Why did you provoke me?

Jingwu chuckled softly from the side, "With us here, we won't let you parasitize the aliens anymore."

Jing Liu nodded. "I know I'm safe with my two older brothers here, but I don't know any aliens. I'm looking for them."

To be honest, Jingyi felt a little sad when she heard those words.

They're about the same age, but the other person is the apple of their family's eye and has never even seen an alien.

What about them? They're constantly surrounded by aliens, their fates uncertain. He couldn't envy or be jealous of that difference.

"Sixth Brother, how did you get into the sect?" Jingwu asked curiously.

"Don't even mention it, I got tricked. I wasn't on guard against them, but they taught me a lesson." Jing Liu said with a grin.

"Do you hate them?" Jingyi asked.

Jingliu shook her head. "I don't really hate it. Without this experience, how would I have met you all, how would I have done what I love? You don't know, my family keeps a very close eye on me because of my poor health."

Jing nodded. "I can tell. With that big package of yours, no one would dare say that your family doesn't value you."

Jingliu was a little embarrassed. "My aunt prepared it for me. She won't let me go out if I don't take it."

The three of them arrived at their lodgings quickly, and before leaving, Jingyi revealed the truth to Jingliu.

"Well, Uncle Wu told me about your situation. I'll mainly teach you how to use lines. As for physical training, if you can't keep up with our pace, you can decide on your own."

"And there's a potion on the table, one dose a day. It's for improving physical condition, very precious, and not available outside. Don't let anyone know about it." Jingyi repeated the instructions again.

"I've got it, Senior Brother Jingyi. So, how do I drink this medicine?"

"You must be tired after a long day. How about drinking this before bed? It'll help you get a good rest. Tomorrow is the start of training, and I won't hold back."

Jing Liu looked at the medicine on the table, which was in small bottles with no instructions on them.

If he were at home, such things wouldn't even reach him; everything he puts in his mouth has to go through several checks.

But now he wants to try it out and see what kind of people this sect really is.

I picked one up, touched it with my tongue, and it didn't taste particularly special; it even seemed a little sweet.

He poured the whole bottle into his mouth and went to bed to rest. Although he hadn't walked much that day, he still felt tired.

Early the next morning, Jingwu came over. "Sixth Brother, are you training alone or with them?"

"Is there a difference?"

"Hmm, a little," Jingwu said after a pause.

"Fifth Brother, please help me."

"You belong to the Jing generation. It's shameful to be too weak. Those people won't give you any face."

"Where did Fifth Brother train when he first arrived?"

"I'm different from you. I've always been with my teammates. There are many of us, so I don't stand out. Besides, I'm the manager here, so they don't dare laugh at me to my face," Jingwu said honestly.

Jing Liu smiled gently, "Let's go take a look and then decide."

The two walked outside, and Jingwu asked softly, "Did you drink yesterday's medicine?"

"After drinking it, I must say, I slept really well that night."

"This is a rare find, don't skimp on it, and don't take it out. This will help make up for our losses," Jingwu added.

"I will follow the rules," Jing Liu replied.

"Go ahead and see, Sixth Brother. Cherish these leisurely days! Your qualification depends on Senior Brother Jingyi's approval, and he never goes easy on you in this regard." Jingwu patted his shoulder and left with a smile.

Jingyi didn't make things difficult for Jingliu; she simply taught him, according to the rules, how to peel off the alien's skin.

At first, Jingliu found it very interesting. He learned quickly, and by the end of the morning, he had already mastered three finger techniques.

He told Jingyi that he needed to set aside two hours to handle his work.

Jingyi agreed, but asked him to use lines when turning the pages, saying it was to train his dexterity and lay the groundwork for future training.

During dinner, Jing Liu felt like he was a wooden man. Every part of his body was stiff.

He was taken back to his residence, drank a bottle of medicine, and fell asleep immediately.

In the days that followed, this situation became the norm.

His face was tanned, and a thin layer of muscle had appeared on his arms. He had already become close friends with Jingyi's teammates.

Most importantly, he peeled off the alien dough incredibly fast, even Jingyi had to take it seriously.

He played with lines in various ways, and later he used lines to control the pen to annotate documents.

Jingyi made a video about this and posted it in the group. Even Niannian said that this person is talented.

The cripple and the long-haired man finally moved to the first battlefield a month later, and Yu Meng naturally followed.

Jingyi, Jingwu, Jingliu, and Chen Ming all came to see Yu Meng.

Jing Liu was very well-behaved, only speaking when Yu Meng asked questions, and never interrupting unless asked. But he was surprised; she really was just a little girl. Yet her aura seemed even stronger than his father's.

As usual, Jingyi asked many questions about line drawing techniques.

Jingwu asked, "Teacher Yu, how should I treat those two?" After all, this was the first battlefield, and he was the host.

Yu Meng laughed, "Those two are no ordinary people. If any of you can learn their skills, I'll give them credit."

"Really? Can the team members do it too?" Jingyi asked immediately.

"Okay, but we can't be persistent. They prefer quiet, so two people will run errands for them each time. As for who gets the opportunity, that depends on luck," Yu Meng gave her answer after a moment's thought.

Jingyi lowered her voice, "Teacher Yu, can we use some methods?"

Yu Meng glared at him. "What are you thinking? They're not enemies; they're just here to cultivate their character. Show them some respect."

Chen Ming stood aside like he was invisible. You guys are so unkind, scheming against my husband right in front of me.

But he dared not lose his temper; here, he could defeat Jing Liu. But if Jing Liu used lines, he couldn't say what the outcome would be.

Yu Meng left Jing Liu behind, saying, "Keep an eye on news from Guihong Pavilion for me. This isn't urgent; let's be cautious. You can contact me directly when the time comes."

Jing Liu nodded in agreement, "Okay, I'll let Teacher Yu know if there's any news." She tugged at her clothes, "Teacher Yu, may I know your current level?"

Yu Meng raised an eyebrow; he was really bold. With so many people in the sect, they only dared to speculate behind her back; this was the first time someone had asked her directly.

Yu Meng's Overlord crawled out of the backpack and floated in front of Jing Liu. With a gentle hook of its tentacles, Jing Liu's lines were uncontrollably pulled into the air by the Overlord.

Jing Liu's eyes widened, and her voice was a little hoarse, "This is spirit possession, and it's high-level spirit possession."

Yu Meng raised an eyebrow. "The scions of these big families really have a sharp eye."

The king loosened its muscles and lazily returned to its small backpack.

"Why doesn't it return to your brain?" Jing Liu asked naively.

"It thinks it's too quiet there," Yu Meng blurted out casually.

The overlord protested from inside its small backpack, "It can't get in!"

Yu Meng then asked about his physical condition, "The conditions here are harsh. If you can't handle it, just tell Jingyi."

Jing Liu blinked, feeling a sense of concern from an elder for a younger person.

"Senior Brother Jingyi gave me a potion, and I feel like I'm not so weak anymore." Jingliu clenched her fist and waved it in the air.

"Alright, you can decide for yourself. You can all go back now." Yu Meng started to shoo people away.