First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 312: You Betray Like a Whe and Still Want a Virtue Badge? Who the H*ll Do You Think You Are?!

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"Feeding off the Great Han’s benefits while my Di family colludes with the Heavenly Truth Sect—this was disloyalty from the start."

"It was a mistake!"

"The Heavenly Truth Sect helped my Di family, which otherwise wouldn’t have been fit to continue in this era. If I betray them now, that would be injustice!"

"Also a mistake!"

"But I can’t make another mistake, can’t be someone disloyal and unjust."

"For disloyalty, 749 has come to punish me. That’s my retribution. At worst, I’ll atone with death—pay for my crimes with my life."

"For injustice, I can’t forgive myself, even if no one punishes me. If I died by 749’s hands today, I couldn’t rest in peace."

At this moment, Di Kongshan still didn’t know the Heavenly Truth Sect was already in shambles.

If he had known, maybe his choice would’ve been different.

But the outcome wouldn’t change—Lu Ding wasn’t going to let him live.

The voice from the jar said no more.

Every powerful man had his own kind of charisma.

Maybe that’s why he had befriended Di Kongshan in the first place.

"Old friend... safe travels. I’ll look after Di She for you."

Hearing that, Di Kongshan was content.

He nodded. "You and I are brothers to the death. What’s happening today might bring you trouble. I just wanted to say—I’m sorry, old friend."

"You’re the only one who can help me now."

"Thank you."

"Please remember to tell Di She—his grandfather has always been proud of him."

The sound of rushing water ceased.

Di Kongshan pressed the final inch of his hand seal firmly into place.

Mouth forming incantations, he uttered each word with solemnity.

"Corpse Realm—Coffin-Hanging Vine Sea!"

BOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!

Thick, massive tree roots, infused with spiritual energy, burst through soil and stone, shooting up into the heavens.

They wrapped around the entire Di estate.

Outside—

Lu Ding and the others found themselves sealed inside the vine-grown interior space.

He scanned the surroundings, then looked up.

The vines formed walls and sky, and above—

Hanging coffins of all sizes were suspended, leaking corpse qi.

A strange, sweet scent wafted through the air.

Those tangled roots weaved into a massive head high above, watching from the skies. The mouth moved—

"Esteemed investigators of 749, masters of Lionheart Temple—"

"I am Di Kongshan. This is my ultimate move—Coffin-Hanging Vine Sea. My true body cannot move and lies beneath the empty hill in the backyard of the Di estate."

"No one in my Di family escaped."

At that moment—

Wutian quietly added, "Be careful, Patron Lu. Di Kongshan is a Qi Refiner at Divine Mandate Ninth Layer."

"But he has attempted many breakthroughs and failed each time. His accumulated power likely far exceeds any typical Divine Mandate Ninth Layer."

As he spoke—

Di Kongshan’s voice continued to echo.

"I won’t argue right or wrong. What my Di family did was simply to preserve our bloodline."

"We have wronged the Great Han."

"I’ve lost. The near-hundred members of my Di family will die with me today—our lives in exchange for our sins. But if I win—"

The giant head in the sky locked eyes with Lu Ding, clearly the leader.

"Would you... consider..."

Wutian’s words overlapped with Di Kongshan’s, but Lu Ding clearly wasn’t listening to either.

"No. You betray like a btch and still want a virtue plaque? Who the hll do you think you are?!"

"Di Kongshan—get your *ss down here!!"

Dignity.

Lu Ding would offer it—

But not everyone was worthy of the dignity he gave.

It depended on who.

As he barked out the order, he swung a hundred-meter blade strike.

[Call of the Fallen Name] activated.

A thunderous rebuke.

It shook Di Kongshan’s mind into a brief daze.

The giant head above split cleanly in two from the slash.

An inhuman scream rang out.

The Vine Sea shook, the ground trembled.

Coffins, like overripe fruit, fell from above, smashing into the earth.

The coffins shattered—releasing corpse qi.

In a flash, it became a sea of corpses, surging in hundred-meter waves.

A red-clad corpse woman extended a beautiful ghostly hand, offering a crimson long blade.

Lu Ding grabbed it with his right hand.

Black smoke surged skyward.

Behind him, the phantom of the Sinful Dragon flickered like a glitching old television, frame by frame getting closer and larger.

Lu Ding raised his left hand, tightly gripping the Blood-Cold Frostblade.

Ever since Yan Feifan mentioned that fire-based spells were particularly effective against Wax Corpses—

Lu Ding had been thinking:

How can he make Torment Flame of Sin more lethal than just tossing fire around?

It didn’t take long.

With all the short videos and modern knowledge he'd absorbed—his brain instantly thought: fire enchantment.

Unity of man and technique—he constructed a working idea.

Didn’t take long.

Lu Ding figured out the core.

Maybe not clever—but it would be powerful!

He gripped the blade and slowly drew it across his palm. Flames flared.

The crimson Blood-Cold Frostblade glowed inch by inch like flowing magma—only deeper in color.

Lu Ding flicked the fire from the blade.

The long blade twirled in a wrist flourish, scattering flames.

Then—he stabbed it into the ground.

Spiritual energy surged in—

BOOM!!!

A wall of fire a hundred meters long blasted forward.

Everything in its path turned to ash.

The sea of Wax Corpses surged forward—

Only to be devoured by the fire like dry grass in autumn meeting a wildfire.

Wind fed the blaze—flames roared skyward.

In seconds, the sea of corpses was wiped clean.

Watching Lu Ding’s dominance—

Wutian opened his mouth, started to take off his Buddha beads—

Then quietly hung them back around his neck.

No need for martial means. He’d go the spiritual route.

Hands pressed together, lips moving in chant:

"In the Saha world and other realms, countless divine dragons and ghosts gather in the Trāyastriṃśa Heaven..."

Buddhist chants drifted gently through the air.

From underground, Yan Feifan poked his head out.

Face twisted as he looked at the scene before him.

Lu Ding charged ahead, blade in hand—

While the little monk Wutian stood still, chanting rites of passage.

Well then—

The whole lineup’s here.

One to kill. One to perform rites...

Division of labor couldn’t be clearer.

Only—wasn’t it a little early to start chanting before the killing was even done?

Yan Feifan stared for a moment.

Then slipped back into the ground—glug glug glug...

Brother Lu said—safety first.

Up ahead—

Lu Ding slashed with precision—his blade arcing with heat and fire.

Each cut took out a whole swath.

The coffins falling from the vine-covered roof couldn’t keep pace with the rate he was killing.

Each swing sent out a hundred-meter wave of flame and steel.

Each cut flowed into the next—like a max-level hack-and-slash game.

The motion—purely silky smooth.

Up in the air, his figure flipped like a hawk.

His crimson blade swept a fiery arc.

Hair fluttering in the wind, Lu Ding glanced to the side. His eyes flashed—inner eyelids peeled back.

Above, the giant head—just cleared of Way of the Jinche’s crushing blow and the daze from Call of the Fallen Name—

Regained clarity.

Eyes refocused.

And locked eyes with Lu Ding’s.

In that moment, symbols and gears turned within Lu Ding’s nictitating membrane.

Crack.

A bizarre corruptive force instantly crawled over the root-knotted head.

It began to twist and writhe grotesquely.

Finally—

Boom.

The massive head exploded.

The Vine Sea shriveled—vanished.