Why did you provoke me?

The courtyard of Jingchuan Guild Hall was bustling with activity that day. Some people were crying, some were laughing, some were climbing the wall, some were wrestling, and even more impressively, two people started singing a traditional opera.

Jingyi, Jing'er, and Jingsan stood quietly in the corner.

They listened with puzzlement to the commotion coming from the neighboring yard. "What's going on?"

Jing Er honestly shook her head. "Do they have some kind of program we don't know about?"

"I haven't heard Secretary Wu mention this before?" Jing San's tone was low. "That old Wu is actually siding with outsiders; he's practically family with us."

"Well, we can skip the show, but we have to take the benefits," Jingyi summarized from the side.

The courtyard they were in was very large. At this moment, each group of trainees sat cross-legged on the ground, their lines swirling above their heads.

There was no fighting, no noise, just quiet.

Jing Er looked up at the lines in front of him; his lines were thicker than any other lines in the courtyard.

He looked up at Jingyi and Jingsan. "Do you two also have those strange lines on your bodies?"

"What do you want to say?" Jing glanced at him expressionlessly.

"I was thinking, with such a good opportunity, why don't we release those lines and upgrade them as well?" Jing Er said hesitantly.

Jingyi and Jingsan exchanged a glance. A gleaming ambition shone in both their eyes.

Why are the top senior students in the same group of students not as good as Jing Erqiang?

They usually don't interact, so it's fine, but these past few days living together, they've been quite resentful of Jing Er.

No matter how many methods they used, they just couldn't beat Jing Er in the line drawing competition.

The bruises on Jing Er's face were from an incident where the two of them were so angry that they teamed up to give Jing Er a friendly sparring match with their fists.

Therefore, both of them were tempted by Jing Er's proposal.

Jingyi hesitated before speaking, "Should we ask the sect leader for permission? It wouldn't be good if we caused trouble."

"What trouble could there be? Whose alien lines aren't tamed by their own lines? They can't possibly rebel against the heavens."

"How about we each release one first?" Jing Er suggested from the side.

"What business is it of yours? Go cool off somewhere else." Jing San glanced at him sideways.

Jing Er slowly walked to the side, muttering to herself, "Who said it's none of my business? Teacher Yu didn't say last time that I couldn't merge a third line."

Jingyi and Jingsan's fists were quite hard. Who said this guy was stupid? His way of speaking was enough to provoke their anger.

"Let's try laying out one of the prepared lines first," Jingyi agreed to Jinger's suggestion.

Each of the three people released their prepared alien lines.

At first, nothing changed. But slowly, things started to change; the three preparatory lines began to move closer together.

All three of them took a step toward the line at the same time.

Slowly, the two lines intertwined. Jing Er had a bad feeling, and he reached out to pull his lines back.

But then, something unexpected happened. The third line, with lightning speed, quickly intertwined with the other two lines.

Then, as if they had gained some kind of intelligence, the three intertwined lines lashed out fiercely at Jing Er's lines.

All three were taken aback by the result, and Jing Er hurriedly ordered her lines to retreat.

Jingyi and Jingsan, however, were in no hurry to make a move. They crossed their arms and began to watch the spectacle.

They certainly wouldn't let go of the opportunity to torment Jing Er.

Jing Er's lines offered some resistance, but they were simply not on the same level. Looking at the two people watching the spectacle, Jing Er gritted her teeth and said, "Aren't you going to help? Once its energy is fully integrated, we're all doomed."

The two remained motionless. "If you can't beat them, we can't either. Hold on, I'll go get reinforcements," Jingyi said perfunctorily, but her feet wouldn't cooperate.

Although Jing Er was angry, he couldn't care less at this moment. He absolutely couldn't let his body be injured.

He dodged, circling around the courtyard with the three intertwined lines in his arms.

Suddenly, the tiny gray line that Niannian had been referring to jumped into his mind. It was a line much thinner than his own. But he had faced that tiny gray line many times, and had never won.

Jing Er took a deep breath and then assumed a posture ready to counterattack.

The running line suddenly stood upright in the air, and then rushed towards the three intertwined lines at an incredible speed.

Jingyi and Jingsan were both stunned.

"No."

"What are you doing?"

Two voices rang out simultaneously. They only wanted to teach Jing Er a lesson, not destroy her lines.

At the same time, their lines also rushed from their heads towards the three intertwined lines.

The results came out very quickly.

Jingyi and Jingsan's lines were shattered by the three intertwined lines. Jinger's line, however, pierced directly through the body of the three intertwined lines.

The line that runs through the other end, propelled by inertia, shot forward a great distance. Then it came to a stop and, at the same speed, rushed toward the three lines again.

Jing Er tried to absorb the energy of the lines, but the process was too short, and he didn't feel anything.

Jing'er's determination kicked in; if once wasn't enough, she'd try twice, and if twice wasn't enough, she'd try three times. If Yu Meng were here, she would surely remark that this was so similar to how her older sister practiced dragging lines.

Then what happened next was fantastical. Jing Er's lines moved back and forth in the shape of a paperclip.

Jingyi and Jingsan watched quietly. At this point, they understood perfectly well that Jing'er's success was never achieved through shortcuts, but rather through the inevitable result of repeated practice.

Interest was piqued in their eyes as well.

"I'm up here," Jingyi shouted.

"I'm at the very bottom," Jing San's deep voice then rang out.

"Okay!" Jing Er replied.

The idea was good, but reality quickly taught Jingyi and Jingsan a lesson. Their lines were once again blown off.

Jing Er ignored them and his lines pierced through the three intertwined lines once again.

Time and time again, until the tenth time, he finally found the feeling of absorbing the energy of the lines.

After his practice yielded results, Jing Er became even more enthusiastic. He directed his lines, passing through the lines again and again, but at a slower and slower pace.

Seiji's lines became smoother and more rounded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The three intertwined lines, after being repeatedly penetrated by Jing Er, were beginning to separate.

Jingyi and Jingsan watched Jinger's performance with rather unpleasant expressions.

"I'll try again!" Jingyi said.

Jing San remained silent. He knew that even if he tried ten more times, it would be the same. He had never practiced this. He had absolutely no idea what to do.