First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 266: Contained Creature: Anaconda Spirit – Reward: Crushing Sleeve

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The scene unfolding before her made Hua Qing physically uneasy.

Then hearing Xia Tian’s words—

It made her emotionally uncomfortable too.

She looked up, eyes complicated as she stared at Xia Tian. All the swirling thoughts boiled down to a single sentence.

“Did I do something wrong?!”

She was a 749 Investigator, defending the rights of ordinary people. Was that wrong?

Maybe even Xia Tian realized he couldn’t argue on that front.

“Couldn’t you have just warned me when you found out what I was doing? We have feelings for each other!!!”

That line hit her right in her soft spot.

Then a breeze swept through—carrying slashes, starting from his feet.

Xia Tian fell apart, piece by piece.

Lu Ding turned around, flicking the blood off his hands.

There was no trace of the serpent demon underground anymore.

Only minced meat mixed with dirt.

Yan Feifan stepped up, handing Lu Ding a towel he'd had ready the whole time for him to wipe his hands.

As he wiped, Lu Ding listened to Xia Tian’s screams of agony and said,

“Feelings?”

“Feelings aren’t excuses. Feelings aren’t a license to abuse authority. And feelings sure as h*** aren’t some umbrella or tissue for people like you.”

“They don’t shield you from disasters you caused yourself. They don’t wipe away the stench you can’t hide.”

“Come on then, say it all to me now. Let’s hear what sort of twisted poetry you’ve got left.”

Xia Tian started talking—furious roars mixed with forced rationalizations, every word full of warped logic and twisted values.

Lu Ding nodded along. Mm, sure, alright, fine.

But his hands never stopped.

A breeze laced with slashing force gradually sliced Xia Tian down inch by inch.

Xia Tian grew increasingly panicked.

Life was like a burning stick of incense.

From the moment of birth, it starts to burn.

Right now, Lu Ding was simply speeding that process up.

From the concept of life to the flesh-and-blood body—

All of it was being shortened.

Look—inch by inch, flesh fell like incense ash after it burned.

Xia Tian looked at Lu Ding, who hadn’t budged.

If that’s what you think, then stop, dn it!!!

“STOP!!!!”

He let out a final scream, then his head hit the ground.

Lu Ding stepped forward, looking at the unwillingness still on his face.

One kick sent his round, headless corpse flying.

In mid-air—

Even the last trace of him scattered.

“Now it’s stopped.”

It had.

But the man was gone.

Yan Feifan never let a beat drop: “How rude. It all stopped and he didn’t even say thank you.”

Lu Ding nodded. “Exactly.”

He turned to Hua Qing, whose face was pale from the sheer brutality of it all: “Let’s go. We’ll clean up Xiang’an 749. Then you’re coming back with us.”

Since Lu Ding was here,

There was no way he’d let even a speck of dust get in his eyes.

Hua Qing shuddered at his words.

Instinctively blurted, “Are you going to kill them too?”

Lu Ding kept walking.

Yan Feifan turned back: “What do you take Lu for? Your Bureau Chief isn’t the real problem. As for Jiang Hai—he’s only fit to go sing ‘Iron Door, Iron Bars, Iron Chains.’”

“He’s not even qualified to die by Lu’s hand.”

Hua Qing quickly caught up with them.

In the car on the way back,

Lu Ding checked what the giant snake had dropped when it burst.

[Contained Creature: Anaconda Spirit]

[Containment Reward: Crushing Sleeve]

[Crushing Sleeve: Wide sleeve devours, flattens the body, crushes the soul. Enemies that enter vanish without a trace.]

Seeing this Crushing Sleeve, and understanding its function, Lu Ding immediately thought of his Civil and Martial Sleeve.

Now the wide sleeve on that robe had a real use.

Tight sleeves for arm armor, wide sleeves for Crushing Sleeve.

Once Zhu Yixuan finished forging the blade, he could even use Coffin Woman’s Offering to stash it in his sleeve.

Perfect.

A full set.

And this Crushing Sleeve was kind of like a mini-Universe-in-Sleeve.

Who knows—maybe down the line it could fuse with other spells to become a Universe-in-Sleeve.

That would be a real jackpot.

As for the Anaconda Spirit—

It appeared in texts like Compendium of Materia Medica, Taiping Guangji, and more.

Various interpretations.

But what left the strongest impression on Lu Ding—and amused him most—was the description from the Records of Easy Living.

It said, “A ninety-zhang anaconda swallows ants, sixty-zhang swallows elephants, thirty-zhang swallows tigers and leopards. Wherever the serpent coils, it is always on a Ren site.”

He hadn’t really understood it at the time.

How could a ninety-zhang snake only eat ants, but a sixty-zhang one eat elephants?

So smaller meant stronger?

Lu Ding wasn’t omniscient. Still isn’t. He couldn’t fully figure it out even now.

Ninety zhang, and it only eats ants? Seriously?

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Xiang’an 749 Bureau.

Jiang Hai sat in the office sipping coffee.

Unlike major branches of 749,

Places like this were more like internal security bureaus in layout.

A large office area,

Divided into cubicles.

There wasn’t much going on in Dahan these days—no wild string of special cases.

For small-town Investigators, most days involved patrols, especially near mountains or water.

They had to check the hills, scan the rivers.

The rest, after checking in, just cultivated or stayed on standby for emergencies.

If they had to fight every day,

749’s Investigator death rate would skyrocket.

It’d be a suicide mission. Only monsters would survive.

Jiang Hai set down his cup, asked the colleague next to him, “Hey, how come Sister Hua isn’t in yet? She’s usually the earliest one here.”

“No idea. Want to message her? Maybe she’s not feeling well. Might’ve had a mishap with her Qi flow.”

Jiang Hai thought about it, then chuckled, “Nah, I bet she’s off on a date with Mister Xia.”

The main door opened.

Someone unfamiliar walked in. His face unknown, but the 749 badge on his shoulder pulled every eye toward him.

Lu Ding stepped up and kicked Jiang Hai clean off his chair into the corner.

Jiang Hai curled up, gagging from the pain.

Lu Ding’s voice rang out:

“I thought you just couldn’t shut your mouth. Turns out you’ve been spreading filthy rumors behind people’s backs too.”

He dragged a chair over to the corner, sat down, and stared at the curled-up Jiang Hai.

A few colleagues started to move.

Yan Feifan raised his document with one hand: “All of you—sit down. This isn’t your business. Don’t speak. Keep your hands where I can see them.”

Red header. Official seal.

Just those two things were enough to freeze everyone in place.

They were Cultivators of Qi—

Naturally, they saw the bureau listed above and the unmistakably bold line:

[Local Investigators must unconditionally cooperate with dispatched Yunhai 749 personnel.]

Lu Ding sat blocking the morning sunlight streaming through the window.

Jiang Hai looked up through blurred vision and saw only a pair of red-glowing eyes.

The pressure was overwhelming.

“Was it you who told Xia Tian about Ke Ruyu’s grave?”

“I.....”

BANG!!

A kick slammed him into the corner wall.

Cracks crawled up the plaster behind him.

Blood sprayed.

Lu Ding tapped his chest-worn Law Enforcement Recorder.

Tock tock....

“You only need to answer yes or no.”

Jiang Hai had never been through anything like this in his life.

He looked for help—at Hua Qing walking in behind Lu Ding.

Tears shimmered in his eyes, his voice cracked: “Sister Hua~”

BANG!!!

“Calling your f*ing mama won’t help you now.”