First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 289: Human-Wave Tactic — Feeding Lu Ding with Lives

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Chu Gexiao didn’t dodge.

He just braced himself and let the golden whip land square on him.

“Oww, owwww…”

He cried out pathetically.

Uncle Crooked Mouth, losing all interest in continuing, lowered his hand and gave him a sideways glance.

“I got nothing to say to you. Scram, scram, scram—don’t be an eyesore in front of me.”

Chu Gexiao wasn’t mad, nor did he leave.

He just pulled the shameless card: “Old brother, it’s been years since we last met. How about we find a place and have a drink?”

“I’d rather drink with your brother Chu Tianbao than with you.”

“You’ve got eight hundred eyes in that scheming heart of yours—nothing good comes from drinking with you.”

Chu Gexiao sighed.

This old Daoist was still holding that grudge from back then.

All he did was make him lose once.

It was the old man himself who insisted on that “No entry to Yunhai without invitation” clause.

Originally, Chu Gexiao had no idea the old Daoist had come to Yunhai.

It wasn’t until Lu Ding submitted his report that he found out.

With the old man’s abilities, if he wanted to hide, Chu Gexiao wouldn’t have found him even with 100% effort.

But who told Lu Ding to file that report?

Chu Gexiao had always cared about the old Daoist’s Ascension.

It had been on his mind for years.

But he could never find him.

Back when Great Han was in turmoil, this old Daoist claimed he didn’t want to get entangled in karma,

Yet secretly, he cast spells and raised tons of enemy corpses to help Great Han survive its darkest hour.

He descended the mountain with his sword on his back.

That story was more legendary than any myth.

If only he hadn’t been so obsessed with following in his ancestors’ footsteps—

Refusing to accept anything new, clinging to outdated rules.

If not for that…

This old Daoist wouldn’t have just been a Heaven Observer.

Now that he’d returned to the scene,

Chu Gexiao had to come check on him.

As for Ascension—

That was between Lu Ding and the old Daoist. They had their own karmic connection.

The old Daoist believed deeply in such things.

Since Chu Gexiao called him “old brother,”

He wouldn’t go ruin something the man firmly believed in.

They ended up chatting.

Well, mostly Chu Gexiao talking.

Everything went in the old Daoist’s left ear and out the right.

He occasionally tried to shoo him away.

But the guy just wouldn’t leave.

Even said, “I’m not that busy lately. Mind if I hang around a while?”

Heh!

That made the old Daoist so mad he was blowing his beard and glaring.

But with his injuries…

He really couldn’t do anything about Chu Gexiao, the current Director of Yunhai 749.

Meanwhile, in the Zhenla Kingdom—

Inside a certain base.

All the Cultivator of Qi leadership from surrounding countries had gathered.

The meeting room was packed.

They were finalizing a plan—

On how to deal with this year’s genius from Great Han.

Although Lu Ding’s full info hadn’t been leaked,

The bits that had surfaced couldn’t be kept hidden.

Anyone who put in the effort could find out.

A country’s this big—not everyone’s an idiot.

And with multiple nations involved,

It was only natural that a few smart ones emerged.

Still, Great Han wasn’t stupid either.

What they could uncover was only that Lu Ding had repeatedly shown Divine Palace-level combat power.

But even that was enough.

Lu Ding’s ability to charge up and slash through Si Ming Realm opponents, and his apparent Divine Palace Realm cultivation—

Already had other nations viewing him like a ticking bomb.

Letting such a monster into the Monster Room—

The consequences were obvious.

For their next generation, it would be devastating.

So!

For insurance—

Zhenla, the host of this meeting, proposed the following plan:

“Lu Ding must be contained. We can’t stop him from charging up, so the best solution is sacrifice.”

“We’ve got a total of over 300 new-generation cultivators entering the Monster Room.”

“Among them—203 are Linghai seventh layer or below.”

“Ninety-eight are eighth layer.”

“Only six are ninth layer.”

“Compared to Great Han’s talents, our combat ability is weaker even at the same realm.”

“According to intel we’ve painstakingly gathered, Great Han has lots of Linghai eighth and ninth layer talents this year.”

“So, my plan is to divide our talents into three tiers.”

“Tier one: Linghai seventh layer and below.

These will form a wave—expendable.

They’ll constantly harass Lu Ding, prevent him from charging up.

Use a human-wave tactic.

Feed him with lives until he’s full.”

“So he won’t have the energy to go after our real elites.”

Killing Lu Ding might have a huge payoff—but it was also insanely hard.

To them, it wasn’t worth it.

A monster like that—better keep him contained. Don’t let him run wild.

“Tier two: Our Linghai eighth layer cultivators will form squads to ambush Great Han’s other geniuses.

We’re not better in strength or realm.

But we have numbers.”

“In past years, Great Han’s elites would hunt, and ours would run.

This year, we flip the script—catch them off guard.”

“In previous years, we used tactics, traps, anything we could to kill Han geniuses.”

Bluntly put, they’d used every dirty, inhumane trick in the book.

Things that challenged basic morality and values.

On that front, Great Han couldn’t compare.

Like how in the Three Kingdoms, Jia Xu shocked Lü Meng with his White-Clad River Crossing stratagem.

Any strategist’s grandkid could’ve thought of that—

But nobody expected anyone would actually have the nerve to use it.

And even when they did, you’d find it hard to retaliate.

Disgusting.

Utterly disgusting.

The Zhenla rep continued:

“This time, we’ll go against their expectations. Unprecedented frontal assault—targeted, lethal.”

Someone from Zhupo Kingdom raised a concern:

“But we’ve only got six Linghai ninth layer cultivators across all countries. That’s hardly enough to form a main force.”

Zhenla shook their head.

“No—those sixth-tier elites are our hope. They must not die.”

“Their job is to stay alive. Hide, avoid.

If possible, blend in with lower-tier teams and deliver a decisive kill to isolated Great Han elites.”

So then came the question—

If Linghai ninth layer cultivators weren’t the third tier,

Who was?

Sensing the crowd’s confusion,

Zhenla rep bowed slightly:

“We invite the envoy from Weigao Nation.”

The doors to the meeting room swung open.

A group of Cultivators of Qi from Weigao Nation stepped in.

The moment they entered—

Someone muttered under their breath, “F*ck.”

Weigao Nation—

Top five power in the Eastern and Southeastern sectors of the Three Circles.

Always at odds with Great Han.

Didn’t matter if it was civilians or Cultivators of Qi—

They hated each other.

Often aligned with a certain island nation in East Asia—birds of a feather.

Constantly stirring up trouble behind the scenes.

And every time, they conveniently forgot their past beatdowns.

Now, backed by a Western superpower—

Upon hearing about Lu Ding,

And with “Daddy’s” orders in hand,

Weigao sent their top talents—

Just to mess with Great Han.

They’d never dare provoke Great Han outright.

But if someone asked them to assist in stirring trouble?

Absolutely no problem.

In past Monster Rooms across East Asia,

Most major battles had been between Great Han and the other four regional powers.

Later, Great Han began to specifically target Weigao and the island nation.

With innate buffs piled on, they slaughtered them to misery.