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

Given how much his mother and eldest sister adored Dong Minglong.

Once Dong Minglong confronted Lu Ding.

His mother and eldest sister would definitely side with Dong Minglong.

At that point, it would mean the Xi Family facing off against White Ridge 749.

Completely unnecessary!

If something could be avoided, then it should be avoided.

This was the proper way to manage a family—seeking advantages and avoiding harm.

If his mother and sister returned after something happened to Dong Minglong, without having experienced it firsthand, he could use family interests to morally pressure them.

’Would Mother and Eldest Sister really lead the Xi Family to their doom?’’Isn’t the Luo Family’s example warning enough?’

No matter how angry these two might be, they would have to seriously consider it.

If gentle persuasion didn’t work, he could resort to force by sending a message to Eldest Sister’s sect, informing them that she intended to use her status as a sect disciple to confront 749 head-on.

Then sect pressure would bear down on Eldest Sister.

The sect wasn’t like home, where disobedience only earned you a scolding.

If you disobeyed the sect, the severe punishment would be having your cultivation abolished and being expelled, while lighter punishment would mean being forcibly taken back and confined.

By the time Eldest Sister got out, the opportunity would be long gone!

As for Mother...

If she lacked broader perspective, then he’d have Father suppress her. After all, Father’s stance was firm—he was wholly dedicated to the family.

It was practically perfect.

Speaking of this, Xi Feng again looked dotingly at Xi Yinan: ”Little Sister, did Dong Minglong mention to you whether he told Mother and Eldest Sister about his plans to come?”

Xi Yinan shook her head: ”No, he said he only told me.”

Xi Yinan paused.

After thinking for a moment, she said: ”Second Brother, maybe... we should help Xiao Long...”

”He can’t compete with Grand Duke Lu, what if something happens to him...”

Looking at his little sister’s pale face.

Xi Feng instantly felt anger surge within him.

Forcing down his anger, he said: ”Little Sister, let me ask you, what is Dong Minglong’s family name?”

”Surname... Dong.”

”What’s our surname?”

”Xi.”

”You see, the surnames are different. We’re just relatives, not immediate family. We can’t favor outsiders over our own.”

Xi Feng was clever—he softened his tone, conveyed his stance, and spoke step by step: ”You just said yourself that the Xi Family can’t compete with Grand Duke Lu.”

”If we interfere in matters that don’t concern us and Grand Duke Lu and 749 direct their anger at us...”

”Isn’t the Luo Family’s example and Zeng Hongnian’s death as a Fifth Restriction expert warning enough?”

”With Grand Duke Lu’s brutal temperament, how many people in our family do you think would survive?”

He was being quite reasonable.

Xi Yinan absorbed at least some of it.

She nodded silently... and stopped speaking...

Xi Feng, being somewhat mischievous, took the opportunity to pull Xi Yinan into a hug: ”Little Sister.”

”We’re the real family.”

”Living our own lives well is more important than anything. You wouldn’t want the Xi Family to be destroyed and everyone scattered, would you?”

As he spoke, Xi Feng scratched his philtrum.

It felt itchy, as if a beard was starting to grow.

”Second Brother... I understand...”

”Good little sister, this is a feud between Cousin Dong Minglong and Grand Duke Lu. A man should be like your Second Brother—able to take responsibility for his own actions. How could this be your fault?”

”Clearly, Cousin chose to come to New City himself. If he hadn’t come to New City, why would you be struggling with this?”

”So, it’s entirely his own fault.”

To be honest, this guy was like an old sow wearing a bra—layer upon layer of persuasion that left Xi Yinan completely bewildered.

She wasn’t stupid, but Second Brother’s words made more and more sense with each sentence.

She could only remain silent, suppressing the thoughts in her eyes.

As Lu Ding would say, New City was troubled waters, Dong Minglong was the Dragon King, and since the Dragon King hadn’t arrived yet, the plot hadn’t fully unfolded, so Xi Yinan wasn’t too heavily affected by the intelligence-reducing aura.

Meanwhile.

On the other side.

New City, White Ridge Station.

Lu Ding stood with arms crossed among the crowd, watching the indicator board showing the train’s imminent arrival.

This matter was finally approaching its conclusion.

Tracing the reasons, his conflict with Dong Minglong stemmed from Lu Ding killing the Hairy Dragon.

But shouldn’t the Hairy Dragon have been killed? During the feudal dynasty era, it stirred up trouble and harmed the region.

After the feudal dynasty ended, fearing purge, it fled to Wei Gao, helping Wei Gao suppress the national calamity and opposing Great Han. The outcome of Wei Gao’s confrontation with Great Han involved both life and death in their struggle.

Lu Ding believed he wasn’t wrong to kill the Hairy Dragon, and from an objective standpoint, he could understand Dong Minglong wanting to avenge the Hairy Dragon.

Since neither was wrong...

Then they would settle it through combat.

The one left standing would be right!

Didn’t Dong Minglong previously try to sneak into the Third Circle to find him?

No need to search!

Now, he had come!

Direct confrontation!!!

With a ding of notification.

The train arrived and stopped at the station.

Dong Minglong, wearing sunglasses, moved through the crowd. A golden dragon embroidery stood out prominently on his pure white jacket. His nearly 1.9-meter height and remarkably handsome appearance were quite eye-catching.

After all, he was the Dragon King.

This impressive appearance came standard.

But it was precisely because of this conspicuous attire and looks that allowed Lu Ding to instantly pinpoint his location in the crowd.

Immediately, Lu Ding cast a gaze that ignored everyone else!

At this moment, Dong Minglong was still fantasizing about the wonderful life awaiting him in New City.

His eyes scanned the surroundings.

”I’ve long heard New City is chaotic, wealthy, full of opportunities—this place seems tailor-made for me! When I rise to prominence here, I’ll definitely counterattack back home!!!”

Under normal circumstances, New City might indeed have been where Dong Minglong built his foundation.

Establishing something like a Dragon King Palace or Dragon King Command wasn’t impossible then.

He could recruit a few hot bureau flowers from the 749 Bureau, secretly encounter several beautiful women from powerful local families living alone in empty rooms, add some pure campus belles, and even the campus belle’s stunning widow mother whose husband died early.

Finally, it would be revealed that the campus belle wasn’t her biological daughter—she had just married when her husband died. People said she brought misfortune to husbands, but actually, she never even consummated the marriage with her husband.

Career-wise, he’d gather a few underworld followers.

Perfect!

Everything complete.

Basically, that whole routine.

Of course, that was under normal circumstances, but since Lu Ding had arrived, all those normal and cliché developments had to step aside.

Dong Minglong’s gaze swept around: ”Strange, where’s Cousin? Wasn’t she supposed to pick me up?”

According to his imagination, the moment he exited the station, Xi Yinan should have been dressed provocatively, rushing up to hug him, giving him a warm embrace with fragrant scent lingering around his arms.

Letting him immersively feel the softness against his chest.

But after looking around for a while, not only was Cousin nowhere to be seen, but there was also a man wearing scholar-warrior sleeves staring directly at him. This guy was even taller than him and handsome, which made Dong Minglong somewhat irritated!

But just as this irritation emerged.

He belatedly realized with a sudden shock!

Scholar-warrior sleeves!!!!!

These three words were enough to make his heart tremble.

Whether in the Third Circle or the Second Circle, few people wore scholar-warrior sleeves.

Not to mention, among them was the person he detested most, who was famous for wearing scholar-warrior sleeves.

Their eyes met.

Lu Ding slowly grinned.

Black smoke drifted faintly, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, while red light gradually ignited in his eyes, resembling the Sin Dragon revealing its gaze.

The atmosphere gradually turned dark.