Why did you provoke me?

In the days that followed, Yu Meng truly witnessed the nature of the seven human emotions.

Yu Meng didn't mock them. She even tried to experience it herself a few times later, but unfortunately, she immediately recognized it as fake and couldn't empathize with the emotions portrayed. In the end, she didn't force herself; she didn't have the ability to endure hardship without genuine feeling.

This whole ordeal dragged on until the second batch of members returned, and they were still a bit disoriented.

Looking at their expressions of utter despair, Yu Meng expressed a little sympathy.

"I'm going to see what's going on with them. You can continue." Yu Meng walked away gracefully.

The remaining four looked at each other. "Shall we continue?" Huang Yan asked hesitantly.

"Let's take a break for a few days. We're not feeling well. If this continues, I think I'll go crazy." Qingyuan rubbed her head. She had never felt that her emotions were so intense. These past few days had been like hell for her.

Niannian also hung her head. How could someone so young have such a rich emotional world? She had discussed it with Yu Meng before, but Yu Meng just shook her head; she didn't know either.

The group went together to the treatment room in the backyard.

Yu Meng looked at the crowd in front of her. "You all want to try?"

"Yes." The response was uniform.

"Since you're all not afraid of accidents, I have no reason to refuse." Yu Meng never tries to persuade anyone about such matters; everyone is an adult and should be responsible for their own actions.

Moreover, according to the female character's established traits, the more lines they have, the stronger they are. They want to become stronger, so why would Yu Meng hold them back?

"Who wants to go first?"

"I."

"I."

...

Yu Meng casually pointed to someone, "You come here!"

"Alright!" A thin man quickly squeezed in front of Yu Meng. "Reporting to Teacher Yu, I'm ready."

"I've thought about this question you raised for a long time. First, these two lines can coexist, meaning they can stay in the same space without developing hostile feelings towards each other for any reason. This is very important."

Yu Meng looked at the person in front of her and said, "Put the two lines together."

The man released the lines in his mind, then took a box from his pocket and carefully placed it on the table.

With a slight movement of Yu Meng's fingers, a simple enclosed space was formed.

Yu Meng observed with her eyes that at first, the two lines each occupied half of the space. As the space shrank, they actually wrestled together. The later line was obviously defeated. It was forced to change its shape and then shrank into a corner.

Yu Meng removed her lines, and the people around looked at the table. One end of the table was slightly raised in a victorious pose, while the other had become a sphere, standing there motionless.

"See? These two lines cannot coexist. They cannot exist in the same space," Yu Meng explained.

"So, are we wrong?" someone asked, raising an objection.

"I don't know," Yu Meng answered readily.

"We need to conduct several experiments before we can draw a conclusion."

"We are willing to cooperate with whatever you ask."

A few people from Qingyuan also came in, and Yu Meng recounted what had just happened.

Qingyuan nodded in agreement with Yu Meng's point of view. "Let's do it together. How long are you going to keep busy by yourself?"

They worked together from dawn till dusk, and a pair actually became symbiotic.

Everyone was excited, which shows that their idea has some feasibility.

The owner of that line was also excited, "If I survive, I will be Jing Er, do you have any objections?"

No one answered. After a long while, someone finally spoke, "We'll talk after you survive."

I don't know when it started, but people whose names begin with the character "Jing" have become the senior disciples of every batch of students.

The man looked intently at Yu Meng. "Teacher Yu, what am I supposed to do next?"

"Don't you guys need to rest?"

"No need." Everyone looked at Yu Meng.

"There's something I need to tell you upfront: once you've absorbed these two lines into your mind, you might fall into a coma. As for when you'll wake up, there's no telling."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid."

"Then you should memorize them now." Having said all that needed to be said, and since they insisted, Yu Meng had no reason to object. Most importantly, Yu Meng knew that with her there, no one would die.

Taking a deep breath, the person who was about to call Jing Er stored the lines in their mind.

Before anyone could understand what was happening, people started falling to one side.

"Put him on the bed," Yu Meng said hurriedly.

Everyone quickly helped lift the person onto the bed. Then everyone looked at Yu Meng.

Yu Meng stood by the bed, carefully observing. Perhaps the lines in her mind had become somewhat reserved and shrank to one side, now that they were in the territory of their own kind. But in just a minute, they began to move. The person on the bed frowned, and unconsciously gripped the sheets beneath them.

Slowly, the two lines ran parallel to each other and then began to spiral together. Next, Yu Meng was stunned. They secreted special substances into each other and actually showed a tendency to merge.

The person on the bed had sweat streaming down their face like water, and their clothes were soaked through.

"Does anyone have a dry branch? Bring it over." Yu Meng didn't turn around, but stretched out her hand.

"I have."

"I have some too."

"I…"

A series of sounds rang out, and someone placed a withered branch in Yu Meng's hand.

Tiny specks of light entered Jing Er's body, and Yu Meng only stopped what she was doing when the lines in her mind had completely merged.

Jing Er, who was on the bed, opened her eyes at this moment.

"Teacher Yu, how long have I been asleep? I think I had a really long dream. I felt like I was being drained dry, and my whole body felt like it was on fire."

"Show me your lines." Actually, Yu Meng's lines could enter his mind, but she didn't do so now; it was an unspoken understanding between the mask revealers. One cannot enter another's mind without permission.

The lines were released, they became thicker, and the surface became much smoother; Yu Meng could even see the faint dark lines.

"Where's the other one? Why is there only one?" someone asked in a low voice.

Jing Er was also puzzled as to how it had turned into a single strand. He thought it looked like Yu Meng.

Yu Meng didn't keep them in suspense, "They merged."

"It's fused? Try it and see if it gets stronger," someone suggested.

Their idea was simply to become stronger; whether it was one or two was not that important.

"Try being aggressive first!" someone shouted.

Jing Er looked at the table; the entire line seemed to have pierced through like an awl. A moment later, the line reappeared from underneath.

"You've really gotten stronger."

Yu Meng tossed him an alien-shaped object, saying, "Try peeling off the crust."

The lines wrapped around the alien shape, trembling rhythmically with the movement of Jing's two fingers. Ten minutes later, the dough was peeled off and quickly turned into a bead.

Jing Er handed the bead to Yu Meng, saying, "I will train harder in the future, and I will definitely be faster than I am now."

He didn't know what kind of alien it was, but it took ten minutes to peel off the skin, which was obviously much longer than usual. He was only strong-willed; otherwise, he would have definitely crawled into a hole in the ground.

"You're great!" Yu Meng tossed the bead back to him. "This is a level two alien. You'll encounter it again later." She paused, then added, "Your comrades are good; they even provided the dry branches we used this time."

Yu Meng looked at the already dark sky outside and said, "That's all for today. We can talk about it tomorrow."

After saying that, he looked at the others and said, "Here's a piece of advice for you: never try it yourself. Your life is your own."