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

Anyway, New City is so big, southeast, southwest, northwest, at worst go to the north.

Having made up her mind, Xuan Yuan Ci immediately picked up the fallen weapon and launched straight into the clouds.

At the same time.

New City, southern district, outside Jinhua Tian Temple 749.

Ying Gou and Lu Ding walked up and stood at the gate.

Inside the gate.

Kong Wenshu and his people had been waiting for a long time.

The two sides met across the gate.

Ying Gou’s pupils slowly narrowed, sharp as a needlepoint, his aura surging with a pungent, bloody edge.In his voice was a repressed, maddening provocation, “What’s the matter? Kong Wenshu, you don’t even dare let me in?”

Kong Wenshu’s tone was calm, “You can enter, but first tell me what you’re here for.”

“For what?”

Ying Gou repeated as he slowly stepped forward, both hands gripping the gate bars, his gaze taking in the extravagant 749 bureau of Jinhua Tian Temple.

“Of course to cause trouble, take territory. Open, fair, just. I’m uncomfortable staying in the west, Lu Ding is too much of a tough customer, so I have to come pinch your soft spot.”

After saying that, he glanced at Lu Ding.

Between the lines, he was poking at Kong Wenshu.

Kong Wenshu followed his gaze to the person beside him dressed in scholar-warrior sleeves, who remained silent.

He asked, “And you, Lu Ding, what are you here for?”

Lu Ding disliked hiding things. This wasn’t an ambush; it was permitted competition. As long as nobody died, it was fine.

So he said plainly, “To help, to make sure this place, Jinhua Tian Temple, safely falls into his hands.”

“You’re gang-up bullying!!!”

Kong Wenshu’s assistant investigator spoke up, a little agitated.

Ying Gou jumped in, pointing a finger, “Hey! Right!! Gang-up bullying!!”

“Kong Wenshu, don’t forget, when you had numbers it was all your close friends, three or five in groups, pretending sophistication. What? They’re not here? You’re alone?”

“When I walked by earlier, I already gave you the chance to call people. Did you call them?”

Kong Wenshu looked Ying Gou in the eye, “I did.”

Ying Gou cocked his head, “Come on, tell me, who did you call?”

“Xuan Yuan Ci.”

Ying Gou’s expression exaggerated into sudden understanding, “So it’s her.........”

At that moment a voice rang from the sky, “So what if it’s me!!?”

Those present looked up, and in the wide sky they saw Xuan Yuan Ci, already recovered from her wounds, arriving with people.

Her subordinate investigators strode out with arrogant expressions.

But when those investigators saw the investigators standing with Lu Ding who had come from Hanjing,

most of their faces changed.

Nothing special, it was like a routine arranged fight—everyone knew each other.

But familiarity aside, there were no old ties between them.

Although Great Han’s overall atmosphere was harmonious and avoided internal strife, Hanjing investigators silently looked down on investigators from other places as provincial.

Jiangcheng looked down on Wangcheng as defeated soldiers.

Wangcheng looked down on others as ignorant commoners.

Of course it wasn’t a blunt “I’m from Hanjing so I’m noble and you must serve me.”

Rather, investigators from those places quietly elevated themselves in their own minds.

Combined with their belonging to the Great Han state,

it turned into: when danger or urgent tasks appear, Hanjing goes first—because I’m a Hanjing investigator, duty-bound. If there’s no Hanjing, then Jiangcheng goes first—battle-hardened, duty-bound. If not Jiangcheng, Wangcheng goes first—those of noble blood are destined to protect the commoners.

Xuan Yuan Ci came from Jiangcheng, and her subordinate investigators were all from districts of Jiangcheng.

They were elite, but compared to Hanjing they were a step below.

Suddenly, those investigators weren’t so impressive.

By contrast, the investigators who had come from Hanjing with Lu Ding didn’t even glance at Xuan Yuan Ci’s people.

Their inner thought: So what? How great are they? I came from Hanjing following the Grand Guardian.

Ying Gou looked up into the sky, “It’s not that. It’s just your name doesn’t match reality. If it were your brother, your sister, your younger sibling, I might give them some respect.”

“But you... the weakest Xuan Yuan of this era, puffing yourself up, daring to occupy eastern territory, settle in Flourish? What? Instead of properly gaining some experience, you came here to take a beating?”

Ying Gou’s mouth was poisonous, like a demon. He hit Xuan Yuan Ci’s sore spot immediately.

Xuan Yuan Ci was already fired up from being hit by Xiang Yu, and Ying Gou’s words lit that fire.

She directly took up her whip and dove down.

“I hope your fists are harder than your mouth!!!!”

Just as the long artifact whip in her hand was about to smash down like a cover,

Lu Ding, standing with his arms folded nearby, swung out one palm.

Human King’s Loose Hands.

He started with one of his signature moves.

Spiritual Energy as blood, divine technique as bone, black smoke filling the flesh.

Gathering on his palm, veins visible, with the force of seizing the heavens, he suddenly struck. The space shattered inch by inch.

Xuan Yuan Ci took the brutal blow, struck by this heaven-pushing palm, and was blasted away. She smashed through the outer wall of the 749 building at Jinhua Tian Temple and fell deep into the rubble.

“If you’re going to help you must accept what helping means. The two sides haven’t started fighting yet. If the helper likes to steal the show, then let me show you reality.”

Lu Ding didn’t like dilly-dallying.

He still had things to do later.

He might as well knock some sense into her with one palm and let her understand what numeric crushing means.

Lu Ding was already invincible at his level, and now he used a divine technique.

That was why he held back a bit.

Otherwise, Xuan Yuan Ci would have died right then.

In the rubble, Xuan Yuan Ci coughed up a mouthful of reverse blood, clutching her chest, her eyes full of horror.

“You... how could you be this strong? What move did you use?”

Lu Ding listened to her bewildered question and replied, “What? Before coming, you already assessed my strength and thought I shouldn’t be this strong?”

Xuan Yuan Ci staggered to her feet, brow knitted.

Her plan had collapsed in an instant.

A strength that could kill her in one strike was more exaggerated than Xiang Yu’s performance.

She, who dared not provoke even Xiang Yu, had actually planned to seize Lu Ding’s territory.

Thinking that, Xuan Yuan Ci couldn’t help but laugh, though it was self-mockery.

“Fame does not match meeting. No wonder Grand Duke Lu can singlehandedly monopolize the west. Xuan Yuan Ci is enlightened. But today is about my friend Kong Wenshu’s matter. Forgive this defeated general, I cannot back down. Grand Duke Lu, I offend you. Try me again!!!!”

She cracked her whip, divine might swelling.

Although she couldn’t defeat Lu Ding, she could not yield this matter a bit. If she retreated in fright, the Xuan surname she bore would be in vain.

So even badly injured she would fight on!

She would concede in defeat but not in spirit!

Seeing her get riled up,

Lu Ding tightened his scholar-warrior sleeve, “The first time I held back was because we’re colleagues, showing some face. You didn’t quit when it was wise, you disrespected me.”

“Knowing you couldn’t win, you still came. You’re provoking me.”

At that, Lu Ding pointed to the green trash can beside Jinhua Tian Temple 749’s guard post, “Feifan, go pry off that trash can lid Zhou Kai.”

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One day off per month. Today I took a half-day off, brought the elder out for a stroll. She doesn’t come by here often, sorry my darlings, continuing tomorrow.