First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 311: Anyone Can Tear Down the Heavenly Truth Sect—Except My Di Family

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Wutian had almost thought he was going to be fed to a demon today.

But as he carefully attuned himself—

He realized there wasn’t a single trace of discomfort.

There was no conflict whatsoever with his Buddhist nature or spiritual energy.

Wutian came to a halt, momentarily baffled.

This didn’t quite line up with what the Buddhist scriptures said... not at all...

The man before him was real.

And not only that—he was an investigator from 749.

If he had committed endless atrocities, why would 749 take him in?

Why didn’t Wutian’s spiritual energy react to him?

The only questionable thing here was... the scriptures themselves!?

Could the scriptures be wrong!?

Were the Buddhist scriptures actually wrong!?

For the first time, Wutian began to doubt Buddhism.

His thoughts churned in chaos.

The scriptures were full of prohibitions—this forbidden, that taboo.

But hadn’t his master broken the precepts to save lives and earned the reverence of the people?

So... wrong? But also... right?

Later, after joining Lionheart Temple, the scriptures he studied were different again...

And now, they contradicted themselves once more...

Could it be that even Lionheart Temple’s scriptures weren’t the true scriptures?

Was that why they were flawed?

Wutian had lived with two temples and held two identities.

Once, he was an ordinary man named Wutian. Now, he was Wutian the Qi Refiner and Buddha’s Disciple.

As a commoner, he studied one version of the scriptures.

As a Qi Refiner, he studied another—broader and more complete.

It was because of this experience—

That seeing someone like Lu Ding, who so clearly contradicted the scriptures—

Wutian’s first thought was: could it be that even the current scriptures are flawed...?

He didn’t know. He couldn’t figure it out...

The great edifice of his belief began to sway.

Lost in thought, Lu Ding walked up.

“What’s wrong?”

From the outside, it looked like Lu Ding was just asking a question.

But from Wutian’s perspective—

It was the colossal divine being seated atop the Jade Capital itself that was speaking.

A thunderous blow to the mind.

His ears buzzed; he snapped back to reality.

His face turned pale.

Wutian staggered and gasped for breath, cold sweat soaking his monk’s robes.

He raised a hand to stop others from coming over. “I’m fine, I’m fine.”

That’s what he said.

But inside, Wutian’s heart was surging with shock.

If Lu Ding hadn’t spoken just then—

He might’ve fallen into demonic deviation.

No one else here could’ve pulled him back.

Because none of them possessed that divine-demonic majesty—that overwhelming might.

Lu Ding had saved his life.

Lu Ding didn’t ask further.

Wutian resumed leading the way, but slowed his pace and began making conversation.

“Forgive my rudeness, may I ask your name, Patron? I saw that you entered my casting space unnoticed—it truly shocked me.”

“So I’ve developed a desire to befriend you, and I hope you’ll pardon this monk’s intrusion.”

Who says this monk’s dumb?

He’s sharp—razor sharp.

Lu Ding found the words quite pleasant. With a background like Wutian’s, it was hard to hold any ill will toward him.

“I’m Lu Ding, an investigator from Yunhai’s 749.”

Lu Ding was a well-known figure, but monks like Wutian, who didn’t get out much, hadn’t heard of him.

This also wasn’t Yunhai 749’s usual jurisdiction. Lu Ding was only here because the Heavenly Truth Sect fell under Yunhai’s casework.

Wutian silently committed the name to memory. “I am Wutian, a humble monk of Lionheart Temple. Greetings, Patron Lu.”

“No need to be so formal.”

Their group picked up the pace.

Meanwhile—

In the Di family’s secret underground chamber—

A towering corpse-oil tree stood tall.

The Di family’s patriarch, Di Kongshan, now half-tree and half-human, sat upon a grand master’s chair.

He slowly lifted his head.

A cold gleam flickered in his eyes.

When he opened his mouth, sharp fangs showed, and a cloud of foul corpse air spilled out.

“Hahahahaha... if I just had a little more time... just a bit more time, I could’ve stabilized the corpse baleful qi and restored everything.”

“After that, I could slowly find a decent carpenter, and everything could return to normal... Why won’t they give me a chance...”

“749... oh, 749... you really are forcing people to the edge...”

“For my Di family to rise to where we are today wasn’t easy. We started from nothing, flourished in chaos. Why is it that in this era of peace, there’s no place left for us?”

The corpse-oil tree’s roots sprawled across the entire Di estate.

So Di Kongshan had felt everything that happened above.

Now, he could feel someone approaching.

He didn’t need to guess who.

He raised his only remaining human-looking arm.

Formed a hand seal—slowly.

Around him, the tree roots twisted like living creatures.

While casting the seal, Di Kongshan spoke softly: “Old friend... I’ve never asked you for anything before. Today, I beg you—take in my grandson, Di She.”

“My Di family may not survive this day.”

“My poor daughter died young, and she never told anyone who the boy’s father was. The child grew up unloved, suffering through life... his fate is cruel...”

“He’s with you now—please, don’t let him come back. Tell him... tell him I said it.”

“Tell him to focus on cultivating. Don’t return until he reaches the Earth Survey Realm. Tell him the family is fine. No need to worry.”

In the space, the sound of rushing water echoed.

A voice rumbled, emotionless: “Who is it?”

Di Kongshan smiled bitterly. “749. Can you afford to mess with them?”

The water roared louder.

The voice fell silent for a long time, then replied, “No, I can’t.”

“But I warned you—don’t get involved with the Heavenly Truth Sect. It was bound to end badly. You wouldn’t listen... and now... sigh...”

Di Kongshan shook his head. “If we didn’t, the Di family was on a slow death path. But betting on the Heavenly Truth Sect gave us a sliver of hope.”

“Hope is something you have to gamble for. We gambled—and lost.”

“We’ve got no one to blame.”

The voice became agitated. “If you ask me, just sell out the Heavenly Truth Sect. They’re scum anyway. Don’t take the fall alone. Be honest, cooperate—maybe they’ll go easy on you.”

“Worst case, you rot in prison—but at least you’ll live.”

Di Kongshan’s face turned stern.

“No.”

“The Heavenly Truth Sect isn’t righteous, I’ll give you that.”

“But they saved my Di family. That’s a fact.”

“They didn’t coerce me. They didn’t bribe me. I chose to work with them.”

“If not for them, my Di family would’ve long been wiped out.

Anyone can tear down the Heavenly Truth Sect—

But not my Di family.”