Why did you provoke me?

Yu Meng was still a little confused when she received Niannian's message, and subconsciously asked, "Is she an undercover agent?"

"Yeah, at first no matter what I asked, it was fine. But then Third Brother asked her what benefits she got, and that's when we found a breakthrough. It seems like this enhanced version of the Illusionary Bead needs some kind of prompt to be effective."

"Then I'll revise it again," Yu Meng replied with a smile.

"Fourth Sister, have we dealt with this person? Will you be in trouble?" Niannian asked again.

Yu Meng thought for a moment, "On the surface, let the Fourth Battlefield descend into chaos, allowing Qianling to escape in the confusion. There will naturally be people outside to deal with her. Dying on the Fourth Battlefield is a bit troublesome, and it will also dirty your hands. It's not worth it."

"Alright, I'll do as Fourth Sister says. I'll have someone keep an eye on her, and if that doesn't work, I'll leak some information to her rivals. I guarantee she'll behave herself in the end."

After finishing this matter, Yu Meng asked about the remaining two people and whether they had any hope of becoming spirit mediums.

Niannian pouted, knowing Yu Meng couldn't see, and returned to normal, "She's even dumber than me, I doubt it."

"Just let things take their course. Be careful, everyone. I still have some things to finish, so I can go in a while."

"Okay, I'll go find them now and tell them your plan. I'll contact you again if anything comes up." Niannian turned off the intercom.

Yu Meng sighed; she had to talk to the cripple about this.

What's going on here? She just took over, and now she's dragged in a traitor.

The cripple remained quite calm when he heard about it.

"Yu Meng, every faction has spies from other factions, sometimes they are deliberately kept around."

Yu Meng neither approved nor disapproved of this approach, saying, "But she harmed my interests."

"Sigh, that's what stupidity is," the cripple sighed.

"What? I can't handle it?" Yu Meng asked in surprise.

"Who said it can't be handled? Do whatever you want, nobody's stopping you. I just feel sorry for her; she's already a hall master, what's a little money to her?"

Yu Meng didn't quite understand the cripple's thoughts, but she didn't ask.

"Yu Meng, there are many other pawns in the Yan Palace, some I know and some I don't. We have different views and perspectives. Now that I've entrusted them to you, just do what you think is right. There are plenty of people, there's bound to be a suitable one."

Yu Meng nodded, "As long as they don't harm my interests, I can turn a blind eye."

The cripple nodded. "But now you're missing a hall master. What do you plan to do?"

Yu Meng looked at him innocently, "I just took over, how would I know what to do? Besides, you gave me a traitor, shouldn't you be responsible for this?"

The cripple's eyes widened. "I didn't know she would betray me, so what responsibility am I responsible for?"

Yu Meng shrugged. "Why don't we just dismantle this shrine? If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too, and I doubt many of the people below will be any better."

"Yu Meng, you're not the kind of leader who can condemn everyone just because of one example."

"Then what do you suggest? These things are really interfering with my cultivation." Yu Meng rubbed her temples, looking like she was in a difficult situation.

The cripple knew this was Yu Meng's excuse, but he really couldn't just watch a gang disband like that.

That concerns the livelihoods of many people.

He waved his hand impatiently, "Alright, go do your thing, I'll take care of this."

Yu Meng left happily; this time it was all settled. With the first instance of help, there would be a second; she could finally be a high-ranking temple master, and all matters below could be handled by the old temple master.

……

For no apparent reason, the fourth battlefield also descended into chaos.

Mr. Feng and Nangong Tianshou received the news immediately and, without much thought, rushed into the fourth battlefield.

Looking at Nian Nian's innocent eyes, Nangong Tian Shou plopped down in a chair, pointed at Nian Nian and Jing San, and said, "Say it, give me a reason. How can you make a joke like this?"

Liu Wei poured tea for the two men and quietly slipped out. It wasn't that he was disloyal, but he couldn't bear Nangong Tianshou's wrath.

Niannian went up to Nangong Tianshou and massaged his shoulders in a fawning manner, "Uncle Nangong, you came in too fast. I haven't even sent out the message yet, and you've already come in."

After saying that, she even turned on her personal communication ring and pulled up the message she had edited but hadn't sent yet.

"See, I didn't intend to hide it from you. It's just that your legs are too good; they're faster than my hands."

Nangong Tianshou glanced at it and saw that there was indeed a long passage of text.

But could this be the fault of an elder? Of course not.

So he sat there, his face calm, and said, "Shouldn't you give prior notice for something like this? Who taught you to do this? You're planning to act first and ask questions later."

Niannian blinked, "I greeted Fourth Sister." She said it with such an innocent look.

"Say hello to her? Where is she now? Can she resolve this issue promptly?"

Niannian glanced at Jing San, wondering what to do, even Fourth Sister couldn't control her anymore.

Jing San silently made a gesture, indicating that she should speak less and that it would be fine in a moment.

Niannian stood aside sullenly, no longer giving Nangong Tianshou a back massage.

Mr. Feng watched them argue, then slowly sat down and drank a cup of tea. As long as nothing else happened, that was good.

If anything were to happen to these people at this time, he felt he would have to atone with his death. Qian Chuan was doing his best; the man was becoming more lucid, and his life would get better and better.

Now that he's heard everything's alright, he doesn't care what the reason is; as long as everything's alright, he'll accept it.

Niannian pouted and recounted what had happened, then explained Yu Meng's meaning.

Nangong Tianshou narrowed his eyes and glanced at Mr. Feng. "It seems those people haven't given up yet."

"It seems that the second and third battlefields may also be their doing, but I don't know what they're looking for?" Mr. Feng's mind reacted quickly.

"How about we use this opportunity to let them come in and look for it?" Mr. Feng tentatively suggested.

Jing nodded; he thought so too. Who needs to guard against thieves every day? He was born to catch thieves.

Nangong Tianshou was not one to be trifled with either. "Then let's discuss this carefully and catch them like turtles in a jar."

……

In another room on the battlefield, a voice asked, "What's going on? Is Asahi involved? Could we be implicated?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen her for two days."

"Do you think she might be... taken advantage of by those people?"

"Shut up, you don't need to tell me what you're thinking. I'm here to find an opportunity to imbue the lines with spirits."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the room, muttering to himself, "What an idiot. Now that he's become a spirit master, what doesn't he have?"

The only person left in the room was a woman in a cheongsam. Her hand moved swiftly across the paper, but her eyes were fixed on the view outside the window.

But in her heart, she was wondering who would be promoted? Or perhaps she could use this opportunity to seize some territory. After a long pause, she finally decided to wait and see what the new temple master's plans were.