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

Scholar-warrior sleeves?

Lu Ding himself hadn’t even thought about it. His previous scholar-warrior sleeves were ruined in Huokang Village.

Now Xiao Bai had made him another pair.

Alright!

Lu Ding took note of that!

Next time there’s something suitable for him, save it for him.

If Bai Hemen’s cultivation hadn’t already reached several layers of the Divine Palace realm,

then something like the Corpse-Oil Ancient Tree should have been given to him.

But since his cultivation had already entered the Divine Palace,

the Corpse-Oil Ancient Tree’s rank was a bit low. Like chicken ribs.

Tasteless to eat, regrettable to discard.

Next time, find something better for him.

Lu Ding sent back a message.

[Hotpot might have to be delayed for now, we’ll talk about it later]

[Yan Feifan: Okay, Brother Lu, I’m almost there. I’ll store the materials in a storage warehouse first, and next time we’ll eat together]

[Brother Lu, do you need me to go with you this time?]

Normally, Yan Feifan was supposed to go with Lu Ding.

But he had just received so many contribution points that he needed to convert them into strength as soon as possible.

Besides, this time’s target was the Moon Toad Temple.

According to Deputy Director Ji, Moon Toad Temple was allied with other temples.

If Lu Ding made a move, someone was bound to die.

That would stir up hatred.

Not all Buddhists on that side would be wiped out; among the survivors, no one knew who might harbor resentment

targeting Lu Ding.

He wasn’t afraid.

But if Yan Feifan went along and stirred up trouble, it would be bad.

His cultivation wasn’t enough; his strength wasn’t strong.

To be safe:

[This time, you focus on training well. When I return, I might need you to come with me to the border.]

When Lu Ding went to work, he would definitely bring Feifan.

He needed battlefield records; Feifan would be useful.

Besides, when it came to sharing benefits, of course friends were considered.

[Yan Feifan: Okay, Brother Lu, I’ll wait for your notice.]

Yan Feifan knew very well that Lu Ding took good care of him.

But even with the Stove King’s tablet, he couldn’t keep up with Lu Ding’s cultivation speed.

He could only train desperately.

Not wasting a single moment!

But if this time was spent on tasks Lu Ding assigned, it wouldn’t be a waste.

Because Brother Lu would make up for him in every possible way.

Like the thousand contribution points he got this time.

Of course, friends didn’t count these things too carefully.

After Yan Feifan replied,

Lu Ding sent a message to Wutian.

He thought Wutian had gone out for fun, but the reply came instantly.

[Wutian: I’m here.]

[Lu Ding: You’re not out having fun?]

[Wutian: No, it’s no fun outside. If this little monk goes out, people only stare at his bald head.]

[Better to lie on the bed sideways, cross my legs, and play with my phone. The temple doesn’t allow such things, saying it looks bad and affects the image.]

The little monk sure knew how to enjoy himself.

[Lu Ding: Little monk, I’ll say this upfront, what I say next depends entirely on your personal will. Agree if you can, refuse if you find it troublesome.]

Lu Ding sent the message.

After once again asking Deputy Director Ji of Lingshun for permission and getting approval,

he told Wutian about the Moon Toad Temple and the Most Violent Victory situation.

Mainly about the Most Violent Victory.

Lingshun 749 hoped he could use the white curl to help track it.

Wutian thought for a moment.

[Most Violent Victory is okay, but as for Moon Toad Temple, little monk might not be of much help. They, like Lionheart Temple, are Buddhist temples.]

[Lionheart Temple is already marginalized among temples. If little monk helps again, little monk personally wouldn’t mind, and the masters in the temple wouldn’t care about others’ opinions.]

[But in the temple, there aren’t just little monk and the masters. There are also senior and junior disciples with low cultivation and monks who are not Qi Refiners. Little monk has to consider their future situation... Sorry, Benefactor Lu.]

Seeing this,

Lu Ding thought, this was good.

Wutian was also a normal person.

That was right.

If you enjoy a certain place and a certain treatment, you have to consider that place.

Not put individualism first and make a series of decisions without considering consequences.

You live freely, but what about others in your own camp?

Innocent ones suffer undeserved disasters. People like that, Lu Ding would keep far away from, so that when heaven’s thunder strikes the ungrateful, it won’t hit himself.

[No need to apologize. If you are willing to help track the Most Violent Victory, I represent Lingshun 749 in thanking you. As for the reward, Deputy Director Ji of Lingshun 749 will personally discuss it with you.]

[Come over now. We are at...]

Not long after,

before Wutian arrived, Yan Feifan came first.

He was carrying a package,

shouting, “Brother Lu!!”

Lu Ding went up to take the package containing the scholar-warrior sleeves and handed over a wooden box containing Ten Thousand Year White radish skins.

“Good stuff isn’t cheap. Eat it quickly; it will be very useful to you.”

“Hehe, thanks Brother Lu, I won’t be polite then.”

Holding it close, Yan Feifan continued, “Brother Lu, are you leaving now?”

“Yes, once Wutian arrives, we’ll go.”

“Why don’t you change into the scholar-warrior sleeves first? The more handsome, the better.”

This comment happened to suit Lu Ding’s intention; he was thinking the same.

A swirl of black smoke appeared.

It wrapped around Lu Ding’s body.

A few minutes passed.

The black smoke rolled.

It looked like a human figure emerged, or like a deity descended to the mortal world.

Scanning him over,

the person before them

stood on lotus-colored cloud-walking shoes,

wearing scholar-warrior sleeves with dragon patterns embroidered along the edges.

The wide sleeves were red robes with black clouds hiding the hems,

while the narrow sleeves were black with the Sin Dragon’s claws extending out.

The dragon was the Sin Dragon—looking at the dragon’s head, scales, claws, and tail, lifelike in every detail.

The man was called the Tai Sui—looking at his thin lips, bright eyes, prominent nose, sword-shaped eyebrows, and face like a crown jade.

The clothing added killing intent,

a cold and proud wind brushed his face.

This kind of aura, feeling, gaze, and atmosphere

made Deputy Director Ji understand that the Lu Ding before him seemed truly not someone that poor Lingshun 749 could have raised.

Born with wildness, this was confidence in his own strength.

Later cultivated aloofness, fostered by an environment with no rivals.

Sounds harsh but it was not a derogatory term, but praise, because Deputy Director Ji’s limited cultural level could only come up with these two words.

Yan Feifan raised his hand and clapped, “Brother Lu, they say Buddha relies on golden robes, and people rely on clothes.”

“But today I realized, Tai Sui is what you are, clothes are what you wear. It’s not that no one knows Tai Sui is fierce, nor that no one has seen scholar-warrior style.”

“I remember you said before that fine horses are common, but good scouts are rare.”

“Now I think scholar-warrior sleeves are common, but people who are both scholars and warriors are rare. Handsome leans sporty, good-looking leans business. Not specific, not stylish enough. If I had to say one word: elegant, very elegant.”

“Elegance never goes out of style.”

Lu Ding was already mentally prepared.

Yan Feifan could always flatter him brilliantly.

But Deputy Director Ji hadn’t.

He glanced at Yan Feifan in surprise.

Damn!!!

How was everyone at Yunhai 749 so talented?

Even this low-level investigator spoke so nicely.

His name was Yan Feifan? Seems like Lu Ding’s deputy investigator.

Lu Ding couldn’t compete; maybe he should try winning over Yan Feifan instead?