First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 315: Cured-Flesh Threading Technique — One Step Closer to the Black Hell of Death

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“But there’s one thing—Di She likes going to the same butcher shop the Tianli Sect frequents.”

“And that butcher shop—on the surface, it deals in spirit beast meat. But behind the scenes, it moves black-market goods.”

Lu Ding understood some of the underlying nuance, but still asked,

“No local regulations in place?”

Yan Feifan replied, “According to supplementary info from the Bureau, Heishuifang doesn’t have strict regulations.”

“If it’s not too over-the-line, they just turn a blind eye.”

Everything has its limits.

No one can make every corner of the world shine.

Even rats and cockroaches need the dark to survive, don’t they?

If you sweep everything clean, you’re cutting off people’s livelihood.

You’ve got to leave them a little space to survive.

Back when the Han was in peril, it wasn’t just the noble sects who stepped in to help.

Now that the Han is strong again, you can’t just turn around and drive these people out.

That would be low.

If even the bandits of Dahesha can be given a chance, then these folks deserve one too—as long as they don’t go full Di family on things.

But there was something else in Yan Feifan’s words that Lu Ding picked up on.

“Too over-the-line, you say?”

“There is. That Huang family butcher shop—the regulation on its black market activities is: don’t go too dark.”

“But that place… they sell anything, meat or spirit. And the people stationed in Heishuifang… well, there might be some entanglements. I said might, Lu-ge.”

“That’s just my personal opinion.”

As he said it, he tapped the law enforcement recorder on his chest.

Lu Ding couldn’t help but chuckle.

He got it. Of course he got it.

Too much purity, and nothing survives.

So far, the 749 teams in different regions had all seemed pretty decent.

But that didn’t mean everyone was squeaky clean—sometimes you find something that looks like a peanut but isn’t.

Look at Xitong 749, they’ve got people like Guan Long.

Can you really say he’s entirely wrong?

Lu Ding wasn’t the nosy type.

This wasn’t Yunhai 749’s jurisdiction.

He had no place sticking his nose in.

If the folks below were cutting corners, and the ones above didn’t call them out, then they probably hadn’t crossed any red lines.

Otherwise, they’d have been dealt with already.

“Well, if that’s the case, let’s stick to our own business. If we can find Di She through one of the other two factions—”

“Then we won’t go to the Huang butcher shop.”

“If not, we’ll talk again.”

Lu Ding knew his own temper—he wasn’t great at holding back. That Huang shop? The way it sounded, it was probably arrogant as h**l.

If he went there and caused a scene, it’d just create more trouble for everyone.

So, better to avoid it if they could.

Live and let live.

Do your own job well.

“Feifan, send word. Have someone come deal with the cleanup.”

They had to bring the spoils back.

That giant Corpse-Oil Tree—

Lu Ding could already picture the Bureau giving him reward options.

For treasures like this, the Bureau typically offered two reward models:

One: Buyout. A one-time payout of a large number of contribution points.

Two: Revenue-sharing. You’d get a percentage of future profits generated from the Corpse-Oil Tree. Smaller short-term payout, but steady long-term income.

The longer the tree lived, the more you'd earn. One tree could last three generations—even after you’re gone, it keeps giving.

Lu Ding, of course, would go with the buyout. One lump sum, convert it into cultivation resources, and push his realm.

By the time that slow trickle started dripping out, he might be off doing his second career already.

As for Yan Feifan’s share—who knew?

“Got it, Lu-ge. I’ll send a notice, report the general situation, and arrange local cooperation.”

Yan Feifan stepped aside to make the call.

Lu Ding withdrew his gaze from the Corpse-Oil Tree.

Then turned to inspect his Golden Finger.

He’d just killed a load of Wax Corpses.

Along with earning a new spell and a ton of colorless crystal shards—

Lu Ding also unlocked another way to use his Golden Finger.

Stacking.

Same-source stacking.

Didn’t matter who those Wax Corpses were before they died—once they ended up in the Di family’s hands, they were just Wax Corpses.

So they were from the same source.

Unlike fusing two similar spells, stacking applied to killing identical monsters—each additional kill boosted the power of the original spell, increasing its cap.

Quantity led to quality. But there was a limit. After all, no matter how well you grow an orange, it’s never going to be a watermelon.

[Contained Monster: Wax Corpse]

[Containment Reward: Wax-Flesh Corpse-Making Technique]

[Wax-Flesh Corpse-Making: Can mummify living beings into dried corpses]

This was the original spell Lu Ding got before stacking.

It had similar principles to the Di family’s corpse-making techniques.

But it was a process—step-by-step, time-consuming, needing specific stages and waiting periods.

After same-source stacking, however—

It became this:

*[Contained Monster: Wax Corpse (Same-Source Stack Max)]

[Containment Reward: Cured-Flesh Threading Technique]

[Cured-Flesh Threading: Uses secret methods to divide spiritual energy into invisible threads. Once rooted in the enemy’s body and yanked, it instantly extracts all bodily fluids, mummifying them alive into jerky.]

The whole process? Skipped.

With precise secret arts, the spiritual energy was turned into threads, which pulled out every drop of blood and moisture in the enemy—turning a living person into dry meat in seconds.

And when the threads yanked, they’d destroy internal structure, turning the mummified corpse into scattered jerky on the ground.

Lu Ding’s evaluation? Brutal—but stylish!

Just imagine it—

In battle, he’d lift a hand, thread would pierce the enemy’s body, yank hard—

Blood sprayed into the shape of their body before splattering to the ground.

And the victim? Frozen stiff.

Lu Ding would turn and walk away—

Behind him, the enemy collapsed into a carpet of jerky.

Elegant. Timeless.

That’s exactly the kind of spell Lu Ding wanted—devastating yet graceful.

Perfect.

Effortless and authentic.

He could flex with it. And the enemy? Could get “flexed” too.

Tsk… perfection.

And even better—

Spell: Black Hell of Death—another piece of the puzzle complete.

[Black Hell of Death (3/5): Corpse-Roasting Execution, Snake-Slug-Toad Pit, Cured-Flesh Threading]

Just two more spells, and he’d complete his first truly lethal Black Hell spell.

Sure, White Hui Scale-Shake was technically a spell too—

But it lacked killing power. No flash, no flair.

At best, it was a “legal” move.

“This trip was totally worth it.”

Lu Ding said, eyes falling on the three collected spells of Black Hell of Death.

Each one corresponded to a historical torture method:

Roasting, Poison Pit, and Flesh-Curing.

Who knew what the final two would be?

Lu Ding couldn’t help feeling a little excited.

Just then, Yan Feifan finished his call.

“Lu-ge, I’ve sent the notice. They’ll be here shortly. Once we hand things over, we can head out to Heishuifang.”

“Alright. Let’s do a sweep first—gather up all the valuable stuff.”

With that—

The two of them got to work, dividing tasks and cleaning up the battlefield.

From underground to above.

Their eyes were practically spinning from it all.

But there was one problem—

Neither of them had learned Appraisal.

A lot of stuff looked like trash, but was actually treasure—just self-concealed.

Ah!

This was where Wutian came in handy again.

Just as Lu Ding was holding a colorful basin, unsure if it was treasure or trash—

Wutian walked up and said, “Amitabha. Benefactor Lu, that item in your hand is a low-grade magic tool. It has some value, but nothing impressive.”