First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 224: A Useless Waste with Only a Cultivation Realm—You Were Never Worthy to Witness My Methods

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The voice came first, the figure followed after.

As the light and shadow folded, the small old man appeared with a kindly gaze at the two of them.

Lu Ding thought he had left. Bai Hemen thought he had left too.

Who would’ve thought he’d show up here?

They say a mother worries when her child travels a thousand miles.

Lu Ding and Bai Hemen, though not Elder Deng’s blood juniors, had both grown up under his watch.

Step by step, from ordinary people to now.

Though Elder Deng didn’t appear often in their lives, each time he did, he changed them.

Bai Hemen killed a teammate—he covered for it. Bai Hemen was confined—he pleaded for him to atone for his mistakes.

Lu Ding’s Flying Bear Slaughtering Art was a gift from him. At the time, five hundred contribution points was a fortune for Lu Ding.

Lu Ding’s Sin Dragon Bone Inscription was also chosen with his help.

Later, when they faced one of the Tianli Cult’s Three Extremes, it was also Elder Deng who stepped in.

Looking at them now, Elder Deng seemed to see his younger self in them. He rarely intervened, always watched in silence.

He only showed up when most needed.

Like now.

The boomerang of time never chooses who to strike. Whether you’re an ordinary person or a Cultivator of Qi, it hits all the same.

What he never got to enjoy in his youth—he wanted Lu Ding and Bai Hemen to have now.

As the Bai Family Patriarch struggled, Elder Deng’s grip tightened. His aura surged with a thunderous roar, shaking heaven and earth.

Cracks snaked across the ground, inch by inch. Ten meters, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand!

The entire Bai Family Estate collapsed section by section. White walls and blue tiles—once glorious—now lay in ruins.

Elder Deng slowly turned. His wrinkled face smoothed out inch by inch. Loose skin regained its youth.

White hair turned black. His neat short hair extended, flowing with the wind. Under that presence, he looked like a god—or a demon.

Until his eyes locked onto the Bai Patriarch.

He gave him one look.

“A useless waste with only a cultivation realm—you were never worthy to witness my methods.”

As he spoke, the heavens darkened. Black clouds loomed, a terrifying storm brewed in the sky. Thunder and lightning flashed.

A purple divine figure loomed in the storm, blocking out the sky and sun, holding twin-bladed swords.

A soaring serpent coiled around its waist.

That god stared with fury, pointing with its sword, then slashed its finger.

Heaven unleashed its killing intent.

The entire Bai Family Estate—ten thousand square meters of collapsed structures—turned instantly to dust, scattering with the wind.

The Bai Patriarch, targeted by the killing intent, was blasted away. Blood spurted from his mouth, his body cracked all over like brittle clay, unable to resist at all.

Wherever he flew, the earth rolled and rocks surged.

He was about to fly far off.

Within the storm, the divine figure raised its hand and pulled.

The surrounding scene compressed.

The Bai Patriarch, already thousands of meters away, was suddenly dragged back and slammed before Elder Deng.

As if he had never left. But what had just been seen, personally experienced, and that wrecked body—none of it could be faked.

This was true Heaven Observer Realm.

“Elder Deng.”

Lu Ding called out.

Elder Deng smiled at him, patted his and Bai Hemen’s shoulders. “No more grievances. If you’re ever going to do something dangerous again, send word to the family first.”

As he spoke, his figure gradually faded with the light.

Finally, he turned to the injured Bai Patriarch: “I’ll be watching you. You’d better not force me to appear a second time.”

Lu Ding felt a warmth in his chest.

Words of comfort, when spoken after action, sink deep into the heart.

Maybe to the outside world, ‘749’ sounded cold and impersonal—but only those inside knew:

This place was also home.

Along the way, they had seen many branches and their leaders. Looking back, every leader treated their investigators like family.

Whether it was the small-time 749 in Daheshan, or Jinshan 749, Li Kai—Captain Li—felt true pain over Investigator Cui Zao’s self-destruction after making a mistake.

Or Yunmeng’s Director Qiu Si, furiously scolding Investigator Chen An for his obsession with love.

You could see their care in all of this.

Humans aren’t plants—who can truly be emotionless?

As long as an investigator doesn’t mess up, 749 is a home—the toughest support system there is.

But if you do mess up, the iron laws here spare no one.

Lu Ding helped Bai Hemen up. “I’m planning to spend New Year’s with Elder Deng this year. You in?”

“Me? Unless you lock me outside and don’t let me in.”

Bai Hemen was in high spirits now, so he went on: “Even if you do lock me out, I’m still going to sniff the dumplings you’re making through the crack in the door.”

Lu Ding supported him as they started to leave.

The West Xitong 749 would handle the cleanup here.

As Bai Hemen was leaving—

The injured Bai Patriarch reached out. “Hemen, Hemen, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I beg you, please, tell me—how is your grandma now.....”

Bai Hemen stopped walking.

Lu Ding let go of his arm.

Bai Hemen turned around, walked up to the old man, and took off the necklace around his neck.

He opened it. The photo of ‘Grandma’ appeared—her voice and smile almost lifelike.

“Grandma’s gone.”

The Bai Patriarch heard this, and his heart felt like it had been stabbed. Tears streamed down. He reached out to touch the necklace.

Bai Hemen swiftly wiped the necklace with a cloth from his coat—before the man could touch it.

Then looked coldly and said: “Look, fine. But touch it? Do you deserve to?”

The old man slowly withdrew his hand.

Sat on the ground, crying with a bitter smile.

“Thank you.....”

Bai Hemen stood up straight. “Don’t get it wrong. I’m letting Grandma see you—not letting you see her.”

“I’m sorry......I’m sorry......”

Watching the Bai Patriarch apologizing non-stop, Bai Hemen frowned.

He put the necklace back on, took out his small notebook.

Flipped a few pages.

【At the advanced training grounds, Lu Ding arrived. Others apologized to me because of his dominance.】

【Lu Ding’s response: You already did the thing you're sorry for. No need to say sorry anymore. I don’t want to hear it.】

Bai Hemen closed the notebook and looked at the still-apologizing old man.

“You already did the thing you're sorry for. No need to say sorry anymore. I don’t want to hear it.”

That shut the Bai Patriarch up completely.

Lu Ding felt both awkward and helpless.

It was like someone had just read out his chat log in front of everyone.

He had seen the note too.

Right now, Lu Ding wanted to say: studying is a good thing, but you really don’t have to memorize everything.

But saying that now would just ruin the moment.

Forget it.

“Brother-in-law!!! Sis is gone!!!!”

Misfortune never comes alone.

Bao Tongguang’s voice rang out. Bai Xuehe turned abruptly—and all he saw was the lifeless corpse of Madam Bai, her hands limp.

A lifetime of hidden rivalry, of unspoken longing.

Now the end had come—and it was the worst possible ending. It was supposed to be a birthday. Under great joy and great sorrow, Madam Bai’s will had broken.

This ending was... somehow expected.

In that instant, Bai Xuehe aged rapidly. His spiritual energy began to slowly dissipate.