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

Over here, Yan Feifan and Elder Deng were negotiating matters related to entering the Second Circle.

On the other side.

Bai Hemen was also on his way to collect the scholar-warrior sleeves.

Of course, it was because Feifan had reminded him.

Although he didn’t know whether Lu Ding needed another one, considering Lu Ding had only brought a single scholar-warrior sleeve when he went up.

What if it got smashed?

Although he still didn’t know whether Lu Ding would make a new one on the spot.

What if he didn’t?

Every what-if had to be treated like a ten-thousand what-if.That was Yan Feifan’s attitude toward assisting Lu Ding!

Whether he could cover every single detail was questionable, but he would spare no effort to make things absolutely perfect.

The report had been submitted.

Because of what happened last time, the review department showed no laxity at all toward the ascension report submitted by Yunhai for the Third Circle.

But the same rule applied.

Everything had to go through procedure.

They were earnest, but they also wouldn’t release people casually.

Especially after seeing Yan Feifan’s cultivation was only just Heavenly Perception, and that he simply filled in a reason—escorting the monsters needed for Lu Ding.

The review department hesitated.

At present, Lu Ding was undeniably a favorite of the Great Han, and nobody could deny his accomplishments!

Diplomacy, establishing the new city, now stirring a great fuss in the new city—his reputation was booming.

If something really went wrong, they couldn’t bear the responsibility.

But they couldn’t get in touch with Lu Ding to confirm.

They could only forward the report up the chain, and because Xue Kai had come along with Lu Ding to cause a scene last time,

this report naturally landed on Xue Kai’s desk.

When someone is easy to deal with, things go smoothly.

Xue Kai glanced over it. As long as Yan Feifan’s cultivation reached Heavenly Perception, this was a minor matter brushing the edge.

No other interpretation.

Stamp it straight away!!

[Approved]

At the same time.

Lu Ding, still inside the Mad God’s Tomb, didn’t yet know that Yan Feifan and the others were preparing to come up.

Right now he had only just opened the Mad God’s Tomb gate.

Under the mask his face was iron-blue, extremely unpleasant to look at.

It shouldn’t have taken so long.

Damn it, that clueless Shi Yuanshan—bald head, unreliable at tasks—his daughter’s death hit him so hard he’d gotten a bit of senility, stubbornly testing god knows how many secret methods at the gate with a crown and jewels.

Lu Ding was furious watching it.

Didn’t he know his time was the most precious?

He wanted to snatch forward and kick the damned gate to pieces.

Of course, violent breaking could have unknown consequences.

But luckily Shi Yuanshan finally opened it.

Just as Lu Ding was about to explode.

Staring at the dark, yawning tomb entrance.

Lu Ding said in an unfriendly tone, “That’s it?”

Shi Yuanshan was slightly embarrassed. “It’s open, it’s open.”

Lu Ding’s voice continued, “Are there any other messy seals or restrictions further in?”

Shi Yuanshan hurriedly said, “No, no more. You just go straight down, follow the crown’s guidance, pass through the treasure’s ear chamber, and you’ll reach the main burial chamber where you’ll see the Mad God.”

“Put the crown on the Mad God’s head and it will awaken. I will then use a secret method to verify my identity, and if it does not resist I can control it.”

Lu Ding turned to look at him this time. “What if you don’t have the secret method, you only bring the crown?”

Shi Yuanshan’s expression grew serious. “Very dangerous. The Mad God will go berserk and attack indiscriminately. It has little rationality left; the remaining rationality can only recognize sect members who use the secret method and allow them limited free thought to ensure the body does not fall into...”

“Then it won’t be your business anymore. You f***ing old bastard who wasted so much of my time, go die for me!!”

Lu Ding slammed a palm out, suddenly erupting, his strike landing squarely on Shi Yuanshan’s chest.

Boom!!!

As Shi Yuanshan was flung backwards, Lu Ding snatched the crown from his hand.

What control or not—Lu Ding didn’t care. His sole interest was to wake the Mad God, kill the Mad God, and seize the treasures in this cave!

If Shi Yuanshan’s continued existence only meant whether it could be controlled or not,

then his life had no further meaning.

He couldn’t be bothered with talk.

Lu Ding now, immediately, wanted to try out his newly acquired Human King’s Loose Hands.

Both hands spread, the Slash Attack of the Way of the Jinche erupted.

His apertures flared open, black smoke gurgled out, clearing the trash in the area.

Dozens to hundreds of Yellow Heaven Sect members were sliced into pieces by this indiscriminate assault, bodies hacked into chunks of flesh.

Such a sudden close-range burst, combined with the Way of the Jinche’s property of cutting all things,

if anyone still survived, then they really deserved a thumbs-up.

Shi Yuanshan was blown back and welded into the cliff, coughing up fresh blood.

He stared ahead in disbelief. “Brother, what the hell are you...”

As he spoke,

he saw that comrade-in-arms figure remove the mask from his face.

Revealing a visage he had dreamed of day and night, craving to devour raw.

Shi Yuanshan’s aura erupted. “Lu Ding!!!!!!!!!!”

Bang bang bang bang bang...

The cliff collapsed with thunder, the unleashed momentum exploded everywhere.

Lu Ding strode into that pressure, his flapping sleeves sounding like a war drum before an assault.

“You think that with these rotten minnows and you—a useless old man who lost your daughter and can’t even take revenge yourself, who calls for other forces’ help—you can deal with me!?”

“You who stayed outside waiting to support can’t run; you can’t run either!”

Lu Ding raised a hand. “It was this hand’s slash that killed your daughter. Today I will use it to send you to reunite with her. Be grateful, old man.”

Lu Ding, who never turned off Fear-Killing Asura, displayed that verbal force and oppressive presence.

Shi Yuanshan couldn’t stand the provocation.

He directly shattered the mountain and charged: “I want your blood debt repaid!!!”

The divinity of Spirit Refinement burst forth without reservation.

A three-headed, six-armed, blue-faced Asura formed on Shi Yuanshan, its chest exploding, poisonous steam steaming the heavens and earth, releasing millions of luminous poisonous streams that made no distinction between friend and foe.

“Kill!!!!!”

Shi Yuanshan roared.

A roaring wave of sound swept like rot-wasting gale, smashing the mountains, the millions of light strands dissolving everything, corroding all.

Lu Ding struck forward with a flat palm, his tone regretful: “You disappoint me.”

In his hand the sun-and-moon revolved, the world contained within it.

Rivers and lakes, rolling mountains, ranges after ranges, winding and folding, reflected Lu Ding’s inner landscape.

Where Buddha had a palm-world to suppress all, the Human King had ten thousand miles of realm to obscure the heavens with one hand.

The images shifted.

Between the rolling star rivers, a colossal figure raised a hand and grasped that swirling nebula, pinched!

Explosion!!!!

Boom!!!!!

Previously the wonder-relic had merely trembled under Shi Yuanshan’s attack, but now it was teetering, falling apart.

Everywhere there were thousand wounds, exposing black hollows that sucked in the chaotic gale of fractured space.

Only because Lu Ding held back did he not want the treasure and the as-yet-unawakened Mad God to be buried with Shi Yuanshan.

Otherwise,

dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

The potency of Human King’s Loose Hands needed no elaboration.

Even with this most basic application, it yielded terrifying might.

Such divine ability was that fearsome.

Of course, it consumed tremendously.

But it was worth it.

Another trump card gained.

The Twelve Zodiac Sheep Method Refine Essence into Energy activated immediately; Lu Ding’s heart, like a rotary engine, pumped blood through his body while

it eagerly drew in the earth-qi of this wonder-relic, filling the spiritual energy deficit inside him.

Centered on Lu Ding, this mountain, this ground, this sky quickly lost their original colors from afar, leaving gray and white in place. All vital earth-qi, all life force, returned to Lu Ding alone.

It looked exactly like the path of a great demon or great fiend—grass and trees withered, the sky and earth dried.

Zhan Tingzhou had never seen such a scene.

This was more demonic than demonic cultivation.

Coupled with Lu Ding’s slight upward chin in a look of enjoyment, and black smoke billowing from his body.

Tsk...

There was nothing to say.

This was also Lu Ding’s first time fully opening Refine Essence into Energy; he dared not use full power casually—how many people would he suck dry if he did?

Even the previously shattered chunks of flesh now resembled strips of jerky scattered on the ground.

Playing with the crown in his hand, Lu Ding said, “Let’s go, see the Mad God’s treasure, and along the way find out just how mad it really is!?”

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Extra chapter posted as a bonus for the Gift King sent earlier to Asking the Undying. Thanks to the patron.