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

She reached into her clothes and pulled out a sheet of drawing paper. On it was a sketch of Chang Yan.

With a flick of her wrist, she lit it. It turned to ash in an instant. Then, with a reverse grip, she swung the blade and severed her own neck.

Not a hint of hesitation. No lingering regret.

Her head and body parted.

Bai Hemen didn’t quite understand.

Cutting off her hand—that made sense. If she hadn’t, corpse energy would’ve entered her body, and she’d have suffered horribly.

But beheading herself...

He didn’t even go for her head.

So why?Lu Ding descended lightly.

“Don’t get it, do you?”

Bai Hemen shook his head.

“That was a love suicide. Looks like she had a one-sided crush on Chang Yan, and now that he’s dead, she’s got nothing left to hold on to. Figured she might as well go with him.”

Hearing Lu Ding’s explanation,

Bai Hemen still didn’t really get it.

“You really lucked out today, huh? Eye-opener, right?”

Bai Hemen nodded. Yeah, definitely an eye-opener. Some people really can chop off their own heads without blinking.

“I’d heard of stuff like that—just stories. Never seen it in real life.”

“Alright, let’s go. Let the others clean up the battlefield.”

Lu Ding turned to leave, humming a tune.

“People like us who don’t get the pain of love and hate... always thought dying for love was just an ancient tale...”

“You write songs!!?”

Bai Hemen’s eyes went wide in disbelief. Love suicide, old tales—weren’t those just the things he’d mentioned moments ago?

He could just pull it together like that?

So smooth??

And... it actually sounded kinda nice.

“If I could write songs like that, I wouldn’t have been a broke-a** college student for all those years. I just remember bits of it now and sing it—probably even messed up the lyrics. Don’t interrupt, let me try to piece it together.”

Being a plagiarism god wasn’t so easy—Lu Ding had tried before, but it didn’t work out.

He couldn’t compose. The background track always felt off. Just... wrong.

Then he learned composition.

Forgot the lyrics. Only remembered some iconic lines.

Tried writing his own to fill the gaps, but no matter how he sang it, it didn’t sound right.

It always ended up like putting gold trim on a toilet seat.

Eventually, he gave up.

Listening to all that, Bai Hemen totally didn’t buy it.

He felt like he’d just discovered a bunch of Lu Ding’s secrets.

Knows everything. Does everything.

And rare as it was, Lu Ding even cracked a dry joke:

“Remembered it? What—memories from your last life that didn’t fully fade?”

Lu Ding ignored him.

Still humming as he walked ahead.

Bai Hemen hurried to catch up. “Did you just recite a poem back there?”

“It came from the heart.”

Bai Hemen walked in silence next to him. They were nearly past the rocky flat when he said, “Lu Ding, if I ever die one day, would you write a poem for me too?”

“Or if I die and there’s still a body left, could you turn me into a flower too?”

“Make sure you use a stone to weigh me down in front of my grandma’s grave. Don’t let me blow away.”

Lu Ding: .........

He shot a glare sideways. “Can’t think of anything good? Always talking life and death all the time. Who the h*ll taught you to be so obsessed with dying? Tell me, I’ll go slap them twice.”

Who taught him this stuff?

Teaching kids like this...

Isn’t living a good thing?

“Turn you into a flower? I’ll blast you into pieces.”

Bai Hemen stared straight at him. “You.”

Lu Ding pointed at himself. “Me?”

“Yeah, you. Remember last time? You said Kou Huaiyi was too ugly to deserve that technique of yours—the one that turns people into flowers.”

“But even though he was that ugly, he still got to enjoy such a nice sendoff.”

“And this time, Chang Yan definitely deserved it. Died beautifully. If I could choose how I die, I’d absolutely pick that way. And you even wrote a poem for him.”

“Went out looking good. Dignified.”

Rare to hear Bai Hemen talk so much.

And it was all stuff Lu Ding didn’t want to hear.

“You’re nuts.”

Lu Ding strode off, silently making a decision.

He was gonna switch the petals to black ones from now on.

All those bright colors—way too pretty, way too classy. If this kept up and more weirdos like Bai Hemen started chasing death just to die ‘elegantly’...

Wouldn’t that keep him busy forever?

But Bai Hemen’s words did remind Lu Ding of something.

He pulled out his phone and checked the map.

Perfect. On the way to Yunmeng, he could pass by where Chang Yan buried his mother.

Just couldn’t take a flight.

Didn’t really matter, though.

Lu Ding decided—he’d take that petal in his pocket and leave it at Chang Yan’s mother’s grave.

In life, they were enemies. Stood on opposite sides.

In death, Lu Ding respected him as a real man.

This—he could do.

And while he was at it, he’d drop by Chang Yan’s hometown.

It was on the way to Yunmeng anyway. Close enough.

It’s not like Lu Ding was so free he had nothing better to do—this was the kind of thing he could just pass off to the local authorities.

One phone call and they’d handle it overnight.

But!

If things went by the book like that—

Lu Ding wouldn’t feel right.

He was in a bad mood—so no one else was allowed to feel good either.

As for whether the higher-ups would discipline him afterward? Fine. Let them. Punish away.

In terms of Cultivator of Qi management, yeah, this wasn’t exactly by the book.

So he’d get fined. But that’s later.

From Lu Ding’s emotional standpoint, not doing this would make even less sense.

It had to be done—and right now.

D*mn it, y’all’ve been spoiled.

Can’t kill you?

He tapped on his phone and requested a report on Chang Yan’s hometown. He even left a special note: detailed—must be detailed.

This kind of thing—what did the family do, what didn’t they do?

If it couldn’t be confirmed right now, send someone to confirm it immediately. He wanted an answer by tomorrow.

Things on this end were wrapped up.

Meanwhile, on the other end—Lan Mingli, who was heading back, didn’t stop for even a second. Took his Aunt Lan Ya, jumped on a “flyer,” and left.

Didn’t even stay in Jinshan for another moment.

On the plane, Lan Mingli turned his head to look out the window.

Lan Ya leaned over to look up at him: “You crying?”

“No.”

“Then why are your eyes all red?”

“Didn’t sleep today. I’m tired.”

“Oh~ so even Divine Palace cultivators get sleepy if they don’t sleep?”

“Aiya, Auntie!!”

Lan Mingli turned toward her, a little agitated.

“Auntie, do you even know who he is? He’s Lu Ding! He’s got a whole advanced training site to stay at, and instead he comes running to Jinshan—for what!!”

“He’s just bullying people, isn’t he!!?”

“And that Bai Hemen too, also a bully—total scumbag, classic thug!”

“Over in Yunmeng, we have a rule—if someone under twenty beats a Top Talent on the rankings, they get a rare spiritual treasure from that person’s family, right?”

“Well, he actually challenged me!!!”

“Named it directly—wants the Wind Roar Stone! That’s straight-up bullying!!”

Lan Ya listened, a bit dazed.

Lu Ding... Bai Hemen...

Yeah, no ordinary background.

The Kou Family...

Sigh...

Seeing Lan Ya silent, Lan Mingli tried to comfort her: “Don’t be sad, Auntie. I’m fine, really.”

Lan Ya felt a little awkward.

What was she supposed to say?

That she wasn’t feeling sad for him, but was silently saying goodbye to Kou Jingshen?

Also maybe quietly bidding farewell to the last few years of her youth spent in Jinshan?

The night passed in a flash.

Daylight came.

At the Jinshan 749 Bureau of Investigation—

Lu Ding was taking a break.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he took out a Stillwater Lotus Mist.

Along the way, he spent seven hundred contribution points and got himself a few pretty decent rare treasures.

Contribution points—as long as it’s within the 749 Bureau network, you can use them anywhere.

Of course, the catch is: the local branch’s inventory and quality need to match your needs.

Fortunately, Jinshan 749 wasn’t too small a place.

Fully able to accommodate Lu Ding’s spending.

Out of those seven hundred points, three hundred came from Li Kai buying trees. The other four hundred were Jinshan’s reward to Lu Ding.

What with the Tianli Cult and the Kou Family, four hundred was more than justified.

Now that his rare treasures were in place, Lu Ding was ready to reinforce his Divine Palace—

Brick by brick!