First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 252: Better Face Yama Than Offend Taishui

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This name sounded a little familiar.

But hearing it so suddenly, he couldn’t place it.

He Geng’s expression gradually turned grave: “Lu Ding is also an investigator with the 749 Bureau, but his jurisdiction is Yunhai 749.”

“He’s not from our area.”

“A while back, the Bai Family in the Northwest was wiped out—that was caused entirely by his interference.”

“I happened to hear about it and started gathering some intel on him.”

“Lu Ding, male, 19 years old, Divine Palace Realm.”

“Yunhai 749 Bureau investigator, patrol officer for Yunhai Bao Fan District, once killed a Divine Palace cultivator while in the Linghai Realm, fought against Si Ming while in Linghai, killed Si Ming while in Divine Palace, battled Earth Observer, and so on.”

“Those who cross him rarely leave a corpse behind, let alone survive.”

“His methods are brutal, and he has a strong bloodlust. He always acts within reason and law, but not by the book.”

“That’s why he’s also known as the Corpse-Shattering Taishui.”

“As fellow 749 investigators, you can offend anyone, just not him.”

“Right now, all over the Northwest, they’re saying: ‘Better face Yama than offend Taishui.’”

“If you offend Taishui, you’ll lose your wealth, have bad luck, suffer bloodshed, go to prison—these are all lessons learned the hard way.”

Everyone fell silent.

One by one, they shut their mouths where they stood.

He Xianxiong listened to his son, thought for a moment: “Doesn’t anyone control someone like him?”

“Control?”

“Dad, did you forget what I just told you?”

He Xianxiong lowered his head in thought, then looked up: “Within reason, legal, but not by the book?”

He Geng nodded.

He Xianxiong thought about the strongest power within their own family—at most, Earth Observer level.

If someone like that came over, as long as they had the plan and the logic on their side... hmm, not afraid of him!

“Hahahaha, Dad, don’t worry, Yunhai is far from here, and that Corpse-Shattering Taishui—he went to the Northwest before. We’ve got nothing to do with him in Luoyao.”

“I just used him as an example. He’s not coming here.”

“Besides, what kind of ordinary investigator would ever provoke someone like him?”

He Geng’s tone relaxed.

Everyone present immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Yeah.

Someone like that.

No way he’d randomly show up in Luoyao.

It’s like saying you met some D-list actor filming in a small town, then suggesting Andy Lau might come film there too.

That’s just not happening.

That’s what everyone thought right now.

As they joked and chatted,

He Xianxiong called over a group of He family members.

He lit incense to honor the ancestors, bowed three times, then turned around.

“The things left by our ancestors cannot be handed to outsiders. Today, we’ll follow the old military draw-lots rule our ancestors used to select someone from the clan.”

“Whoever draws the lot, I’ll give him fifty million. I’ll take care of his parents, his wife and kids—his whole family’s future expenses will be covered by me.”

“This lottery—I won’t force anyone. If you’re willing to stay, I’ll be deeply grateful. If not, you may leave—I won’t stop you. You’ll still be one of us.”

“Today’s matter is only to ensure that what our ancestors left isn’t taken by outsiders, to protect the He family’s legacy for generations to come!”

“Everyone, the choice is yours!”

He Xianxiong scanned the faces of those present—not one stepped back.

Clan loyalty, family unity.

Sometimes it seems foolish.

But it’s exactly this kind of spirit that allows one family after another to pass on their legacy through the ages.

So many examples of blind loyalty in history—yet still, it was loyalty.

He Xianxiong’s face was solemn.

He turned to take the bamboo lot tube from the ancestral altar.

Held it level.

The He family members he summoned stepped forward one by one to draw lots.

Outside, Zhu Yixuan still didn’t know that a conspiracy targeting him was quietly unfolding inside the He residence.

Time ticked by.

Wen Ruchu sat squatting nearby, scrolling on his phone. Seeing the time, he frowned and looked up: “It’s been hours already—are they messing with us?”

Zhu Yixuan didn’t respond.

He also understood that the He family’s behavior clearly showed they didn’t want to return the blade.

He looked up at the front gate of the He residence.

The guard who had been there earlier was now gone.

Zhu Yixuan said, “I’ll go in and check. You stay here. If anything happens, call for help.”

Going together would be safer.

But it would leave no retreat.

Wen Ruchu understood that too.

Though he misunderstood what “call for help” meant.

In his view, the Luoyao 749 people were totally unreliable.

No comparison to Yunhai 749.

Call for help?

If something happened, he’d just shout, “Brother Lu!”

The sense of security Lu Ding provided—as a teammate, it was irreplaceable.

Even though asking him for help was a bit embarrassing.

But as they’d learned at the training site and in class:

Never be afraid of trouble. Never try to take shortcuts.

Asking for help isn’t shameful. Getting in trouble is.

Everything afterward can be sorted out behind closed doors.

If someone helps you, runs errands for you, you can always pay them with contribution points or other means later.

The important thing is to settle what’s happening outside first.

Wen Ruchu just watched as Zhu Yixuan stepped into the He residence.

As soon as he entered.

The place was empty.

Zhu Yixuan moved forward cautiously: “Anyone here?”

He called out.

From a corner of the courtyard garden,

A pale-faced middle-aged man stepped out: “Who are you? How did you get in here?”

As he spoke, he walked over quickly.

Before Zhu Yixuan could explain,

The man shoved him: “Get out!!”

“I’m an investigator with the 749 Bureau.”

Zhu Yixuan didn’t fight back. He stepped back and pulled out his credentials to show.

The man took one look: “You’re not a local investigator. 749 investigators always act in pairs. You’re alone, and you don’t have proper paperwork. You can’t be here. Leave.”

He pushed him again.

Zhu Yixuan couldn’t take it anymore.

He was a prodigy!

Top three in his own region’s 749 Bureau!

He came here to retrieve his own family’s blade—and now the He family not only refused to open the door but had someone come chase him away.

Anyone would be furious.

And the man kept pushing him again and again.

Zhu Yixuan finally struck back.

“I’m warning you—stop pushing me. I’m just trying to find someone.”

“You barged into my house, and now you’re warning me? What kind of logic is that!?”

The argument escalated. The man got more aggressive.

Tempers flared. One thing led to another—

And they started fighting.

After a few quick moves, Zhu Yixuan struck him in the chest with a palm.

The strike wasn’t even that heavy, but the man coughed up blood with bits of organ mixed in.

He fell to the ground, raised a hand and pointed at Zhu Yixuan: “You... you....”

Before he finished his sentence, his head slumped to the side.

Dead!

Zhu Yixuan’s head spun.

No way!

He rushed to help him.

At that moment, He Xianxiong walked in, his face full of joy—then froze: “You... what are you doing?!”

Such realistic acting—countless actors would feel ashamed.

Zhu Yixuan waved his hands: “No, I just gave him a light palm strike, and he...”

He Xianxiong ran over to check the body. Then turned back, face flushed, eyes bloodshot: “What a cruel move you used!!!!”

“Today, you must be handed over to the 749 Bureau—we demand justice!!!”