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

As Song Wuji fell in death.

White Sun Palace no longer had any powerhouse to control the field.

Although among the remaining demons, some were foes that numerous investigators would find difficult to defeat.

But that didn’t matter.

Lu Ding would step in.

He swung the Dinghai Pearls, directly crippling them.

What remained was for the investigators, like ants gnawing at an elephant, to wear them down until they died.

Meanwhile, Lu Ding took a rest and checked out his newly acquired skill.

[Contained Monster: Song Wuji][Containment Reward: Lower Qi Fire]

[Lower Qi Fire: One of the True Samadhi Fires, originating from the dantian, the fire is dry and impure]

Lower Qi Fire......

When he fought Song Wuji and saw it frequently use fire-type spells, Lu Ding had already guessed that his reward this time would be fire-related.

But he never expected it to be Lower Qi Fire, something connected to True Samadhi Fire.

In Taoist teachings, True Samadhi Fire is divided into three levels: upper, middle, and lower. Upper is divine fire, originating from the heart; middle is essence fire, originating from the kidneys; lower is qi fire, originating from the bladder, qi sea, and dantian.

These three fires can also be called the sovereign, minister, and commoner fires!!!

When the three samadhi fires combine, they can burn the heavens and boil the seas.

Even someone as powerful as Brother Monkey couldn’t withstand it, getting roasted and chased by Red Boy. Maybe it was because he’d developed a shadow from being burned in the Old Lord’s furnace, or perhaps because Brother Monkey was born from immortal stone and his elemental metal nature made him vulnerable to fire.

But then again, he didn’t like going into water, which was strange.

Still, this was just from Journey to the West. The real Taoist True Samadhi Fire wasn’t something like Red Boy’s, which required little carts to unleash.

Now, Lu Ding had acquired Lower Qi Fire.

The first signs of True Samadhi Fire had appeared. Middle Essence Fire and Upper Divine Fire—he felt they wouldn’t be far off!

Even though he already had Purple Tenuity Heavenly Fire, its reputation wasn’t as grand as True Samadhi Fire’s. It wasn’t that True Samadhi Fire was more powerful than Purple Tenuity Heavenly Fire, but rather that its name was far more widely known.

Thinking about this.

Lu Ding’s attention fell on the words “Song Wuji.”

“I didn’t expect that you, Song Wuji, were the real Song Wuji.”

Lu Ding had initially assumed it was just a coincidence of names, after all, such names were quite common.

He hadn’t realized it was a race.

It was recorded in the ancient texts In Search of the Supernatural and Records of the Three Kingdoms.

One passage went like this:

“Your hexagram... should involve a lowly woman... giving birth to a boy... who ran upon birth... and entered the stove, dying... It is no other calamity, merely that this official residence is old and dilapidated, filled with demons and monsters... they have created this strange occurrence... The child ran at birth, not of his own will, but because the Song Wuji demon lured him into the stove...”

Basically, it said that long ago, there was an incredible fortune teller named Guan Lu, also known as Guan Gongming. Divination was his specialty, but heaven took something away when it gave something—he was ugly and loved drinking and cracking jokes, with no sense of proportion.

One day, a prefect from another region, troubled by strange happenings at home, traveled from afar to find Guan Gongming and ask for his help.

But to test whether this ugly drunkard truly had any skills, the prefect didn’t give any details.

‘Aren’t you supposed to be able to divine? Then do it like this. Let me see if you’re right.’

Guan Gongming, with a few drinks in him, got his dander up.

‘What dish are you eating that makes you dare question me?’

He immediately began to calculate.

He said:

‘It rains from heaven, the ground is slick; whatever your dad’s surname is, that’s yours.’

The attendant beside him gave a thumbs up: ‘Right, spot on, Master!’

The prefect waved his hand like shooing flies: ‘Get out of here, what kind of damn master is this? Are you messing with me?’

Guan Gongming raised his hand to calculate again: ‘Hold on. If I haven’t miscalculated, previously in your residence, there was a lowborn woman who gave birth to a boy. This child could run right after birth, quite miraculous. But then he crawled into the stove and burned to death. Am I right?’

The attendant glanced at the prefect.

Only when he saw the prefect’s face darken and he slowly nodded did the attendant speak, giving a thumbs up: ‘Right, spot on, Master!’

The prefect, as if finding a savior, stepped forward and grabbed Guan Gongming’s hand: ‘Master, you have to save me!’

Guan Gongming waved his hand: ‘No rush. It’s not a big problem. Your house is just too old, and all kinds of demons, monsters, and specters have taken shelter inside. As for the boy I mentioned, the reason he could run at birth and crawl into the stove was because the fire spirit Song Wuji used demonic sorcery to harm him.’

Hey! That’s where Song Wuji came from.

He even had a name and a story.

“I just wonder what kind of monsters hold the other two fires.”

Lu Ding muttered to himself. He thought about it but couldn’t figure it out.

There were simply too many fire-related monsters. In the ancient texts from his previous life, fire was the dominant category.

Even the cartoons he watched as a child mostly had fire-element protagonists.

He would just have to take it step by step.

Lu Ding hoped he could gather True Samadhi Fire as soon as possible, just to see what kind of power it truly had.

The battle below was still ongoing.

The commotion from this side made the demonic forces in the surrounding area tremble with fear.

Some demon scouts hiding in the distance witnessed the scene.

One by one, they turned and ran, their souls nearly fleeing their bodies, their shoes almost flying off as they raced back to report to their own forces.

At Overcast Mountain, one of the major forces, Zhutai.

“This is terrible, Sacred Lord! This is terrible! Calamity has struck! White Sun Palace has been wiped out by Lu Ding!!!!!”

In the grand hall.

A figure suddenly burst in and grabbed a lesser demon.

“What did you say!?”

The speaker was none other than the Sacred Lord of this so-called Zhutai Sacred Land, Gao He. He was a God Ascension great demon, roughly equal in cultivation to Song Wuji.

The lesser demon struggled to speak: “Reporting... reporting to you, sir, White Sun Palace has been annihilated by Lu Ding. Song... Song Wuji died... died at Lu Ding’s hands.”

Gao He’s heart clenched in panic. His grip tightened without control, and with a bang, he crushed the lesser demon to death, blood mist exploding in his hand!

Gao He staggered back two steps.

His expression was one of grief.

“Heaven wants to destroy my Zhutai Sacred Land.........”

His abilities were roughly on par with Song Wuji’s. Now that Song Wuji had been killed by Lu Ding, if Lu Ding came for him, what could he possibly use to fight back?

Earlier, his thinking had been similar to that of Song Wuji’s demon commander—no matter how powerful Lu Ding was, he was still only at God Ascension, Ninth Restriction.

But now, a living example stood before him.

The difference in realms was already a useless formality. Even if Lu Ding had used tricks, ambushes, or siege tactics, that was still his ability.

If Song Wuji had fallen for it, how could he, Gao He, possibly escape?

“Mr. Su, you’ve ruined me!! You’ve truly ruined me!!!!!”

Gao He roared.

If it hadn’t been for Su Yun’s involvement, he would never have participated in the matter of the demon half-bloods at Black Phoenix Gathering.

Now Lu Ding had come to use this as an excuse to cleanse them.

Su Yun had escaped.

But what about them? Their roots were here. Their people were here. They simply couldn’t flee.