First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 270: D*mn it, I’m not sleeping tonight—I’m going head-to-head with you!

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In the end, when he really couldn’t keep reading, the old man lost face.

So he threw out a line: "Heaven’s secrets must not be revealed."

Then flipped his hand and pulled out a few books, saying they were some casual manuals he could pass on to Lu Ding.

But to avoid karma—

Lu Ding had to buy him a phone.

This way it was a fair exchange—no monetary value, purely voluntary.

Everyone could tell the old man had real skill.

Why would Lu Ding hesitate?

He used the last of his money to buy him a sturdy and durable senior-friendly phone. Back then you didn’t need an ID to buy a SIM card.

As long as you had money, you could get an unregistered one.

Lu Ding bought him one.

Slotted it in, powered it on—deng deng deng deng...

The old man immediately let out a cheerful "ge ge ge ge ge" kind of laugh.

That was the start of their bond.

Later, the old man said he had something big to do. After he succeeded and made a name for himself, he’d come back. If fate allowed, he wouldn’t forget Lu Ding.

Stored the number, and left.

Never came back.

Until today.

Lu Ding had learned quite a bit from those few books the old man left behind.

Otherwise, how else could he have fooled Luo Anping through self-study?

You think a big-time construction manager like that has no brain?

That he can’t tell the real from the fake?

Whatever Lu Ding says just goes?

Luo Anping had been in the game for years, dealt with tons of Feng Shui practitioners.

He could tell who was spouting nonsense and who was legit.

So, Lu Ding was genuinely grateful to that old man.

Now he was a full-fledged Si Ming.

Just for those few books Uncle Crooked Mouth gave him back then—

Lu Ding owed him.

Without those books, Lu Ding wouldn’t have gotten hired at Luo Anping’s site.

Wouldn’t have been able to activate his golden finger.

That was a debt.

Lu Ding stepped to the side to take the call.

"Hello? Uncle Crooked Mouth, you still have my number saved?"

On the other end: "Aiyoo~ kid, where are you, come save your uncle quick, I’m stuck in a mountain, I’m dying here."

The trembling voice paired with his tone—really made it hard not to laugh.

Originally, Lu Ding was going to take the call seriously after hearing that.

But with that voice...

"Uncle, where are you stuck? I’ll come get you right now."

The one move he’d shown Lu Ding back then had proven his skill.

But hearing this now—he got himself stuck in a mountain?

His brush might’ve lost its bristles.

"I’m at Niujiao Mountain, under the left peak—that sharp one. Hurry up, aiyoo..."

"Okay okay okay, I’m on my way. I’m hanging up now, I’ll be there soon. Uncle, hang in there."

"Okay... hurry up, or I’m gonna turn into a 'dead' old man."

Lu Ding felt a strange ache in his teeth.

Needed to air them out.

He hung up.

Then told Bai Hemen and Elder Deng: "Elder Deng, Xiaobai, I’ve got something to take care of. You two keep going, don’t wait for me."

Bai Hemen wobbled up: "Wait for me..."

Elder Deng pressed him right back down onto the bench: "You sober up first."

Then turned to Lu Ding: "I’ll keep an eye on him. Go ahead."

Lu Ding made to leave.

Then remembered—it was Mid-Autumn Festival.

Uncle Crooked Mouth was stuck in a mountain—he probably hadn’t even eaten.

So he casually grabbed a few mooncakes, then blasted into the sky, heading straight for Niujiao Mountain.

Niujiao Mountain.

The name was no exaggeration.

Two steep peaks shot into the sky like a pair of horns.

With terrain this distinctive, there had to be some Feng Shui story behind it.

There used to be a Feng Shui formation here.

Later—

They put up power poles.

Lu Ding rode the wind and approached.

He didn’t even have to search long.

His ears twitched—he could hear the aiyoo aiyoo sounds.

He rushed over.

And when he got there—

Well, well.

A hundred meters down from the peak, and a hundred meters up from the base.

Uncle Crooked Mouth was wedged right in the middle.

On a cliff face as smooth as a knife cut.

He’d literally made a giant human-shaped crater.

Are you sure this is “stuck” and not “beaten into the wall”?

Lu Ding flew up.

Entered the old Daoist’s line of sight.

First, he was shocked—was this the same kid from back then, all grown up and capable?

Then he thought, makes sense.

With that kind of fate, that impossibly solid chart—just trying to divine it made his mouth go crooked and eyes go slanted.

Only slightly weaker than that guy who targeted him.

And that guy couldn’t even be divined at all.

It wasn’t about ability—it was Heaven’s prohibition!!

Just thinking about it made the old Daoist furious.

This ain’t over. Not by a long shot!!

Centuries of effort—

And just like that, half of it went down the drain.

He just couldn’t swallow this rage.

He was a cultivator.

He didn’t go around preaching about letting go or moving on.

He only knew two words: Take down!!

He got so riled up again that he pulled at his wounds: "Aiyoo~"

Lu Ding reached out to help him up: "Come on, Uncle Crooked Mouth, you’re not exactly young anymore—maybe skip the high-difficulty stunts, yeah?"

"Hiss... easy, easy, easy—my arms and legs, my kneecaps, my hip joints, everything’s hurting..."

Lu Ding’s lips curled into a smile.

At least he wasn’t seriously hurt.

If you can feel pain, that’s a good sign. Can’t feel pain—that’s when it’s serious.

He helped the old Daoist fly into the forest, settling him on a rock to rest.

Then took out the mooncakes and water he’d brought.

"Uncle Crooked Mouth, it’s Mid-Autumn Festival today. I came in a hurry—how about a bite to eat?"

Clutching his back, the crooked-mouthed, slant-eyed old Daoist looked at the mooncake Lu Ding handed over.

And suddenly, his heart filled with grievance.

His eyes shimmered with tears.

He reached out, took the mooncake, and chomped down in big bites.

To hll with all that Supreme Forgetting of Emotion stuff, and whatever else—the mooncake was delicious!!!

So fragrant!!

Lu Ding twisted open the bottle cap and handed it to him, then gently patted his back to help him catch his breath.

"What happened to you, anyway?"

"I’ve got a bit of skill now—tell me who did this, and I’ll get revenge for you."

The old Daoist had helped him.

Now that the old Daoist was being bullied—as long as it wasn’t some huge problem of his own making—

Lu Ding was ready to side with sentiment over reason.

Of course,

There was one condition: he had to be able to win.

The old Daoist waved his hand: "Don’t get involved in this, I won’t let him off. No way!!"

He was still a Heaven Observer after all.

If he had to rely on Lu Ding for help—where would that leave his pride?

Besides—

Not being able to read Lu Ding’s fortune back then had already been a big blow to his ego. Now there was another person he couldn’t divine?

Wouldn’t that completely destroy his career?

Say Heaven’s secrets must not be revealed again?

How come Heaven’s secrets are always off-limits, huh!?

His skin wasn’t that thick—he couldn’t bring himself to repeat it.

Dmn it, he’s not sleeping tonight!

He’s going head-to-head with him!!

"Okay okay okay, you won’t let him off. I’ve got some healing medicine, and I also know a few treatment techniques—want me to try them on you?"

The old Daoist waved his hand again: "No need. These kinds of injuries—no technique’s gonna help. Won’t get better quickly. Needs time to heal."

Getting clapped by Heaven’s basic attack—if that could be fixed so easily, what face would Heaven have left?

Since he said that, Lu Ding didn’t push.

He continued, "Then how about coming back to the city with me? Stay at my place for a while? Get some rest?"

The crooked-mouthed slant-eyed Daoist froze for a second when he heard that.

He looked Lu Ding up and down.