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

Yan Feifan: “Brother Lu, do you know who you are? The Corpse-Shattering Taishui of Yunhai 749, the number one Double-Flower Red Stick of the Southern 749’s three-region new generation, both literary and martial talents, the pride of both pen and blade—how could your gaze not be sharp?”

Lu Ding liked the sound of that and gave him another glance: “Are you praising me, or yourself?”

“Hahahahahaha, both! I’m proud too, I’m proud too.”

After saying all that.

Yan Feifan read off his phone: “Brother Lu, our colleague from external liaison at the Bureau has already sent the report and documents to Hetu.”

“Du Yongchun really does have a general for a father.”

“They haven’t responded much yet—just probed our stance a little, said they want us to return their son’s body.”

“We sternly corrected that. All that’s left is a head, no body.”

“After that, they didn’t say anything else. On the surface, they seem to be suppressing their emotions for now, staying quiet.”“But I have a guess, based on the data from the Bureau.”

“Du Yongchun’s dad doesn’t have many sons. He’s really invested in this one. Now that he’s dead, if the old man doesn’t react at all—”

“If he’s even considering our proposed compensation plan—”

“I feel like... he’s probably planning something nasty.”

“This guy—I can’t think of anything good about him, so I’m choosing to think the worst. Considering your current position, Brother Lu—”

“The only public point of contact we have left with them is in Dahan and the Monster Room. I think they’ll try something sneaky there.”

After witnessing Lu Ding’s methods earlier—

Yan Feifan knew.

Sneaky or not—

In the face of absolute strength, it’s all just talk.

Still, what needed to be said, had to be said.

That was his duty as a support officer.

Just because it posed no threat, didn’t mean he shouldn’t raise the issue.

“Something sneaky in the Monster Room, huh.....”

A flicker of mockery crossed Lu Ding’s eyes: “That would be ideal.”

“Hopefully when they see me, they won’t be too terrified. I’ll try to be gentle—let them die without any pain.”

In other words: instant kill.

Yan Feifan played along, rolling up the document in his hand to use as a mic.

He brought it to his mouth: “Mr. Lu, do you have any trash talk for the other countries’ students participating in this year’s Monster Room?”

Then he shifted it to Lu Ding’s mouth: “Ahem, I’m not targeting anyone, I’m just saying—everyone here is trash.”

“Oh my god, Mr. Lu, you’re way too arrogant.”

“Hahahahahahahaha......”

“No no no, Brother Lu, you should laugh like this—jeh jeh jeh jeh......”

Laughter echoed.

Then Yan Feifan added: “By the way, Brother Lu, the complainant from Dinghao Complex died.”

“Died? How?”

“Suicide.”

“After hearing of her death, I looked into her movement history and cross-referenced it with the Bureau’s files.”

“She never asked for compensation. After settling her husband and child’s affairs, she traveled around—everywhere from north to south. Pretty much all the places she’d visited with her husband before.”

“Up until a few days ago.”

“After retracing all those steps she’d taken with her husband over the years, she returned to her hometown.”

“When our local team visited her, they found she had already taken poison. They also found traces of unscattered Spiritual Qi in her body.”

Lu Ding wasn’t surprised by the outcome.

When a person loses their will to live, they’re not nearly as strong as you’d think.

Some things, at certain moments, weigh heavier than life itself.

He just hadn’t expected that—at the very end—she would unlock her apertures.

Unlocking apertures meant a complete departure from the ordinary human life level.

Poisons fatal to regular people would be nothing to a Cultivator of Qi.

As long as she had the slightest will to live, her apertures would automatically open and close, expelling the toxins.

Sigh......

This outcome made it clear her will to die was firm—letting the poison ravage her vitality until it was too late to recover.

“How was her funeral handled?”

“According to the report from our local colleagues, the village handled it themselves, following local customs. The complainant’s parents passed away long ago.”

“No relatives.”

“And that Dinghao Complex tragedy... well, it really... sigh...”

“So the villagers felt some connection to her.”

This answer, Lu Ding truly listened to.

He nodded: “That’s fine. Since she didn’t want compensation, then let’s do this.”

“Notify the local team, pull her compensation funds, and hire local masters to refurbish her grave properly.”

“And about the Yin Domain incident—we still had some of her husband and child’s belongings left. Did she take them all?”

“She took some, not all.”

Yan Feifan answered honestly.

Lu Ding thought for a moment:

“Have our team send what she left behind to the local department. Let them bury those belongings with her.”

“That way, she can rest more peacefully with her husband and child.”

Situations like this are hard on anyone.

And if you really dig into it—

The tragedy at Dinghao Complex could be blamed on the two patrol officers from the old Bao Fan District.

They failed in their duties.

Though they’ve been punished—

Punishment can never erase grief.

So all Lu Ding could do was make sure she left with a little less regret.

Call it performative, call it whatever else—he didn’t care. If it’s something he can do, he’ll do it.

Yan Feifan compiled Lu Ding’s instructions and passed them on to the Bureau and local team.

He always knew—Brother Lu was someone who hid his kindness deep. But he was fair.

By evening.

The cleanup of the He family’s aftermath was just about done.

Lu Ding and Yan Feifan bid farewell to Li Qianxing.

Then he turned to talk with Zhu Yixuan and the other man about the blade.

Now that Zhu Yixuan had retrieved his sword, and considering the foundation he’d already built—

That would’ve been enough.

He only needed to fast-track the Scouting Winds, Slaying Dragons task.

Then he could dive into forging.

But now, having learned Lu Ding held a fragment of the Stubborn Stone of Nanshan—

Zhu Yixuan had to change plans.

“My ancestors left behind some great materials. Once I finish the Scouting Winds, Slaying Dragons task, I’ll head home.”

“I’ll use our family’s furnace to forge your blade. I’ll even bring in my family to help forge it with me.”

“Once I have the secondary materials ready, I’ll message you. You just send the Nanshan fragment via 749 express.”

Hearing Zhu Yixuan was going to make such a big deal out of this—

The whole family forging a blade for him—

Lu Ding felt a bit embarrassed: “Alright then, just treat it as me hiring you to forge it. We can talk about the—”

But before he could finish, Zhu Yixuan turned and walked away.

Lu Ding called after him. The man turned back with just half a side profile: “You already insulted our family’s blades with your actions. You don’t get to insult me as a person too!!”