First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 237: Great Han’s Too Much—Bullying Us in Our Own Country

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“Take your people and leave, whether you wait outside to continue rolling Dragon Wall later or roll all the way home—up to you.”

“Remember, you’ve got five minutes. If everyone’s not cleared out after five minutes, then the consequences are on you.”

The man knew exactly what kind of “consequences” He Tai meant.

Summed up in five words: Won’t bury you after killing.

“I understand.”

He Tai turned and left. He didn’t have time to keep tangling with these Hetu folks.

He had to go pick up his counselor, hehe.

Although the counselor’s own strength might not be all that exceptional by outside standards, not especially powerful,

he’d been working at the training base for so long, sending out batch after batch of talented students—maybe not quite “peaches and plums all over the world,”

but every 749 branch had some.

Everyone has their own strong point. Some people are powerful themselves, but the counselor? He had powerful connections.

He Tai was one of the students the counselor had mentored.

Looking back once toward the direction He Tai had gone,

Hetu’s group leader walked toward their prodigies.

“Let’s go, we’ll head out first.”

These Hetu prodigies looked around at the Great Han cultivators standing in straddle stance.

Words that were already on the tips of their tongues were instantly swallowed back down.

They didn’t dare say them out loud.

The management standards for cultivators of Qi and ordinary people are two completely different systems.

Under the rules of the civilian world, Hetu may often provoke Great Han,

and internationally, it’s claimed that Hetu and its neighbors like Zhenla are hotbeds of crime.

But in the worldview of cultivators—

Hetu’s nothing.

In front of Great Han, they can’t even stir a wave.

The moment you step out of this base, standing on the ground outside, under the open sky, you’re a Hetu prodigy.

But once you enter this gate, you’re in Great Han’s domain.

Don’t listen, dare get spiky? They say they’ll take you out, they’ll take you out.

The Hetu prodigies exited the depths of the Dragon Wall zone, now stepping into the tunnel.

Only then did someone ask, “Leader Pan.”

“Didn’t they say the whole day was ours? Why are we leaving halfway through?”

Pan Xing opened his mouth, but how was he supposed to explain?

Say their pilots caused trouble,

which led to their Dragon Wall session getting cut short? Might even be heading home now?

Though it was the truth, saying it out loud would ruin unity and hurt relationships.

He could only say: “The Great Han prodigies decided to come last minute. The place is theirs, so we need to make way.”

That did sound fair—if it’s someone else’s place and the host wants to use it, you naturally make way.

But everyone here was in their teens or twenties, young and hot-blooded.

Hearing that? It felt awful.

A stifled, wordless frustration.

Someone clenched their fists in anger: “We agreed earlier—this time slot was supposed to be ours.....”

Another grumbled at the unfairness: “To use Dragon Wall, we even arranged our visit to avoid overlapping with Great Han’s schedule. They’re probably not even past the study phase yet.”

“Based on past timelines, their prodigies should only be at the ‘Scouting Winds, Slaying Dragons’ stage at most. Yet now they’re stealing our slot!”

“They’re pushing us too far!”

“This is our Hetu territory—why the h*ll are Great Han people bullying us in our own country!?”

Pan Xing turned his head to look at the one speaking.

The boy who spoke last was Li Lang—one of the top talents from Hetu’s southern faction, Xingbang.

Also one of the two students Pan Xing had just tried to get permission to keep behind.

At age twenty, in just one year, he’d already reached the Eighth Layer of Linghai Realm.

If he could expand his horizons today through Dragon Wall, enter its inner world, and gain some new insight,

then his future potential would be limitless.

But now..... sigh.....

The day was already limited in time. Losing time meant losing opportunity.

Pan Xing was burning up inside too, but what could he do?

He could only quietly feel sorry for them.

Before he could say anything, the others started chiming in one after another.

“Great Han’s just trying to humiliate us—afraid that our prodigies would surpass theirs this year, so they pulled this cheap trick.”

“We keep backing down, and all they do is push harder.”

“This is our territory—someday, I’m taking it back!”

Once again, Pan Xing didn’t know what to say.

This generation of kids hadn’t seen the real Great Han. That’s why they could say things like that.

If they ever saw how terrifying Great Han truly was—

how ruthless 749 Bureau was toward outsiders—

maybe then they wouldn’t talk like this.

The more time passed, the more people forgot how Great Han had reached the gates of Hetu’s capital in just over half a month.

Nowadays, many young Hetu people—even those online—say things like, “That was the past, now is now.”

And the worst part is—you can’t even argue with them.

Because that kind of belief is exactly what keeps Hetu moving forward.

So all Pan Xing could do was give a tactful bit of encouragement.

“Keep at it. The future of Hetu belongs to you. Xingbang’s future belongs to you.”

Dou Zhanling heard this, turned to make eye contact with Li Lang. Both saw the same fighting spirit in each other’s eyes.

The two of them were the most famous, most elite prodigies of Hetu’s Xingbang this generation.

Outsiders even called them the Xingbang Twin Stars.

Outside the base, under the blue sky, they watched a Great Han 749 aircraft slowly fly in.

Inside the cabin.

Lu Ding looked out the glass, observing Hetu’s prodigies.

Earlier on the way here, the counselor had already been telling Lu Ding and Bai Hemen about these Hetu elites.

Now he pointed them out and continued: “Those are the Hetu prodigies I just told you about.”

“See that bearded guy? The boy and girl standing to his left are the Xingbang Twin Stars, the most famous ones from Xingbang’s current crop.”

“The guy’s the Killing Star, Li Lang. The girl’s the Slaughter Star, Dou Zhanling.”

As he spoke, the counselor couldn’t stop the smile creeping up his face—it just wouldn’t go down.

Lu Ding didn’t look at him, just kept watching out the window, his expression slightly serious. He asked, “Those nicknames sound pretty intimidating—what realm are they in?”

“One’s Linghai Eighth Layer, the other’s Ninth.”

Lu Ding and Bai Hemen turned to him almost at the exact same time.

With a frown, they said in unison: “Huh?”

A synchronized “Huh?” from both of them.

Made the counselor laugh even harder.

“Yeah, you didn’t mishear—Ninth and Eighth. That’s already pretty impressive, don’t you think?”

Lu Ding went quiet.

How to put it...

Among the trainees at the training facility, not all were at Linghai Ninth Layer, but the number of Ninth Layers was more than you could count on one hand.

And just at that moment.

Within the training base, Huangfu Lingyun, driven by shame to push himself, had just broken through to Divine Palace Realm.

He stomped open the door with big strides.

In his hand, the Imperial Jade Seal—he was gripping it like a slab of brick.

Feeling all confident again, he stormed off with it, looking for Lu Ding and Bai Hemen.

“Bai Hemen! Bai Hemen, get your *ss out here!!! Lu Ding!! Where are you, Lu Ding! You too—come out!!”