First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 290: A Blade Born from the South Mountain Stone

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After a few repeat visits, the others stopped coming altogether.

They couldn’t afford to take the hit.

They weren’t stupid—if something’s all risk and no reward, getting burned a few times is enough.

Out of five powers, two had dropped out.

Besides Great Han, there were still two strong nations left.

But those two—one was friendly with Great Han, the other stayed strictly neutral.

So fighting them was pointless. They quietly stopped showing up too.

In the end, only Great Han and countries like Zhenla were left.

But Great Han used its veto to block them.

Weigao and that island nation got to leave?

That was because their “Daddy” had veto power too.

Great Han vetoed their escape, then “Daddy” vetoed that veto.

Just like playing house with vetoes.

So in the end, countries like Zhenla couldn’t run.

Every year, they were forced into Great Han’s combat training routine.

And now, Weigao was back—high and mighty.

Their elite team? Six members.

All maxed out at Linghai ninth layer.

And equipped with their “Daddy’s” cutting-edge booster tech.

One shot, one leap—and you’re in the Divine Palace Realm.

Sure, drugged breakthroughs were weaker than natural ones.

But a skinny camel is still bigger than a horse.

Great Han had that kind of tech too—and had it way before their “Daddy” even thought of it.

Back in the day, it was just called a “pill.”

But overdosing wasn’t a good thing.

So Great Han didn’t provide that to their own students.

If it got too rough, they could just exit.

Zhenla and the others? No such right.

Because interpretation authority lay in Great Han’s hands.

Seeing this squad—

Every nation’s leader lit up.

Weigao was here.

Today they might actually survive.

Zhenla proudly introduced them:

“Third tier—our honored prodigies from Weigao Nation!”

Applause followed.

Clap clap clap.

Then someone, lacking sense, asked the question everyone was afraid to raise:

“What if Great Han finds out afterward… then what?”

“F*ck, that’s your problem!”

That was the exact phrase Weigao’s “Daddy” had told them recently too:

“F*ck, that’s your problem.”

Daddy on top, sons below.

Daddy gave the orders.

If the sons didn’t follow, punishment was waiting.

And the consequences?

Sacrifice a batch.

Scold a batch.

Keep a batch.

Reward a batch behind the scenes.

Once everything hit the public eye—

Let it play out.

Last time, when Lu Ding’s squad boarded that jet,

The West got real nervous.

Great Han had a saying:

“See one leaf, know it’s autumn. See one spot, glimpse the whole leopard.”

No one really knew what Great Han was up to.

With their unpredictable ways, who knows what terrifying thing they’re secretly brewing?

Really—best not to take chances.

Now that Weigao had stepped in, it served as the fuse.

Gave the West a reason to step into the game publicly.

A gauge, a probe.

As for how many people would die in the middle?

Well, that depends…

In the conference room, everyone finally shut up.

They shifted to discussing precautions and logistics.

Back at the Training Facility—

Lu Ding and Bai Hemen arrived.

The moment they landed—

Other trainees came rushing over.

From the sky, a figure descended.

Laughter exploded all around:

“Hahaha! Lu Ding, you’re finally back! Took you long enough!”

“All that hard training is finally gonna pay off!!!”

“Lu Ding, take this! Dragon Swims the Sea!!”

Huangfu Lingyun leapt forward, the Imperial Jade Seal hovering three inches above his head.

This time he struck first, not giving Lu Ding a chance to shout “Zhang Wei” and mess with his Dao Heart.

With a push of Qi through his palms—

A mirage of the vast sea manifested.

Within it, a golden dragon rode the waves and burst forth.

Accompanied by a heaven-shaking dragon roar—

“ROAR!!!”

Golden light blazed.

Dragon Qi surged, mixed with spiritual energy—

Overbearingly powerful!

A golden dragon, dozens of meters long, charged straight at Lu Ding.

Bai Hemen quietly stepped aside.

Someone was about to get schooled again.

Lu Ding raised his hand and channeled Qi—

A sweep of energy passed before him.

A faint shadow of the Sin Dragon began to materialize—

Twisting and coiling around him with his movements.

The charging golden dragon was pulled by this force,

Veering off from Huangfu Lingyun’s control—

Drawn in, wrapped and dancing with Lu Ding’s motion.

Huangfu Lingyun’s heart sank in confusion.

Why?

Why was his power being led by Lu Ding’s power? Why had he lost control?!

Before he could think further—

Lu Ding shifted from soft to hard.

With a single palm strike—

The dragon’s roar shook the sky.

“ROAR!!!”

“Here. Take it back.”

The golden dragon, now tangled with the Sin Dragon,

Crashed straight into Huangfu Lingyun.

BOOM!!!

His body flew backward,

Smashed through two small courtyards—

Buried deep beneath rubble.

Not moving.

Barely visible—his eyeballs were rolling under half-lidded eyes.

He was furious.

Absolutely livid.

Once again, he had failed to beat Lu Ding—

And this time he’d even been defeated using his own move!

Humiliating!

But then again…

It wasn’t the first time.

Wasn’t too hard to accept.

Alright, fine.

Let’s call it Lu Ding’s win today.

I’ll just play dead, avoid the storm.

Next time—

Once my realm rises again—

I’ll challenge him again!

So long as I live—

I’ll never stop fighting!

Bai Hemen looked at the rubble-buried Huangfu Lingyun.

Is he pretending to be dead again?

“You can go check for yourself,”

Lu Ding replied casually.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Zhu Yixuan had been standing there for a while, holding a long case.

Bai Hemen nodded and flew toward Huangfu Lingyun.

Lu Ding, meanwhile—

Walked up to Zhu Yixuan.

His gaze dropped to the case in his hand.

That South Mountain Stone aura was leaking out in waves.

No need to guess—

This was the blade prepared for him.

“So fast? It’s done already?”

Zhu Yixuan nodded.

“South Mountain Stone is a naturally born divine material.

This blade uses it as the primary core.

Divine weapons should form naturally—human hands only assist.”

“In our Zhu family’s blade-forging tradition, when it comes to materials with spirit,

We follow nature’s rhythm.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be done so fast.

But maybe the blade couldn’t wait either.”

As he spoke, Zhu Yixuan offered the wooden case with a note:

“This blade is too sharp.

We couldn’t find a proper scabbard for it.”

Lu Ding watched as he slowly opened the case.

The moment the lid cracked open—

A blood-red mist flowed out like a ribbon.

The air was instantly saturated with sharpness.

Inside the case—

Lay a narrow, straight-edged blade.

Its entire body was blood red.

White lines ran through it, adding a cruel, cold edge.

The handle was a bleached leg bone—

The end where the femoral head should’ve been—

Now embedded with a miniature skull.

The red mist came from a blood-red ribbon—

Tied around the skull’s neck, flowing off the hilt.

Lu Ding didn’t even touch it yet.

But he already recognized—

That crimson color on the blade’s body—

Was the same blood splattered all over him when he had drilled into the South Mountain Stone.