Why did you provoke me?

The big guy suddenly fell down, catching everyone off guard.

Yu Meng stood there, her innocent little eyes glancing at the people around her.

"I just wanted to show you what this line of mine can do, that's all."

The woman in the cheongsam was stunned for a moment before she reacted. "You killed him?"

Yu Meng's eyes widened instantly. "How could this be? We have no grudge against each other! Why would I kill him?"

The woman in the cheongsam pointed at the tall man on the ground, "What happened to him?"

Yu Meng turned her head and looked her over carefully. "Don't you have lines too? You haven't experienced this kind of situation before."

The woman in the cheongsam paused for a moment, "My talent isn't that high, and my figure isn't suited for these things."

Yu Meng nodded, then turned to look at the leader of the secret department. "Your lines should be able to achieve this level, right?"

The leader of the secret service nodded. "It's possible to do it, but there's no guarantee he'll still be normal."

Yu Meng smiled, and a small black cat appeared in her hand. The little black cat floated lightly onto the big man's head.

The little black cat simply stretched its back lazily for a moment before returning to Yu Meng's shoulder.

The large man lying on the ground opened his eyes, scratched his head, and said, "New Palace Master, what did you do to me?"

"How are you feeling now? How are you feeling?"

"My head feels dizzy."

"Yes, I went easy on you. If you were an enemy, you would be lying on the ground and asleep right now." Yu Meng's expression was very serious.

The tall man stood up and took a step back. "Thank you for your mercy, Lord Xie Xin." Don't let his tall and strong appearance fool you; he's definitely not stupid.

A foolish person will not rise from among thousands of ordinary people to become the head of the hall.

"Anyone else want to try? My weapon is lines," Yu Meng said with a smile, inviting the others to join in.

The leader of the secret service stepped forward. "I'll give it a try."

As she spoke, countless lines flew towards Yu Meng.

Yu Meng did not retreat; her lines remained the same. At this moment, her shape began to change, as if she had suddenly exploded.

Thousands of fine threads began to shuttle rapidly through the air, and in a short while, the outline of the secret leader was caught in a thin net.

Then the net began to shrink, eventually becoming a sphere that hung in the air.

Everyone watched in astonishment; the secret service leader's features were a nightmare for these people.

Just thinking about the consequences of opposing the leader of the secret service made them break out in a cold sweat.

Upon seeing this, the cripple's unease vanished completely.

This secret department was initially established as a punishment hall. Later, it was also assigned to carry out some clandestine operations, making it a force exclusive to the palace master. It was similar to the secret guards of an ancient emperor.

The cripple's biggest worry was also the ownership of this secret department. If Yu Meng couldn't subdue the secret department, her strength in the Yan Palace would be greatly weakened.

The leader of the secret service took a while to react. "Lord, you blocked them all with just a single line. How did you do that?"

"Splitting? It's very simple." Yu Meng looked at the sphere wrapped in her own lines with a curious gaze.

"Where did you put all these lines? Did you put them all in your brain? There are just too many."

The leader of the secret service glanced at the cripple, who nodded. "The person I've chosen is definitely not an ordinary person. If you're willing, just swear an oath to her."

The leader of the secret service lowered his head. "I have another matter to ask the new temple master for advice."

Yu Meng glanced at the cripple and then nodded.

The leader of the secret service took out a round black ball from a small box.

"New Temple Master, this is the source of our lines, but it's been infected by something unknown and is no longer usable. You have a strong control over the lines; could you please take a look?"

They spoke very politely and had a very good attitude. But they also presented Yu Meng with a difficult problem.

Yu Meng reached out and took it; she was still very curious.

Those dense lines look quite intimidating; it would be really fun if she had one too.

"What is this? Is it natural, or a product of a laboratory?"

"It's a special kind of alien from the front lines. After special processing, we've brought it under our control," the secret service leader didn't hide anything.

"Any more? I'd like two to play with too." Yu Meng said casually, tossing the black ball in her hand up and down.

"Yes, I'll have someone bring it over later." The head of the secret service did not refuse and readily agreed.

Yu Meng was satisfied; she liked this personality.

In front of everyone around her, Yu Meng, under the guidance of the secret service leader, opened the black sphere.

The moment it opened, all the lines shot out. The leader of the secret service raised his hand and controlled them.

Yu Meng's right eye darted around, and she looked at the leader of the secret department in surprise, "What have you been in contact with? There's that so-called fairy pet in the lines."

After saying this, she turned back to the cripple, "Another new one, much better than your previous one. I'm not sure if that's its name."

The leader of the secret service stiffened for a moment. "Can it be cured?"

"I don't know, I'll have to look into it." Yu Meng doesn't usually make promises.

At this moment, the cripple spoke up, "If you can't cure Yu Meng, then I'm afraid no one in this world can."

Yu Meng looked at the cripple seriously. "You're wrong. There's another person who can cure it. The person who keeps this thing can cure it. And it will be a permanent cure."

The cripple fell silent. He knew this person existed, but that was all. Everything else was a blank slate. He didn't even know the most basic thing: whether the person was male or female.

Seeing the cripple deep in thought, Yu Meng knew there was probably more to the story.

Yu Meng turned to the leader of the secret service and said, "If you're not in a hurry, you can leave this with me, and I'll study it and give you an answer. Of course, if you don't want to, I won't force you."

The leader of the secret service nodded. "I'll leave it here and come back to collect it in seven days."

After speaking, he bowed to the cripple and Yu Meng, and left with his men.

The remaining twelve people looked at each other. A woman dressed very smartly stepped forward.

"New Palace Master, my name is Hongli. I'd like to further improve my lines; could you please offer some guidance?"

Yu Meng blinked. This was the first person to say her name. Although she didn't know if it was her real name or the name she used in public.

"Let's see it?"

"Okay," he then asked, "How much?"

"About ten."

Ten neat gray lines were lined up in the air.

Size, thickness, even color—they were all the same. Yu Meng's lips twitched. Was this some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder?

"Are all your lines like this?"

Hongli nodded. "They have reached the limit of the Bone Painter, but they just can't touch the essence of spirit infusion."

After thinking for a moment, Yu Meng asked, "Do you have time?"

"have."

"Then I'll take you to a place where you might discover something. Do you want to go?"

"go."

Yu Meng nodded. "This isn't a matter of whether I teach you or not. Your spirit is your own; you have to figure it out for yourself. I can only give you an opportunity. If it doesn't work out, don't blame me."

"Thank you, Lord." She removed the word "new."