First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 309: Eight Guardian Deities, Earth-Walking Yaksha, Permission to Kill

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Yang the Carpenter began explaining.

"These past few days, the Di family’s been coming to ask for my help nonstop. From what they say, I’ve learned quite a bit about their situation."

"I won’t talk about what their family actually does—you two probably already know that."

"But there are some things you likely don’t know."

"This place, Xianshan Town, hasn’t had rain in a long time. Everywhere else gets rain, just not here. According to the local customs..."

"This means there’s a drought demon causing trouble."

"And by tradition, you have to drive the drought demon away."

"But there’s one thing I don’t really get. Back in my younger years, I traveled all over, so I know a bit about dealing with drought demons."

"But I’ve never heard of needing a carpenter to build a coffin for that... so something’s definitely fishy."

Yan Feifan and Lu Ding exchanged a glance.

A drought demon?

Bullsh*t.

Where the hell would a drought demon come from?

If the rain won’t fall, it’s probably a problem with the local feng shui or energy flow.

And that issue likely started with the Di family.

Lu Ding guessed—

It’s probably either the Wax Corpse or the Taishui Mine that’s causing it, messing up the energy channels and stopping the rain.

Or maybe both are to blame.

That’s how it ended up like this.

If they don’t use the excuse of “driving out a drought demon” to cover things up—

Once Bureau 749 gets wind of it, the Di family is royally screwed.

These days, in the Huangjiang River region, 749 has been going hard against those who colluded with the Heavenly Truth Sect.

The Di family’s probably been spooked.

But because of the Heavenly Truth Sect’s paranoia, they’ve been super cautious—operating separately, never meeting face to face, not knowing who’s who, just in case one slip blows the whole thing wide open.

Cautious, sure.

But who would've thought? Their groundwork was flawless, nothing wrong at all—

But then—

The problem came from the top.

Wasn’t dug up from below. It got yanked from above.

Where are you supposed to file a complaint about that?

Lu Ding nodded. “Thanks for the intel, Uncle Yang.”

They’d finished their meal, and now it was time to go. The Di family situation still needed handling.

Lu Ding didn’t like to drag things out.

Doesn’t matter who or what’s in the way.

If someone’s killing up top, then kill the killers.

Start from the top and slash your way to the bottom.

It’s all about time and efficiency.

After a brief chat, they said their goodbyes and set off.

Watching Lu Ding walk away—

The little girl held Yang the Carpenter’s big hand. “Grandpa, what’s 749?”

“749 is the strongest, most powerful organization in the Great Han. It’s a force that protects honest folks like us and upholds justice.”

“Then I wanna join 749 when I grow up!”

Yang the Carpenter laughed heartily. “Alright, when Yaoyao grows up, she’ll join 749 too. Come on, let’s pack our things.”

“Pack for what, Grandpa?”

“We’re moving. We can’t stay here. Great concealment hides in plain sight, but lesser concealment hides deep in the wilds. We’re going to Yunhai.”

From earlier chats, Yang the Carpenter had learned where Lu Ding came from.

He also knew that Lu Ding was the Patrol Officer of Baofan District in Yunhai.

Since that’s the case—

And he’d seen firsthand how Lu Ding operated—

The kid needs to go to school, can’t be a damn illiterate, needs modern education.

Before, Yang the Carpenter was too scared of old enemies to risk going to a big city.

But now, he’d made up his mind!

Go!

Straight to Yunhai, buy a place in Baofan District!

They’d live there from now on.

Sure, housing prices were high there, but he’d been a Qi Refiner for years—no way he’s broke.

He’s got money!

Buy it!

Just like Mencius’ mother moved three times for her son’s education, now Yang the Carpenter was moving to keep the family safe.

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Meanwhile—

The Di family.

Lately, it’s like they’ve had a string of bad luck.

First, their in-house carpenter had an accident. He was too old and tried to break through a cultivation barrier—ended up failing.

Now, the Di family couldn’t get new coffins. And for Wax Corpses, without proper coffins for storage, the earth’s qi would slowly corrode them. Without coffin wood’s neutralizing effect, the corpse would start oozing oil over time.

Once the corpse wax melts, it mutates into a zombie.

Zombies carry strong baleful energy, which clashed with the Taishui Mine’s force, messing up the region and stopping the rain.

It wasn’t that big of a deal at first.

But right now, 749’s people were causing chaos all over the Huangjiang River region—

The Di family didn’t dare take risks. What if 749 caught a whiff of this?

If word got out, they’d be done for.

They tried asking for help from the Heavenly Truth Sect, but there was no reply.

What they didn’t know was that the Heavenly Truth Sect had already been hit.

Because they used to keep minimal contact for secrecy, now they had no idea what was going on.

Now, all kinds of sh*t were piling up.

And on top of that, they had to deal with monks sniffing around like bloodhounds.

The Di Family Head, Di Chang, was getting a massive headache.

He rubbed his temples—

Cursing those damn monks from Lionheart Temple.

Bald donkeys, nothing better to do, acting like they’re the saviors of the world.

The people from 749 hadn’t even come sniffing yet, but these monks already showed up.

Seeing him stay silent—

The eerie little monk in white robes, with a red mark on his brow, raised a hand in greeting.

“Patron Di, I asked you something just now. You haven’t answered me yet.”

Di Chang was cursing inside, but wore a kind, helpless smile. “I really don’t know what baleful energy you’re talking about.”

“Patron Di, this humble monk clearly saw the baleful energy coming from your family estate. How could you not know?”

“How about you let me follow the trail I saw, just take a peek inside? If everything’s fine, I’ll leave right away.”

Wutian said this with genuine sincerity.

Di Chang’s face darkened a bit.

Then the one playing bad cop stepped out: “Little monk, this is the Di family you’re talking to. Don’t you think you’re being a little disrespectful?”

Wutian ignored him and kept his gaze on Di Chang. “So the answer is no? You’re not letting me in, is that it, Patron Di?”

Di Chang forced a smile. “It’s not proper. There’s no precedent. You’re not an enforcer from 749—you can’t just barge in because you feel like it.”

Wutian understood.

So that’s how it is.

He removed the jade Buddha beads from around his neck and tucked them into his robes.

He raised his hand in a Buddhist salute and bowed.

“Amitabha.”

Everyone looked confused.

Why was he suddenly being all courteous?

The next second—

He straightened up, formed a hand seal, and spiritual energy surged.

“Eight Guardian Deities—Earth-Walking Yaksha, Permission to Kill! Engage the enemy—do not kill!”

As he spoke, the space around them seemed to freeze.

Ripples spread behind Wutian, and the sound of metal grinding filled the air.

A claw!!

Broke through the ripple—

Like a mirror shattering.

A savage aura gushed out, thick black smoke billowing. As soon as the blood-red horns peeked out—

A long, slender finger reached out and grabbed Wutian’s shoulder.

“All right, monk, this ain’t your show anymore. Your wind-up took too long. Go play somewhere else.”

Wutian’s expression froze.

When did this happen!?

How could it!?

In his moment of shock—

Lu Ding stomped the ground. The earth quaked. Waves of flame burst forth, leaving everything scorched in their wake.

Whoever or whatever got touched—was instantly turned to charcoal.

【Torment Flame of Sin】 made its debut in this world—

And it did not disappoint.

The stench of scorched flesh filled the air.