First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!

True Interpretation Secret Arts aren’t something born of heaven—they’re mostly developed by later cultivators through constant practice and exploration.

They’re the crystallization of experience from those who came before.

And these preserved items are left behind by powerful cultivators who trained in those arts.

Through special techniques, a trace of the predecessor’s experience can be retained to aid comprehension.

That’s the benefit of having the 749 Bureau as your solid backing.

Of course, there are also things recorded in ancient texts.

But as the saying goes: “A true teaching is one sentence long; a false one fills ten thousand scrolls.”

You could study it a hundred times on your own, and it still wouldn’t compare to having someone walk you through it once.

Aside from these physical True Interpretation items, the 749 Bureau’s database is interconnected, preserving all sorts of written records of secret arts.Some physical items are stored in other substations or at headquarters.

Some exist only as written records but come with explanatory videos available for purchase.

Lu Ding swept his gaze across.

Information entered his eyes.

【Jade Book of the Cold Toad】

【Swallow and emit moonlight, condense the image of the cold moon, sculpt the body of the Moon God....】

.....

【Secret Scroll of the Green Mountain】

【The green mountain never grows old, unmoved by the passage of time.....】

.....

【Supreme Scroll of Soul Condensation from the Divine Ridge Records】

....

One after another, the True Interpretation secret arts dazzled Lu Ding’s eyes.

He honestly had no idea which one to choose right now.

Old Deng saw his slight hesitation: “What kind of True Interpretation secret art are you looking for? Do you have any general direction in mind?”

Lu Ding thought it over in light of his own situation. Since he could manually toggle Oneness with Heaven and Man, he obviously couldn’t pick some run-of-the-mill technique.

“No special criteria. Just needs to be strong.”

Simple and direct—this standard made Old Deng tilt his head and think: “Strong... come take a look at this.”

He led Lu Ding deeper in, finally stopping in front of a glass case holding a skeletal item.

Fist-sized, irregularly shaped, jade-colored with blood stains.

【Bone Inscription of the Sin Dragon】

【The Sin Dragon wreaked havoc along the rivers, trying to cleanse its sins in the sea, swept the waters of three rivers into the ocean, and was slain at the river mouth. This is the scale-bone beneath its reverse scale, inscribed with its technique.....】

【Note: Though this art possesses immense power, it plants sinful roots, breeds sinful nature, and invites sinful deeds. Only two types of people can train in this art.】

【First: Those born under the Star of Calamity, hated by heaven and earth, a curse to themselves and others, bringing disaster wherever they go—such people can cultivate the Sin Dragon’s technique without suffering its backlash.】

Lu Ding: ……..

That sounds kinda poetic, but isn’t it just saying, “I already owe a billion, what’s another ten million?”

【Second: Those favored by heaven—nothing is forbidden to them.】

Upon reading this, Lu Ding perked up instantly.

That’s straight out of a main character’s playbook—couldn’t be more fitting.

He saw it first, so that means it’s his.

Favored by heaven?

Lu Ding made up his mind right then and there.

From today on, his Oneness with Heaven and Man would never have an off switch again!

“I remember you were once blessed with Oneness with Heaven and Man. This Sin Dragon Bone Inscription should suit you. But be cautious while cultivating it.”

“Make sure not to be affected by it. After all, you’re not under divine protection all the time.”

“Better safe than sorry.”

Old Deng saw that Lu Ding was tempted, so he gave this reminder.

As for advising him not to learn it?

The path of cultivation is all about taking risks.

If you’ve got a chance, take it. If there’s a possibility, chase it.

Everyone climbs up step by step—

Who’s out here getting spoon-fed by the heavens and leveling up for free?

What a joke.

“Don’t worry, Old Deng. I know what I’m doing.”

Old Deng nodded, then pressed his hand onto the glass case.

An invisible talisman began to manifest intricate patterns, and the case slowly opened in two.

The display platform rose.

“Take it.”

With permission granted, Lu Ding stepped forward and picked up the dragon bone.

The moment it touched his hand, a surge of agitation welled up from within—but it vanished completely after just a moment.

Seeing this, Old Deng was finally reassured and closed the case.

“Go comprehend it. Time waits for no one. The training facility near Qinan Marsh won’t have all its students gathered for a few more days. If things get tight, I’ll call you.”

Hearing this, Lu Ding felt a rush of emotions.

He suddenly remembered his childhood in his previous life—

Cold, drowsy winter mornings when he didn’t want to get out of bed for school.

An old figure would be bustling in the kitchen, saying,

“Then sleep a bit more, the time’s still early. I’ll call you when breakfast is ready, make sure to get up then.”

Lu Ding nodded: “Okay.”

Leaving the Logistics Department, he returned to his single dorm room.

Lu Ding sat cross-legged on the bed.

He wasn’t planning to switch techniques just yet—he only wanted to get a feel for it, do a test run, and see how it worked.

Like trying on new clothes—even if you don’t wear them right away, you still wanna try ’em on.

As spiritual energy stimulated the technique,

The scene before his eyes changed.

Lu Ding floated midair, now observing the Sin Dragon charging toward the sea from a third-person perspective.

Among towering mountains, thunder and lightning crashed.

The sky filled with dark clouds, moisture condensing.

As distant peaks crumbled, debris flew in every direction.

A black shadow burst out from the mountainside.

Rain poured down from above.

Clouds rolled in, half-concealing its form, showing the tail while hiding the head.

As lightning lit up the scene, the Sin Dragon slithered through the sky.

In the blink of an eye—

Half its head revealed its true form.

Eyes with chaotic pupils radiated savage might.

Dragon scales glimmered with an eerie glow, claws shone with a cold light.

Thunder rolled across the heavens,

Beasts scattered for miles.

Riding cursed clouds, waves of vicious aura and demonic energy surged—

Birds flew from a thousand mountains in fright.

Wrapped in river water, it surged across the sky, overturning mountains and uprooting trees,

Erasing all traces of man from every path.

Looking around, it was a flood of destruction, nothing but devastation in sight.

Listening in all directions, cries of suffering filled the air—countless lives plunged into misery.

What Lu Ding saw and heard awakened something within.

Spiritual energy surged through his body.

And just like that—

A whole day passed.

The next morning—

In the heart of Qinan Marsh, bordering Banan Country, the training facility welcomed many new faces.

All geniuses from different districts.

And as they say, “Two tigers can’t share one mountain—unless one’s male and one’s female.”

When geniuses meet, sparks are bound to fly.

The 749 Bureau is divided into eight major regions: East, West, South, North, Southeast, Northeast, Southwest, and Northwest. Each major region’s primary city has its own substation.

These genius investigators from all corners of the country naturally group up according to their regions.

Same region—having heard of each other’s names, or having crossed paths before, isn’t unusual.

As mentioned earlier, not every region’s trainees go to claim their training rewards together.

Some, aware of their own situation and unwilling to take the risk—

Sure, it’s not fatal, but if they end up seriously injured, it’s just not worth it.

Those who don’t go to claim the rewards will arrive at the training facility earlier.

Since I got here first, I get first pick of the courtyard, right?

First come, first served. After all, the courtyards differ in size, orientation, and layout.

And since I already picked one, is it really too much if I pick one for my colleague who went to get the reward with me?

It’s just like when Yan Feifan arrives at a restaurant before Lu Ding and saves him a seat.

From your perspective, there’s nothing wrong with that.

But from someone else’s point of view—oh, it’s a big problem.

Bai Hemen had picked something different from Lu Ding, and because he was quicker, he arrived at the training facility earlier.

When he saw that Lu Ding hadn’t shown up yet, he figured he’d go pick out a courtyard first.

The result?

He liked one—someone said, “It’s taken.”

Second one—“That’s taken too.”

Third one—still taken.

Bai Hemen blew up on the spot. Isn’t this just bullying the honest guy?

“Taken? The doors are all locked and you’re telling me they’re taken?”

The guy folded his arms: “Yup. They’re not here yet, but I’m saving it for them.”

And then... Bai Hemen snapped.

From the front yard to the back, fists flying, men to women, Northwest to Southeast—

He ended up pissing off a whole group of people.

He was strong, yeah,

But not strong to the point of Lu Ding’s cliff-crushing, peerless level.

At best, if the other geniuses were at the foot of the mountain, he was halfway up—

While Lu Ding was already flying in the sky.

Besides, the Yimu Knot hadn’t fully worn off either.

Faced with a bunch of geniuses ganging up,

He wasn’t hurt, sure—

But still, a lone tree can’t hold up the canopy. It wasn’t some one-on-one match.

Nobody here’s an idiot—they all knew they couldn’t take him alone,

But even the best dog can’t handle a pack of shameless mutts.

And of all things, the Southern Region’s trainees had all gone to claim their rewards.

That process was tough, and aside from him, not a single one had returned yet.

He might’ve lost the fight,

But ever since hanging around Lu Ding these past few days, he’d picked up one lesson loud and clear:

If you eat pain just to be tough, you’re a f***ing idiot.

He slipped into the shadows, ran somewhere quiet, pulled out his phone, opened the 749 App, and sent Lu Ding a message:

“Bullied by numbers, can’t hold the line—emergency level: wildfire.”