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

Chapter 308: I’ve Taken a Liking to Your Life—You Gonna Give It or Not? · Nov 06, 2026

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301 Chapter 301: Life and Death, Reincarnation Never Ends—We Live, They Die 2026-11-06
302 Chapter 302: A Genius Adds One More Stroke to Lu Ding’s Legend with His Life 2026-11-06
303 Chapter 303: The Heavenly Investigators Invite the Fate Commander—Lu Ding, We Need You 2026-11-06
304 Chapter 304: Do You Believe I’ll Mess You Up Myself (1/4) 2026-11-06
305 Chapter 305: Crouching Dragon Finally Meet the Rain, The Released Crane Soars (2/4) 2026-11-06
306 Chapter 306: Disciplined Lu Ding—No Trade, No Killing (3/4) 2026-11-06
307 Chapter 307: Your Mom’s Not a Woman? Your Dad Sh*t You Out? (4/4) 2026-11-06
308 Chapter 308: I’ve Taken a Liking to Your Life—You Gonna Give It or Not? 2026-11-06
309 Chapter 309: Eight Guardian Deities, Earth-Walking Yaksha, Permission to Kill 2026-11-06
310 Chapter 310: Di Chang Becomes Di Yue, The Buddha’s Disciple Meets the Taishui 2026-11-06
311 Chapter 311: Anyone Can Tear Down the Heavenly Truth Sect—Except My Di Family 2026-11-06
312 Chapter 312: You Betray Like a Whe and Still Want a Virtue Badge? Who the H*ll Do You Think You Are?! 2026-11-06
313 Chapter 313: In My Capacity as an Investigator of 749, I Sentence You to Behead—Immediately! 2026-11-06
314 Chapter 314: Bountiful Harvest — Corpse-Oil Tree 2026-11-06
315 Chapter 315: Cured-Flesh Threading Technique — One Step Closer to the Black Hell of Death 2026-11-06
316 Chapter 316: “Treasure Appraisal” Wutian — Why Won’t 749 Give Us a Chance? 2026-11-06
317 Chapter 317: I’m a Monk, Not a Bald Donkey 2026-11-06
318 Chapter 318: The cries of apes echo endlessly, yet the light boat has already passed through a thousand mountains 2026-11-06
319 Chapter 319: Too Much? Now this is what you call too much 2026-11-06
320 Chapter 320: First Time Encountering a Secret Realm, Fists the Size of Sandbags 2026-11-06
321 Chapter 321: Think Grabbing a Great Opportunity Means You Can Challenge 749? 2026-11-06
322 Chapter 322: Just Say the Word, and I’ll Shed Blood for 749 Too 2026-11-06
323 Chapter 323: Handsome, Charismatic, and Visionary—Just Doesn’t Like Looking People in the Eye 2026-11-06
324 Chapter 324: “Competitor’s a Dumb*ss”—Clearly Hasn’t Seen What a Real Black Hand Looks Like 2026-11-06
325 Chapter 325: Twin Dragons Emerge from the Sea, Crushing Two Veteran Si Ming 2026-11-06
326 Chapter 326: He Family’s Front Gate, Baoshui Bay. Hurry Over, I’m Waiting for You 2026-11-06
327 Chapter 327: Have You Ever Met Your Great-Grandmother? Same Charge-Up, Different Power 2026-11-06
328 Chapter 328: The Grand Art of Dismemberment. Why Didn’t You Reveal Yourself Sooner? 2026-11-06
329 Chapter 329: A Rotten Orange is Just a Rotten Orange 2026-11-06
330 Chapter 330: You’re Not Even Worthy of Dying by Lu Ding’s Hands 2026-11-06
331 Chapter 331: Dodged a Bullet, Folks - Those Who Live by the Sword Die by the Sword [1/4] 2026-11-06
332 Chapter 332: The Coffin in Drowned Corpse Cave - Deciphering the Nine-Word Mantra [2/4] 2026-11-06
333 Chapter 333: Impersonating Huang Xun, Tricking Di She, Discovering Uncle Shui Isn’t Human [3/4] 2026-11-06
334 Chapter 334: Twenty-Plus Hours of Charging, The Monk Sees a Great Demon 2026-11-06
335 Chapter 335: No Time for Nonsense - Twenty-Plus Hours of Charged Power Unleashed in an Instant 2026-11-06
336 Chapter 336: Calling Reinforcements? Feifan, Contact Yunhai and Move Into Blackwater Market 2026-11-06
337 Chapter 337: Spell: Immovable as a Mountain, This Path is Closed 2026-11-06
338 Chapter 338: [Call of the Fallen Name] Combined with [Lion’s Roar] Sneak Attack 2026-11-06
339 Chapter 339: Crooked-Mouth Old Man: Oh No! My Water Corpse Flying Zombie! 2026-11-06
340 Chapter 340: The Monk Advocates Mercy While Lu the Year God Prefers Killing Over Redemption 2026-11-06
341 Chapter 341: The Crooked-Mouth Old Man’s World Collapses - The Corpse Thief Turns Out to Be Lu Ding 2026-11-06
342 Chapter 342: The Fish Spirit’s Allies Arrive, The Daoist Master Shows His Might, I Dare You to Step Forward! 2026-11-06
343 Chapter 343: You Came Willingly, Now You Want to Leave? Too Late! 2026-11-06
344 Chapter 344: The Old Man Reads Fortune, Raises Thunder Command, Annihilates Heavenly Perception 2026-11-06
345 Chapter 345: Elder Deng: ”Young Lu, who exactly is that Crooked-Mouth Old Man to you?” 2026-11-06
346 Chapter 346: Tension Before Even Meeting, Earnings of 5,900 Contribution Points 2026-11-06
347 Chapter 347: The 5,000 Contribution Points Effect - Si Ming Takes the True Martial Throne 2026-11-06
348 Chapter 348: A knife hidden in the belly, not tall, improved the way of the jin cart to accumulate power 2026-11-06
349 Chapter 349: Craving Hotpot But Can’t Have It 2026-11-06
350 Chapter 350: Damn It, Your Yunhai 749 Bureau Is Too Brutal! 2026-11-06

He collapsed like jelly, blood gushing endlessly from his mouth.

Lu Ding took a step toward him.

Behind him, Di Wei breathed his last.

Di Dao lay tangled in a pile of firewood, trying over and over to get up, but his injuries were too severe—he simply couldn’t.

He could only watch Lu Ding walk closer, utterly powerless.

That kick just now hadn’t only shattered half his bones. It had also severed his meridians.

Even if he somehow survived this encounter with Lu Ding—

Afterwards,

Not even the Di family’s resources could fix him.

The rest of his life would be nothing but that of a cripple.But could he really live?

Lu Ding stepped right on his broken ribs and pressed down hard.

Blood was squeezed from his abdomen, one mouthful after another.

Fractured bones jabbed deeper into the flesh under the pressure.

He screamed.

“AHHHHHHH!!!!”

“Weren’t you acting all tough a second ago? Get up. Keep acting, let’s see.”

Lu Ding said.

Di Dao lay there, hacking up blood, his weak arms trying to shove Lu Ding’s foot off his chest.

“Cough... cough... Who... who are you... I’m... I’m with the Di family... There shouldn’t be any beef between us...”

Lu Ding turned his head toward Carpenter Yang.

“You got any beef with them?”

Carpenter Yang guarded the girl behind him and shook his head: “No. He just wanted me to make coffins for his family. Now he’s eyeing my craft.”

Hearing that—

Lu Ding turned back and looked down at Di Dao: “See that? You didn’t have any beef with him either, did you?”

“There may be no beef between us, but I’ve taken a liking to your life.”

“You asked Carpenter Yang for his craft, he refused, and you guys were clearly about to get rough. Now I’ve got my eye on your life. You gonna give it to me, or not?”

His voice wasn’t loud, but it was full of pressure.

There was even a bit of mocking amusement in his tone.

Di Dao looked up, his gaze landing on that faint smirk at Lu Ding’s lips.

Suddenly, he understood.

This man in front of him—he was being humiliated.

He opened his mouth, about to spit out a curse—

CRACK!!

Before he could even speak—

Lu Ding stomped his foot straight into Di Dao’s chest.

The force was tremendous. The ground trembled.

BOOM!!!

The man underfoot died on the spot.

Think you’re gonna curse?

Lu Ding was never going to give him the chance.

He lifted his foot.

Off to the side, Yan Feifan quickly formed a hand seal.

Spiritual energy gathered in his hand, condensing into a mist that enveloped Lu Ding’s shoe.

Within a second,

The mist dispersed.

The blood and filth were gone—his shoe clean as new.

Purification Technique.

A cheap, low-tier spell.

Useless to most. But for Yan Feifan? Extremely handy.

Lu Ding nodded.

Glanced at the hand seal in Feifan’s hands.

Not bad—harmony of man and technique. He immediately memorized it.

As he raised his hand,

the Gentle Ghost Hand passed him the ink line tool and a bottle of pills.

He walked over to Carpenter Yang.

“Uncle Yang, thanks for the ink line last time. It really helped me out.”

He handed over the items.

That one “Uncle” had Carpenter Yang beaming!

By age,

It was completely normal for Lu Ding to call him uncle.

But among Qi Refiners, nobody cared about age—

It was all about ability.

Forget “uncle”—if it were someone else with skills like Lu Ding’s,

Even if they called Carpenter Yang “old fart,” he’d smile and nod.

The smile on Yang’s face didn’t fade. He waved his hands: “Come on now... I already told you it’s a gift, why are you still... sigh...”

“This is your family heirloom. It’s not right for me to keep it. And more importantly—

Someday, you can pass it down to the kid. Let her carry it on. You can’t just let it end here.”

Lu Ding lowered his head and met the girl’s gaze.

Those bright, watery eyes looked right back at him.

Long lashes fluttered.

She was small—but sharp.

She understood what those two guys said earlier.

They had looked down on her.

And now, she understood Lu Ding’s words too—he was acknowledging her.

Her lips pouted slightly, trying hard not to cry.

“I’ll definitely pass down Grandpa’s skills.”

Lu Ding smiled, spread his hands: “See?”

Carpenter Yang’s eyes glowed with warmth. He rose slowly, bloodstains faintly streaking his clothes.

With a wave of his hand: “Among brothers of the craft, we never act cheap or petty.”

At this point, if he kept refusing—it would be rude.

And Carpenter Yang wasn’t that kind of guy.

He reached out and took the items.

But he didn’t accept the pills.

Lu Ding pressed down on his hand, forcing the pills into his palm:

“Young folks like me spend more time in the hills than in books—know the worth of things but not the etiquette. If I’ve been crude or out of line, I ask for your understanding.”

Carpenter Yang was speechless for a moment.

“Sigh...”

This young man—his manners were impeccable.

He accepted the pills, then said: “Have you eaten yet?”

Craft brothers had their code—you showed me your courtesy, and I’ll show you mine.

No gold mountains or grand feasts,

But a meal? That had to happen.

Lu Ding understood.

In his past life, he’d seen shows on TV about these coded phrases and got curious—never thought he’d actually use them one day.

Carpenter Yang followed the etiquette without breaking form.

Lu Ding didn’t make a show of it either. Just answered in plain words: “I’m starving.”

“Perfect. Sit for a bit. Breakfast’s simple, hope you don’t mind.”

The little girl piped up right away: “I’ll go pick pea shoots!”

She dashed off past the two corpses, nimble and cute.

She was scared, sure.

But she didn’t cry or scream.

That impressed Lu Ding.

Kids in situations like this—it’s normal to cry. But she held it in.

Adorable and tough.

Soon, the old man and the girl came back, each holding a large bowl.

Lu Ding’s bowl—was brought over by the girl herself.

It wobbled in her tiny hands.

Yan Feifan saw it and smiled: “Lu, why does your bowl smell better than mine?”

Lu Ding held the bowl up: “Look who delivered it.”

He slurped up the noodles.

The aroma of the pea shoots burst in his mouth.

He couldn’t stop eating.

Chili oil noodles with pea shoots—a north-south fusion dish.

Carpenter Yang, chewing slowly, suddenly asked, “May I ask your name, sir?”

Last time, he only knew Lu Ding was a 749 investigator—not his name.

“No need for formality. Last name’s Lu.”

“Brother Lu, the Di family’s behavior has been suspicious lately. If you’ve got any plans for them, best act soon.”

This old man wasn’t green.

He was sharp. Quick thinker.

Lu Ding handled things with care. He was with 749. And he’d just taken two lives without blinking.

There was no way that was just for Carpenter Yang’s sake.

Yang wasn’t vain enough to think his face held that much weight.

So odds were—Lu Ding was targeting the Di family to begin with.

Those two just had the bad luck to run into him.

That was the only explanation that made sense.

Yan Feifan listened quietly.

He put down his chopsticks: “Young man’s name is Yan Feifan. Uncle Yang, if you don’t mind me asking—how exactly are they being suspicious?”

He hadn’t spoken before because that was between Lu and Carpenter Yang.

But now it was business.

In official matters—if you’ve got questions and can sniff out answers, don’t wait for a superior to ask.

Because that would be a loss of face.

But there’s a catch: if you’re not 100% sure, never do it.

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