umbrella-shaped alien's dough, it possessed hallucinogenic abilities.

As Yu Meng was deep in thought, the door suddenly opened, and Secretary Wu appeared in the doorway. "Teacher Yu, there's something that needs to be confirmed, one, next."

Secretary Wu stammered when he saw the scene inside the room.

"I didn't know you were here..." He hurriedly retreated before he could finish speaking.

The door slammed shut a little too loudly, and Qingyuan was the first to open her eyes. She looked at the scene on the table, pointed with her finger, and opened her mouth but made no sound.

Looking up at Yu Meng, Qingyuan received a shushing gesture. She slowly calmed herself. This was terrifying; her body was no longer under her control.

A few minutes later, the group gradually woke up. They all gaped in astonishment at the sight on the table.

They then all shared the same feeling as Qingyuan: they couldn't bring back their own curves.

Niannian got angry, grabbed Xiaohui with her hand, and slammed it hard against the table. Everyone stood there, watching Niannian vent her anger.

Soon, the lines were scattered in all directions by Xiao Hui's tugging, but they didn't go too far from the table.

"Aunt Qing, what kind of strange thing is this? Not only are the lines confused by it, but we've been tricked by it too." Nian Nian angrily slapped Xiao Hui on the table.

Yu Meng couldn't help but laugh at Niannian's angry expression. "If you don't stop, your Little Grey will be ruined."

Niannian's tears fell in a steady stream, "I treated it so well, yet it betrayed me."

Yu Meng stood up, walked over and hugged Niannian in her arms. "It didn't betray you, you lost consciousness first."

The Qingyuan group all looked at Yu Meng, still not understanding what was going on.

Yu Meng organized her thoughts, "We're lucky today. If this were on the alien battlefield, we'd be wiped out in no time."

The group of people were all somewhat frightened. If the lines had detached from them, they would have been ordinary people, and alien parasitism would have been a routine occurrence.

"But, Fourth Sister, how come you're alright?"

Yu Meng shook her head. "Maybe I'm better."

"I want to learn!" Niannian said firmly.

The Qingyuan group also looked at Yu Meng with bright eyes.

"I've heard that if you get used to an environment, you become immune to it," Yu Meng said slowly.

"So you've been in this kind of environment before?" Huang Yan asked blankly.

"How is that possible? This is a new variety that Aunt Qing researched; this is my first time researching it too, okay?"

Teacher Sun tugged at Huang Yan's clothes, "Stop asking, listen to Teacher Yu." Stop asking silly questions.

"Yu Meng, please continue. We'll all listen to you."

Yu Meng was also a bit dumbfounded. When asked to speak, she didn't know what to say.

"I don't know what happened either. I just stopped the lines from going out on their own the first time they tried. And I wasn't bewitched by anything."

"But I didn't know when the lines went out!" Niannian said, feeling wronged.

"So what did you all see?" Yu Meng was also curious; what was it that had captivated them so much that they didn't even react when her own lines moved away.