Why did you provoke me?

Jia Chengping was furious, but he really didn't dare to challenge Jing San.

Frustrated, he stopped replying to Jing San's messages.

Jing San's lips curled up. With combat power like that, how dare they provoke him?

He forgot that he was the one who first mocked others for lacking responsibility.

Seven days passed, and Yu Meng emerged from seclusion. She glanced at Niannian's room; the sign indicating seclusion was still hanging there.

He sat there and flipped through the messages Jing San had recorded. "So little news about the Jing family?"

"Yes, for the first two days, Jing Ancheng would still let us know he was safe, but yesterday there hasn't been a single message."

Yu Meng rubbed her temples. "Ask Jing Wu if there's anything unusual at the First Battlefield. Also, send a message to Uncle Nangong. If there's nothing urgent, tell him to go back to Jingchuan to recuperate."

Jing San glanced at Yu Meng and, seeing that she had no intention of explaining, he simply sent out Yu Meng's original words.

"Ask Jing Ancheng if something happened to the Jing family. Let him come back if he can," Yu Meng said, squinting her eyes.

At that moment, Jing San knew something was about to happen. But instead of asking, he quickly sent messages to everyone in the Jing generation.

Although we don't know what it is, it's always good to take precautions.

The next day, Niannian emerged from seclusion, her face beaming with joy.

Before Meng could even ask, Niannian blurted it out herself. "Fourth Sister, I've woven ten more straws into Little Gray. It sucks much faster now than before."

"My Niannian must be having a tough time!" Yu Meng joked.

"Hmph, I'm still pretty good." Nian Nian put her hands on her hips and looked up at the roof.

Jing San opened the door from the outside and came in. "Teacher Yu, Jia Chengping has sent word that some of the bone-drawing masters from small families have been conscripted."

After saying that, he turned back and nodded to Niannian.

"Where did you say you were going?"

"They said the reason given was that there was an alien riot in the alien battlefield, and they were sent to rescue people."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Many people from our sect are in the Alien Battlefield. Should we ask them to withdraw?"

Niannian glanced at him, then turned to look at Yu Meng.

Yu Meng frowned and said, "People who live long become cunning." She asked for control of both battlefields, and the long-haired man granted it to her.

It seems he knew this day would come and avoided the risk in advance. But he tricked her! And she even gave him a thin ring.

"We can't withdraw; Jingchuan has control over the battlefield. If something goes wrong, we can't bear the responsibility."

"Fourth Sister, it's just saving people, we don't need any more people."

Yu Meng looked at Niannian and said, "This isn't about saving people. We don't even know what went wrong yet. If it's the Jing family, the entire sect wouldn't be enough to fill the hole."

"Is it that serious?" Jing San and Niannian exchanged a glance. "Should we go back?"

"Go back." Yu Meng said two words and then fell silent. She was actually worried that if those two people asked her and Niannian to go to the Jing family, the person who invited them would probably not be polite.

After thinking about it, I decided to go to the Alien Battlefield! For now, I can only hide for the time being.

She still held onto a sliver of hope, wishing that she was wrong and that it was all an accident.

……

The Jing family seven days ago.

With Jing Ancheng leading the way, the cripple and the long-haired man met the head of the Jing family without much trouble.

A woman in her fifties, dressed in a well-fitting dark green cheongsam, with a white jade hairpin in her hair. Her hands were fair, slender, and very well-maintained.

Jing Ancheng bowed and wanted to introduce the two people he had brought, but he didn't know how to address them.

Before Jing Ancheng could speak, the beautiful woman said, "Cheng'er, go out and rest. This is an old friend!"

After Jing Ancheng left, the cripple and the long-haired man sat down. "You seem to be having a good time," one of them said.

The beautiful woman smiled calmly, "I'm guarding this place, unable to leave even for a moment. Do you think I'm having a comfortable time?"

"The Jing family is quite famous outside, isn't it?"

"So what? Do you think fame is useful to me? Can it replace my freedom?" At this moment, the beautiful woman's expression cracked. She was no longer elegant and graceful; she had become a resentful woman.

"Alright," the long-haired man interrupted the pointless conversation, stating his purpose directly.

"Have you gone there to check on her during this time? How is she doing now?"

The beautiful woman casually picked up her teacup. "What else can I do? It's just like that."

The cripple slammed his fist on the table. "Did you go or not? I saw that she was on her last legs, she didn't have much time left."

The beautiful woman put down her teacup, raising an eyelid. "Isn't this just a matter of time? What's the rush?"

The long-haired man looked at her and asked, "Does that mean you have a solution?"

The beautiful woman lowered her head and said, "What can a housewife like me do? Everything depends on you."

"Over the years, not a single one of the spirit masters you've trained has turned out well?" The long-haired man's voice remained calm, but his words sent chills down one's spine.

"There used to be one, but that idiot ruined it," the beautiful woman said bitterly.

Who are you talking about?

"It doesn't matter who she is anymore, she's already dead." The beautiful woman picked up her teacup again, and at this moment she became the dignified head of the Jing family once more.

The lame man didn't drink the tea on the table; he was a little irritated. "We came here specifically for this matter. Now that you have some free time, shall we go take a look?"

The beautiful woman put down her teacup. "Believe me, you don't want to see her."

The long-haired man had already stood up and made his stance clear.

The beautiful woman stood up. "It's settled then. You can leave. I won't follow you."

He led them through a side door of the room, down a corridor, and pushed open an ordinary door. "It's down here. There's a staircase leading down to the bottom. There's a door there, but it's unlocked."

The beautiful woman did not go in; she leaned against the door frame, fiddling with her nails.

"You're so careless about such an important place?"

"This is my territory. Who dares to act recklessly here? Are you coming down or not? If not, go back," the beautiful woman said impatiently.

The two looked at each other. "Let's go together."

The beautiful woman didn't insist; she knew they didn't believe her.

"This isn't a formation you set up yourself, so why don't you have confidence in yourself?"

"Of course I'm confident in my own things, but as you just said, this is your territory." The long-haired man didn't mince words and directly expressed his concerns.

"You men," the beautiful woman shook her head and said nothing more. She walked straight ahead.

The long-haired man followed, while the cripple lagged behind.

The basement was damp and didn't smell very good, but the three of them seemed not to notice. No one spoke.

The underground space was very large, and there were even several doors inside.

The beautiful woman walked to a secluded corner where there was an inconspicuous little wooden door.

She reached out and gently pushed the door open. A dim, yellowish light came into view.