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

With a calm and collected demeanor, like an enlightened monk, he spoke smoothly without hurry: “Cultivator Lu, you have impressive skills. Such combat power is rarely seen, neither in the past nor the future.”

“Unfortunately, your realm is insufficient.”

“If you could reach Earth Observation, I might not have been able to hold my ground today.”

Lu Ding looked at him.

His eyes instantly revealed a strange pattern resembling gears beneath the eyelids.

The [Direct Gaze Eye] had no practical function at all.

It only brought ruin, destruction, corruption, and other harmful effects.

But skills are fixed; people are alive.

Killing a healthy Heavenly Perception cultivator and killing a severely injured, dying one required completely different amounts of power. Once [Direct Gaze Eye] was activated, the target for attack was designated.

Lu Ding immediately understood everything.

“Trying to bluff me?”

He stepped lightly on air and slowly advanced.

The old monk forced himself to remain calm and continued: “Cultivator Lu, I have already taken your blade. Can you now fulfill what you said earlier?”

Lu Ding reached out and released his blade.

The Coffin Girl raised her hand to catch it.

He was testing the power of the unique spell he created.

Not bad!

It could still be charged further.

He walked to the old monk’s front.

Glancing at the Meditation Seal the old monk was firmly holding between his fingers.

A slow smile appeared on Lu Ding’s face: “Loosen that Meditation Seal of yours so I can have a look.”

At these words,

the old monk’s heart skipped a beat!!!!

If he loosened it, wouldn’t he shatter?

Yes, that was exactly it!

He was already severely wounded, a broken crossbow string at the end of its tension.

Although he seemed imposing, he was hollow inside.

He had taken that blade just now, but not fully absorbed it.

He was still standing only because he was holding that Meditation Seal.

The ultimate stability held his current state and injuries frozen in place.

If he loosened the seal, he would be split in two and instantly die on the spot.

If he could bluff Lu Ding into retreating,

then maybe he could still find a way to recover afterward.

And as long as he, a Heavenly Perception cultivator of Moon Toad Temple, was alive, no matter how injured,

the temple’s status would not drop too far.

But now, everything was seen through by Lu Ding.

“Cultivator Lu, this poor monk is already injured. Loosening the seal might worsen my condition. I hope you will show mercy where mercy is due.”

“The things we took from Moon Toad Temple earlier, we can repay double. The Most Violent Victory, we will also...”

Smack!!!

A slap cut off the remaining words of Monk Jueming: “What are you pretending for!?”

“Don’t dare? Then shut up.”

“If you like to see people treated according to their worth, then consider if your teeth are strong enough.”

“Since I’m here today, I’m not here to negotiate with you. If you don’t die, how will the work of Lingshun 749 continue?”

“If everyone learned from Moon Toad Temple, how would the entire 749’s work proceed?”

As he spoke,

Lu Ding reached out to press the Meditation Seal the old monk was firmly holding.

At that moment!

He panicked!

Having lived so long, he had long since let go of life and death.

Death was acceptable!

But not now!

If he died now, Moon Toad Temple would be finished.

The old monk desperately stabilized the seal with his fingers, speaking hurriedly: “Lord Tai Sui Lu!!! Didn’t you say you would stop once I took your blade?!”

Now he was calling him Lord Tai Sui?

Lu Ding’s smile grew even wider: “I said take my blade to see if you’re qualified. I never said that if you caught it, I would definitely stop.”

“Now I say, you’re not qualified to make me stop. If you disagree, prove it with actions.”

“Can you? You couldn’t just now either.”

Snap!!!

The old monk’s hand holding the Meditation Seal was forcibly broken by Lu Ding.

As balance was destroyed,

a red vein quickly spread across the old monk’s forehead.

Death approached immediately.

His body split in two.

“Please... Cultivator, spare my temple... monks.”

“What did you say?”

His eyes were full of unwillingness, but he had no strength left to say a second sentence.

He truly never expected to be toyed with like a child at the moment of death.

Seeing their Heavenly Perception die,

a monk shouted in grief: “Master!!!!”

Without caring if he could win or not, he shouted: “I will kill you!!!”

Leaping forward,

his戒刀 (monk’s ring blade) raised high, intending to cut Lu Ding in half.

But before the blade fell,

Lu Ding turned his head and glanced back.

His gaze swept over.

A twisted, corrupting power followed his eyes, engulfing the monk holding the Jie Dao.

Boom!!!

The monk exploded midair.

Blood and shattered limbs splattered everywhere.

As black energy surged around him,

the Sin Dragon’s shadow coiled, body swirling as if it were a chair.

Lu Ding slowly sat down.

The Sin Dragon, its eyes wild and chaotic, rested its head on his shoulder.

He leaned back,

placing his arm on the tail of the Sin Dragon, which supported it like an armrest.

He watched the fighting without any reaction.

Young soldiers craved glory; their scars were badges of honor.

This was why Lu Ding hadn’t finished killing everyone.

He couldn’t just treat this like a picnic.

But,

injury was acceptable; losing life was not.

Just as a Lingshun 749 investigator was about to be struck on the head, shattering his skull,

a dark red wave of light blasted over.

The monk raising the staff was completely crushed.

The surviving investigator turned around.

He saw Lu Ding sitting calmly on the steps, casually rolling his plump, well-defined fingers as a wisp of blue smoke rose.

His fierce aura was plainly visible.

“Speed up the cleanup. The rest of you, stop standing around here. Move inside, count the items. Even an inch of valuable soil must be dug up and brought back!”

“Resisters, kill!”

“Non-cooperators, kill!”

“Those who refuse to surrender, kill!”

“Yes!!!”

All investigators responded in unison.

They each leapt past Lu Ding, heading deeper into Moon Toad Temple.

Such a scene was eerie,

yet strangely harmonious.

Lu Ding sat on the dragon throne,

tilting his head, looking at the barely alive, immobile Monk Zhikong: “Your Moon Toad Temple’s Three Great Powers.”

“Golden Bell Jueming has now been shattered by me.”

“Stone-Smasher Zhikong has now been knocked down by me.”

“And there’s Shenxing Zhide, known for speed. How come it took so long to bring reinforcements? Still hasn’t come back yet.”

“I was just about to challenge him on speed, but looks like that’s not happening.”

Indeed.

Lu Ding wasn’t just sitting here to look cool.

Counting and transporting items required time.

So, he had to sit here.

To see which temple dared send reinforcements to Moon Toad Temple today.

Zhikong lay there, looking at his senior uncle and disciples cruelly killed before his eyes.

Two trails of blood tears slowly streamed down his face.

His severely wounded body could only weakly say, “Don’t... don’t kill... it was wrong... it was... our Moon Toad Temple’s fault...”

“Wrong?”

Lu Ding muttered.

Shaking his head: “No, you should be scared now, but it’s too late.”

“Besides, whether you’re innocent or not, surrender first. What kind of innocence is resistance?”

“For example, look at him.”

As Lu Ding spoke, he pointed to a young monk wielding a meditation staff not far away, fighting fiercely against a group of investigators.

“I said those who don’t surrender get killed, and those who resist get killed. He’s like he can’t hear me. What use is someone like this?”

He flicked his finger, sending a Slash Attack flying.

The staff and the monk were instantly dismembered and shattered.