First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 229: Exposing the Mole—You Used 'Plugging Your Ears While Stealing a Bell' Perfectly

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After quite a while.

Inside the plaza, Song Chunfeng finally called out for class to end.

He tidied his clothes, straightened his collar, and strode over to Lu Ding.

Facing each other.

Song Chunfeng spoke first: “Thanks.”

Then gave Bai Hemen a glance and said to Lu Ding, “This time, it’s one-on-one.”

“I won’t treat you as a trainee, and you don’t treat me like an instructor.”

Lu Ding was satisfied with that attitude.

He had been thinking—if Song Chunfeng was still bitter and unrepentant, he’d just beat him down again.

And now, Lu Ding had more than enough power to do so.

But if Song Chunfeng came at him like this,

Lu Ding would just spar with him.

“Later. I have something else to take care of first.”

Lu Ding reached out, and Bai Hemen opened the bottle cap and poured out some medicinal liquid.

Song Chunfeng frowned and asked, “You didn’t come for me?”

Lu Ding, spreading the liquid evenly, replied, “Not really. That thing last time’s settled. If you’re still not convinced, I’ll deal with it as a side quest.”

At first listen, that really sounded arrogant.

But different people say different things.

If it was Lu Ding saying it—then fine, because he’s always been that arrogant.

It was just who he was.

And it fit perfectly with the image Song Chunfeng had of him.

“Fine, I’ll wait.”

Lu Ding raised a hand: “Instructor Song, you first.”

Song Chunfeng looked puzzled but didn’t resist: “What do I need to do?”

“Just lean your head over.”

He leaned over, and Lu Ding gave him a good rub behind the ear—clean, nothing there.

This action piqued everyone else’s curiosity.

“What’s Lu Ding doing?”

Shangguan Qing asked Tantai Xianyue, who stood nearby—their relationship was fairly good now.

Though Tantai Xianyue didn’t know much about Lu Ding,

they were both from the same place, and with her understanding of Lu Ding’s personality, plus some guessing—

“I think he’s looking for someone, and that person might have some sort of mark behind their ear.”

“Look at Xue Ning and the other trainees facing away from us—their ears are all red. He probably rubbed them too.”

As the two girls chatted,

behind them, Bai You—White Family’s Second Master’s operative—was panicking inside.

How the hell did Lu Ding know about the tattoo behind his ear!!?

Could there be a mole from 749 inside Tianli Cult?!

Stupid Tianli Cult—I knew it!!

You really can’t work with a bunch of brainless cultists.

Bai You urgently called to the Second Master in his body.

“Old b*****d, hurry up and come up with something! What do we do? If Lu Ding finds out, we’re dead meat!”

A strange voice echoed in his mind.

“Calm down, what are you panicking for? He hasn’t gotten to you yet.”

“How can I not panic? Do you know who Lu Ding is? Corpse-Shattering Taishui! With his strength now, he could tear me apart in under a second.”

“I’m telling you, if I die a horrible death, you’re not getting away either. Piss me off and I’ll expose everything.”

“The Qi trace on Lu Ding’s body was marked by you. The intel we gathered was leaked by you. It was you who told the cult Lu Ding was headed to Jinshan.”

“And you’re the one coveting the Taishui sealed under this facility—that’s why I’m even here!”

“I’m just your operative!!”

The Second Master paused.

“Is it really that scary?”

“Besides, you’re getting a share of that Taishui too. Don’t act like I’m hogging all the credit.”

He shouldn’t have said that.

As soon as he did, Bai You snapped: “The Taishui I want is the damn one underground, not that f***ing Corpse-Shattering Taishui!!”

“Hurry up and think of something! There’s 749 people all over this place—we can’t escape. If you don’t act fast, I’m exposing you.”

Even if exposing him didn’t guarantee survival, Bai You might still live.

Maybe Lu Ding would want to use him to dig into Tianli Cult and spare his life.

If he performed well, maybe he could atone for his crimes.

End up locked away in prison—iron bars and metal doors.

His future might be ruined, but at least he’d still be breathing.

Better a dog’s life than a heroic death.

“That tattoo was made with special ink, etched deep into the flesh for ritual use. It won’t come off easily in a short time. If I’m right, that liquid he’s using—”

“—should be Real Salvia. Rare stuff. Hard to hide from it.”

“Here’s the plan: I’ll manifest a sliver of my true form and cover the tattoo with a snake scale. When he rubs it, he’ll just hit the scale.”

Bai You felt uneasy: “Lu Ding isn’t an idiot. Why would a snake scale suddenly show up behind my ear and not raise suspicion?”

“I’m not finished, don’t rush me.”

“If he gets suspicious, confront him. Say you’ve bled for 749, sweated for 749—ask him how he dares suspect you.”

“Tell him the scale is a ritual link between you and me. Say you can tear it off, but it’ll hurt—bad. And if he finds no tattoo afterward, ask how he plans to take responsibility.”

“Say something along those lines to stall. I’ll secretly cast a spell to shred the flesh behind your ear, down to the bone, severing the ritual link.”

“Then you peel off the scale, yank out a strip of tender flesh, blood and all—that counts as cutting off a tail to survive. What do you think?”

Bai You thought it over—this was basically a guilt trip plus moral blackmail.

“Fine, just be quick.”

“Relax.”

The voice of the Second Master faded from his mind.

A stinging pain flared up in Bai You’s ear.

He twitched slightly, but quickly returned to a neutral expression.

As one trainee after another stepped forward, it was soon Bai You’s turn.

He played dumb and followed the crowd, bowing and lowering his head, exposing the snake scale behind his ear.

Lu Ding did pause for a second.

Then reached out and rubbed. Nothing happened.

He reached again, this time to peel the scale off Bai You’s ear.

That movement made Bai You straighten up instantly, clutching his ear and demanding, “What are you doing!!”

“Come back here, don’t move.”

“This is for ritual purposes...”

BANG!!!

Lu Ding swung his arm and punched him flat to the ground.

Stunned, but not unconscious.

The first warning was out of respect—they were all trainees of the Advanced Training Facility, after all.

If you heard it and still didn’t move, then you’re just disrespecting Lu Ding.

If not for his rapid growth in realm and strength, Lu Ding might’ve died in Jinshan. With the weather there, his body would be rotting by now.

With a threat this close,

how could Lu Ding sleep peacefully if he didn’t deal with it...

Fallen to the ground, Bai You shook his head and yelled, “I’ve bled for 749! I’ve—”

BANG!!

“Shut up!”

Lu Ding crouched down and punched him into a curled-up shrimp pose.

Try guilt-tripping?

Sorry—Lu Ding valued his own life more than any moral bottom line.

This wasn’t a novel; there was no scenario where a Qi Refining guy would face off against a Nascent Soul cultivator!

He gripped the scale behind Bai You’s ear and ripped it off. Blood splattered.

Underneath was a partially destroyed, black, hollow inverted triangle symbol.

Lu Ding smiled.

Black smoke poured from the openings of his meridians.

His whole form faintly took on a dragon-like shape—not a true dragon,

but a twisted, vicious Sin Dragon, grinning wickedly.

“You really nailed the phrase: ‘plugging your ears while stealing a bell.’”