First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 139: Heart-Pumping Flesh Fiend Technique—This Is Blood and Flesh Tech

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【Seven-Soul Heart-Pumping Technique, in position】

【Drums of Heart-Shaking Thunder Technique, in position】

The words appeared and slowly faded, replaced by a new term.

【Technique: Heart-Pumping Flesh Fiend Technique】

【Heart-Pumping Flesh Fiend Technique: The heart acts as a pump, refining Flesh Fiend Qi along with Spiritual Energy, flowing through the meridians, carrying blood, pumping the entire body, opening acupoints, jetting killing intent—making the body the weapon】

Accompanied by the technique breakdown and effects in his mind.

To put it simply, from now on, Lu Ding’s heart was his internal combustion engine.

Fueled by Flesh Fiend Qi and Spiritual Energy.

While enhancing his body, one punch could send the enemy flying—

and if it hit an acupoint, the burst of Flesh Fiend Qi and Spiritual Energy would blast them away.

If they were lucky and their body was strong, they’d survive.

If not, they’d get smashed to bits.

Plus, the Flesh Fiend aura was savage.

Damaging meridians and polluting Spiritual Energy was just the basic effect—even if you withstood the hit, you wouldn’t be in good shape after.

With a dull ‘thump’—

his heart pulsed, dissolving Flesh Fiend Qi through his whole body. Lu Ding felt his physique instantly grow stronger.

Of course, this technique didn’t allow for infinite growth.

But its upper limit was way beyond what most Cultivators of Qi could ever reach.

Activating the Flesh Fiend and Spiritual Energy inside him,

Lu Ding raised his arm, elbow joint’s acupoint opened—

a muffled ‘vmmm～’ of compressed air quietly burst out.

That blood-boiling soundwave carried terrifying power building in his arm.

Lu Ding estimated conservatively—this punch could hit close to a hundred tons of force.

And that was with just a partial release.

If he fully activated the spinal dragon acupoint chain, all 365 acupoints from head to toe—

screw charging up or not, he could tear a Si Ming-level Cultivator like Kou Huaishan limb from limb.

And still stay unscathed.

Paired with his Living Shedding, Living Corpse Technique,

he was practically an indestructible perpetual motion machine.

Right now, Lu Ding was already imagining the look on Song Chunfeng’s face the next time they met at the advanced training ground.

By then, if he dared to act up—heh—Lu Ding could solo him.

From start to finish, total domination.

Only one small problem.

“This... probably doesn’t count as a spell anymore, right?”

Looking at the acupoint on his elbow, steadily gushing a black mist of Flesh Fiend Qi and Spiritual Energy,

Lu Ding continued, “No matter how I look at it, this feels like blood-and-flesh tech.”

A heart for the engine, acupoints for the exhaust boosters.

This was blood-and-flesh tech!

Descending from the sky,

Li Kai and Bai Hemen walked over to ask about the situation.

.,....

Meanwhile.

Elsewhere in Jinshan—

a private hospital.

Lan Ya lay on the hospital bed, cheek swollen high. Though the injury wasn’t fatal, Lu Ding’s slap had definitely left a lasting impression.

Lan Mingli looked at his aunt in this state,

and couldn’t hold back his rising anger.

“Auntie, you never should’ve come here! Where’s Kou Jingshen? You took a hit for him and he doesn’t even come see you?!”

Lan Ya sighed, “The Kou Family’s situation is unclear right now. I heard a bunch of 749 people went to the ancestral graves today.”

“Looks like 749’s making a move on the Kou Family.”

“They’re probably all being detained now, so they can’t come see me.”

Her tone was calm, accepting.

She had never taken a real hit from society before—

but now that she had, she actually felt like maybe Jinshan wasn’t all that great.

Kou Jingshen—maybe he wasn’t all that necessary after all.

She’d brought hundreds of billions to Jinshan for him,

and all he did was go fishing every day.

And then fell for some fishing chick.

People lining up to court her, Lan Ya, could stretch from Jinshan to the border of the Great Han,

yet he chose to chase after a countryside bait-girl from a farmhouse lodge.

Just thinking about it made her want to laugh.

Was she the kind of woman people could just toss aside?

She had looks, she had background, she had the body, the upbringing—she had it all.

Kou Jingshen... didn’t know what he had.

That’s what she thought deep down.

But out loud, she’d never admit that.

Too much pride.

Which only made Lan Mingli more upset as he listened.

“Even now, Auntie, you’re still making excuses for him? If Kou Jingshen won’t handle this, then I will!”

“Just because he’s with 749, that makes him untouchable?!”

Lan Mingli stood up, his coat was tugged—Lan Ya shook her head, “Let it go, Mingli.”

“749 isn’t the kind of group you want to mess with. And in this matter, we’re not even in the right.”

Besides, she had a feeling—

the person who slapped her probably had serious status.

Better to let things slide. Coming from a big family, she could figure some things out.

But Lan Mingli was still young, full of fire.

If she hadn’t said anything, it might’ve passed.

But hearing those words—

just made him angrier!

“Right or wrong doesn’t matter. I’m going to find him, not 749. Just him. If this is between Cultivators of Qi, then we settle it our way.”

“He hit you, I’ll hit him. A fair match—if he’s too scared to face me, then he has nothing to say!”

An apology? That wasn’t even the point.

The guy represented 749. It’s not like they could expect him to apologize.

If ‘Lu Ding’ bowed his head, it’d mean the whole 749 Bureau bowed.

Not that kind of situation.

But a fight? That was reasonable. A match between Cultivators of Qi wasn’t a crime.

Lan Mingli flicked his coat.

“It’s fine, Auntie. Don’t worry. I’m ranked ninth among Yunmeng’s elite. He’s just a mere investigator. I won’t make this a big deal.”

His slightly youthful face radiated confidence.

It was the confidence that came from strength.

Yunmeng was no small place, and Yunmeng had no shortage of Cultivators of Qi.

Among those under twenty, only eight were ranked above him.

Lan Mingli didn’t believe that just anywhere you went, you’d find someone stronger than him.

When all’s said and done, Jinshan was just a prefecture-level city.

He turned and walked off, carrying himself with a swagger that even eight oxen couldn’t drag back.

Just before leaving, he paused at the door, glanced back and said, “Auntie, don’t worry. Once I return victorious, I’ll take you back to Yunmeng tomorrow.”

The smile on the young man’s face was like a rainbow after the rain.

Lan Ya slowly lay back down.

“Make sure to stay safe.”

Hearing that,

Lan Mingli strode out with long steps.

In the rainy night, a luxury car cruised through the downpour.

.......

10 p.m., that night.

Outside the most famous river-fish restaurant in Jinshan.

Quan Qing was waiting to receive his esteemed guests.

Originally, he just wanted to try inviting Lu Ding and Bai Hemen out for a meal.

He’d already braced himself for their refusal.

Who knew—

not only did the two not refuse, they even looked excited.

As Lu Ding put it, this whole thing was a business trip on the public dime.

“I’ll handle the matter, take the job, and I’m definitely eating the meal.”

Very soon,

Lu Ding and Bai Hemen showed up, freshly showered and in a change of clothes.

Quan Qing greeted them at once.

“What a coincidence, Lord Lu Taishui! I just arrived and here you are. Come, come, please—private room upstairs, all signature dishes.”

Now that was the art of conversation.

Lu Ding could tell—this guy definitely hadn’t just arrived.

But the way he said it made people feel at ease and didn’t put any pressure on the guests.

Smart guy.