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

In the swirling mist, a pair of chaotic pupils lit up.

With one glare—

the giant python perched on the dragon throne behind Huangpu Lingyun tumbled off and disappeared from sight.

The gyrfalcon soaring behind Nuomin flapped its wings a few times, dropped a few feathers, and flew far, far away.

Even though the manifestation of the Sin Dragon only lasted a split second,

the meaning behind it was loud and clear.

Scram! Don’t make me slap you!!

A python, a gyrfalcon—neither was even in the same league as a Sin Dragon with chaotic eyes.

Theirs were just external manifestations, powered by their techniques. Their own bodies were still weak.No matter how bright their future might be, how impressive they could become, the present is the present.

Right now, they’re just not it.

But the Sin Dragon Bone Inscription that Lu Ding cultivated? That thing came directly from a real Sin Dragon.

That’s not some abstract power-up—it’s the real deal, peeled right off a monster.

You wanna compare? That’s like a grown-up beating up a toddler.

Forget about Lu Ding himself—just take the other cultivation requirement of the Sin Dragon Bone Inscription:

The Doomed Star of Calamity.

Even someone with just that alone would suppress all these people. They couldn’t even handle it.

Now throw in Lu Ding, who’s achieved Oneness with Heaven and Man, totally unrestrained by anything?

A manifestation? What a joke.

Look up at the sky—that is the biggest manifestation of all.

Lu Ting laughed.

Song Chunfeng looked a little awkward. He definitely knew the name of the Sin Dragon Bone Inscription.

“…Decent technique,” he muttered, voice dripping with sarcasm, like no one would catch on.

Lu Ting didn’t let it slide.

“‘Decent’? Oh yeah? Why don’t you try cultivating it then? If you’re interested, I’ll even cover the Contribution Points and buy you a replica. Go ahead—you train it!”

Song Chunfeng: Me? Train it?

Sure, and I’ll just say goodbye to my entire family while I’m at it, yeah?

Might as well write my will today.

He didn’t dare. Not even a little.

So he shut up, sulking.

Meanwhile, inside Lu Ding’s body, his spiritual energy surged with the pool water, rushing through his meridians.

The mini Sin Dragon raged as it crashed around, barreling through with wild abandon.

Several times, it looked like it was about to charge straight into the Linghai.

And every time—it screeched to a sudden stop.

Not because it was scared.

Because it wasn’t time yet.

The proper steps had to be followed—

First, form the Divine Palace.

Then descend into the Dragon-Locking Well, break out from within, rush through rivers to storm the sea,

cleanse the sin and ascend as a dragon, leap through the Dragon Gate, and finally—achieve transcendent sublimation.

In simple terms: you gotta wait.

Good food takes time.

The mini Sin Dragon turned around inside the meridians and charged back the other way—

like a little maniac on a joyride.

Lu Ding didn’t bother stopping it.

With the Sin Dragon charging ahead, dragging waves of spiritual energy along with it,

his spiritual energy output speed and volume had both more than doubled.

In other words—

even if two people used the same technique,

Lu Ding’s version would have at least double the power of someone cultivating a regular True Interpretation technique.

And this was just the beginning.

Lu Ding flipped his hand seals.

In his Linghai, a deep voice rang out:

“Divine Palace, rise!!!!”

From the blood-stained sea, particles of light floated upward.

Outside, a vast wave of oppressive aura swept out!

Someone gasped,

“Lu Ding’s breaking through to the Divine Palace Realm!!!”

Countless eyes turned toward him.

Lu Ding sat at the center of a ten-meter-wide whirlpool,

the telltale fluctuations of the Divine Palace Realm pulsing from his body in waves.

The shockwaves spread—and what came back was the collective disbelief of the crowd.

“This... this is way too overpowered. We’re supposed to go into the study phase after the blood pool.

How the h*ll are we supposed to learn anything after this?!”

“All the trainees are still in the Linghai Realm, and he’s breaking into the Divine Palace Realm!?”

“And from what I know, Lu Ding knows tons of different techniques: flight, confinement, offense, body enhancement, tracking—you name it.”

“And what’s crazier is, most of them are fully mastered. This... how do you even teach someone like that?”

“How do you know they’re fully mastered?”

Someone asked the question everyone was thinking.

The reply came immediately.

“Are you dumb? Don’t have a phone or what?

Go search up his combat vids. Every time he casts a spell, it’s clean and perfect—shouts the name, boom, it appears.

Zero leaks. That’s full mastery. What else could it be?”

Divine Palace.

Huangpu Lingyun felt a tight squeeze in his chest—he hurt.

Hurt deep in his core.

He hadn’t even broken through to the Divine Palace Realm yet.

Why did Lu Ding get to be so fast?

Is it just because he’s reckless? I’ve got a life too—I can be reckless!

Absorb, d*mn it!

Huangpu Lingyun cranked his technique to the max, trying to leech off the pool water like Lu Ding to force a breakthrough.

But he’d never understand—compared to Lu Ding’s meridians,

his were like a muddy footpath compared to a wide-open highway.

“Pfft!!”

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

His body couldn’t take it. The overload was too much.

The Head Instructor gave him a glance.

“Talent’s decent. Lacks temperament. Take him out. He’s not meant for the blood pool.”

If he kept trying, he’d just die in there.

Huangpu Lingyun was filled with unwillingness.

This was a huge opportunity—a once-in-a-lifetime breakthrough.

And now it was slipping away…

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier—until finally, darkness took over.

Song Chunfeng’s face stiffened.

He looked at the rows of pipes, all pumping out Taishui blood and spiritual-liquid mixtures at maximum flow.

The Head Instructor had just started to feel a bit anxious when—

Footsteps. Fast ones.

“Old Li! The one down below is getting cranky.

Said we’re draining too much, his body can’t take it.

We agreed—once a year, specific quantity and specs.

But today alone, we’ve used as much as we normally would in several years! What do we do?!”

“What do we do? Tell him—I want every drop of Taishui blood filled to quota.

If we draw extra today, I’ll make sure we compensate him just as much.”

As he said this, his gaze turned to Lu Ding, who was still pushing the limits in the pool.

A thought flickered through his mind.

Is this kid’s Linghai just massive... or is his body built different?

How the h*ll can he absorb so much?

If his Linghai’s really that big… just how big are we talking here???

Like, a literal True Spirit ’Sea’?

He added, “Anyway, when it comes to spell techniques, we’ve got nothing left to teach him.

Once he’s finished recovering, just send him out solo to go ‘Scout the Winds and Slay the Dragon’—let him bring something back to patch up that old guy down below.”

BOOM!!!!

The Head Instructor froze.

He looked stiffly toward Bai Hemen’s position.

“…Forget it. Let the two of them team up and head out first.”

At this moment, Bai Hemen had already burned through the medicinal effects of the Yimu Knot,

his old injuries from being punished for killing a teammate now fully healed.

Add in his accumulated foundations—this was his moment to burst forth.

Now, he too was about to break into the Divine Palace Realm!!

Compared to Lu Ding’s lightning-fast cultivation speed,

Bai Hemen felt like he had been going way too slow—far too slow!!

He had to go even faster!!

The whirlpool around him widened again.

The Head Instructor’s face darkened with a hint of green.

“Bring me my whip. I’m going down myself.”

“Old Li,” one of the counselors said, “maybe you should stay here and keep watch instead.

Those two—Yunhai 749 warned us a hundred times—they hold grudges and always get even. Just now…”

He glanced toward Song Chunfeng not far away.

Then he added,

“Those two dared to go after someone in the Si Ming Realm back when they were still just in the Linghai Realm.

And not just anyone—it was Shi Gandang, someone known for his rock-solid defense.

Their teamwork is insane, their combat power is way above the norm, and don’t even get me started on their guts.”

“Now Lu Ding’s in the Divine Palace Realm, and judging by Bai Hemen’s momentum,

he’s about to break through too. Once they’re both in the Divine Palace Realm—

if they start throwing hands later and you’re not there to handle it, it’s gonna be a mess.”

The Head Instructor didn’t even blink.

“Then let them fight.”

“It’s not like there’s any rule saying you can’t hit an instructor.

Didn’t you see the sign hanging by the entrance?”

“That top line—did it say ‘No Hitting Instructors’? Huh?

So what if you’re an instructor? You still follow my rules.

I’m the Head Instructor.”

“Even I have to follow my own rules. What makes instructors so special?

You get involved in someone else’s grudge match?

Try to block payback?

Then you gotta take the hit. This place runs on what’s written on that board!”

“Besides… if I don’t go down there,

you think that guy below’s just gonna let those two little wolf pups suck him dry?”

A combat instructor walked over, holding a long whip inlaid with some kind of metal fragments.

The Head Instructor sidestepped the counselor blocking his way,

reached out, and grabbed the whip.

He flexed his arm.

“Outta the way. Go on, get—don’t block the path!”