Why did you provoke me?

Secretary Wu paused for a moment, "I don't have any candidates, and I'm not very familiar with the ins and outs of your place, so how can I make that decision for you?"

"The young lady I met this time is very talented, but I don't quite like her personality."

Secretary Wu secretly pursed her lips. Niannian's personality isn't exactly pleasant; I don't think you like her very much. Sigh, it's just a thought; I wouldn't dare say it out loud.

So he gently advised, "You didn't have this thought before, so you didn't pay attention to this aspect. As long as you put your mind to it, there are many geniuses for you to choose from."

Yu Meng rolled her eyes. "Uncle Wu, do you think we're a powerful family like the Jing family, where talented children are sent to them willingly?"

Secretary Wu stepped forward and whispered, "Teacher Yu, you seem to have absolutely no understanding of your own situation?"

Yu Meng looked at him suspiciously. "Am I that famous?"

Secretary Wu nodded affirmatively. "Teacher Yu, do you know how many people we've saved? And how far outward can these connections extend?"

"If you really want to take on apprentices, you could find plenty from the bottom up, right?"

"How so?"

Seeing that Yu Meng genuinely didn't understand, Secretary Wu sat down and patiently helped her clarify her doubts.

"A complete lineage of a lineage master is a treasure even in a large family. Take the original Jingchuan base, for example, it didn't have one. So, the lineage of our sect is fundamentally sound."

Yu Meng chuckled inwardly. If Secretary Wu knew, he would realize that his so-called inheritance was something she had figured out on her own under specific conditions time and time again.

Even those random medicinal properties that Niannian created were just things he did for fun. I wonder if he still thinks that way.

Yu Meng thought about it for a moment, but didn't say anything.

Secretary Wu continued, "Training them from a young age may be a bit slow, but such people are loyal, which is good for the sect's development."

Yu Meng gets a headache just thinking about those little kids. They can't understand anything you say, and you have to repeat yourself to them over and over again.

So she interrupted Secretary Wu, "Uncle Wu, you handle this matter. The phone number must be above 90 for me to accept it. If it's lower, don't come looking for me."

Secretary Wu was stunned. "Are you even speaking human language? Over 90? A province might not produce one like that in a year!"

"Alright, Uncle Wu, I'm going into seclusion. Don't come looking for me unless it's something important. This seclusion is very important to me." Yu Meng interrupted Secretary Wu, who was about to speak.

"No, Teacher Yu, aren't you going to tell me about something else?"

"Any other situations? Oh, Aunt Qing and Teacher Sun can take a few if they want, but I can't make that decision for them."

Yu Meng left in a good mood, leaving Secretary Wu completely bewildered. They were talking so well, why did she just leave?

Yu Meng returned to her room and breathed a long sigh of relief. This Secretary Wu, whenever it came to sect matters, his level of concern would instantly increase threefold.

Her breathing calmed down. Yu Meng took the crystal out again.

It's still black, and it doesn't seem to have changed at all.

Yu Meng's fingers began to move rhythmically on the crystal.

But a long time passed, and the dough still hadn't come off. Yu Meng knew that getting a second layer of dough would be difficult.

But how do you use this thing?

Even the little black cat thinks it's useful, so it must be of great help to me.

Yu Meng tentatively tried to drill a small hole in the crystal with her own lines, then absorbed the energy inside. Unfortunately, she failed.

I touched the teardrop pendant hanging around my neck and looked at the lines suspended in the air. There should be water in the teardrop, right?

I laughed when I thought about it. How big must my imagination be to come up with the idea that there would be water inside tiny water droplets made of dough?

But what's going on with that eager heart and the lines that are already trembling in his hands?

A voice inside her kept urging her, "Why not give it a try? You won't lose anything."

Yu Meng narrowed her eyes and curled up her lips. Why not give something free a try? There's no cost to it anyway.

While one hand was thinking, the other hand already had its own idea, and the lines had long since been inserted into the small water droplets.

Yu Meng tentatively took a sip, and was stunned to find that there really was energy liquid inside.

I took another drag, and it worked again. The third drag, and it was gone. Undeterred, I took a fourth drag, and it was still gone.

The energy is absorbed by the lines, but the lines do not retain it; instead, they direct the energy to the brain.

Yu Meng was completely bewildered. This was the first time she had ever encountered lines supplying energy to the brain. Was something wrong?

I looked at the little water droplet; it was still so dark, as if nothing had happened.

This was the first time Yu Meng had encountered such a situation, and to find out the outcome, she could only wait and see if it would recur in three days. After all, the little water droplet had only been made three days ago.

The crystal was put back into the small backpack, and the tyrant's tentacles wrapped it tightly. The small water droplet was also placed close to its body.

And so, Yu Meng's retreat ended in less than an hour.

Secretary Wu looked at Yu Meng, who had reappeared, and said, "Teacher Yu, weren't you going into seclusion? Is there anything else you need me to do? Tell me now, and I'll take care of it for you."

Yu Meng shook her head. Everything that needed to be done had been done, but she still had to wait three more days.

Secretary Wu's mouth dropped open. "You mean your seclusion is over?"

Yu Meng glanced at him. "Why are you so surprised?"

"Ah, in the past you would never finish your seclusion in less than ten days, this time it's a bit fast," Secretary Wu said apologetically.

In the afternoon, the lame man returned and, having heard that Yu Meng was in Jingchuan, didn't even go back to his own gatehouse. Instead, he had someone carry him directly to Yu Meng.

When Yu Meng saw him, she was genuinely surprised. In that state, he could still be alive? These people are truly extraordinary.

The cripple finished recounting his experience with tears streaming down his face, then stared longingly at Yu Meng.

Yu Meng had a headache. "You've come back to a small place like this. What will happen to your health? This place can't heal your injuries."

"Going back with that long-haired guy will only lead to the same result." Speaking of his body, the cripple clearly knew that this condition was a result of going against his destiny, and that it could not be cured anywhere.

Then he carefully explained his thoughts and took out the token, solemnly placing it in front of Yu Meng.

"Yan Dian is the culmination of my life's work. If I hadn't returned this time, and they were no longer under control, I don't know what kind of chaos they would have caused."

Then he gave a bitter smile, "Look at me now, I can't even stand up. If they find out, it's only a matter of time before they rebel. I might as well just give it to you. It's my way of repaying your kindness."

Yu Meng stepped back and shook her head violently. "I'm just a young girl, I can't control such a powerful person like you. Besides, there's no such thing as repaying a debt of gratitude between us."

The cripple knelt down. "They're not inherently evil. You even take in those lunatics, have pity on them."

Seeing that Yu Meng remained unmoved, he continued, "There are many talented people in there. If you become the temple master, you can have them work for you. Isn't that better than going out and finding people whose backgrounds you don't know? You can use them right away."

Yu Meng shook her head again.

The cripple knelt on the ground and cried so loudly and so sadly that even Secretary Wu was alerted.

Yu Meng regretted it; she should have gone into seclusion, a full month of intense seclusion.