First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 90: The Corpse-Shattering Taishui = The Poem-Resolving Taishui

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A group of people below chimed in.

Speaking of Caojia Alley, one couldn't ignore the two Tianli Cult members who had been taken away by 749 this morning for spreading sacrificial rhinoceros powder.

When they saw the 749 personnel, their eyes instantly turned red.

"You're finally here! You’re finally here—waaahhh..."

"The local Cultivators of Qi in Bao Fan District are so rude! They ganged up on us! There were old spirits and rampant soldiers everywhere—no place to stand—waaahhh..."

"Over a hundred Cultivators of Qi... all just to beat up the two of us! And so many old spirits..."

"They even used extrajudicial punishment on us—waaahhh!"

"Freshly cooked yellow rice, force-fed to us with cold water, and they said it’s a local tradition—waaahhh..."

"This is clearly bullying! Just because I'm not from the north and don’t understand! Isn’t this the kind of punishment reserved for human traffickers..."

"...Please, just take us away. We confess. We’ll tell you everything..."

The 749 personnel were professionally trained and usually very disciplined. They normally wouldn’t laugh.

But now, they just couldn’t hold it in.

No matter how hard they tried, the corners of their mouths kept twitching with suppressed smiles.

Tianli Cult people actually had a day like this.

They couldn’t help but wonder—what exactly had Tang Bao and the others done to these two?

"Alright, alright, stop wailing. You’re still full of energy—if you can cry, you’re fine."

"My guts are almost cooked, Officer..."

"Not my f***ing problem. If you hadn’t stirred up trouble, would this have happened to you?"

After saying that, one of the personnel took out a silk banner from behind and handed it to the silent Tang Bao.

"Hall Master Tang, in appreciation for your defense of Bao Fan District last night, here’s a banner. After discussion, we’ve decided—all current members of Wuzang Shengshe are now officially external members of 749."

"From now on, we’ll provide you with special credentials and mobile phones."

At these words—

Tang Bao and the members of Wuzang Shengshe behind him grinned so hard their teeth were barely contained in their mouths.

They weren’t official members.

But if he said he was with 749, who would dare oppose him!!?

Not just in Bao Fan District—there wasn’t another group like them in all of Yunhai.

Tang Bao straightened his clothes and solemnly accepted the silk banner.

"Thank you to the organization, thank you to the leaders, and thank you, Brother Lu."

The 749 officer chuckled. "The one you should really thank is Investigator Lu. He personally called the Cleanup Department last night."

That was all that needed to be said. Tang Bao understood perfectly.

Verbal thanks were one thing, but as for Lu Ding—Tang Bao had truly taken this favor to heart.

Touching the silk banner in his hands, the satisfaction was even better than earning a billion.

It hadn’t been easy. It really hadn’t been easy.

He had actually led Wuzang Shengshe to legitimacy!!!

After the 749 staff left—

Tang Bao waved his hand grandly.

"Feast! Three full days! Everyone gets a share! Take out thirty million in red envelopes—hand them out! Give one to everyone you see!!!"

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About ten kilometers from the 749 Yunhai Headquarters, at the Lianhu Scenic Area—

Beneath white walls and black tiles—

Lu Ding, Bai Hemen, and Yan Feifan stood tall, all dressed in suits.

There was a meeting tonight, but the district was quiet. After last night's operation, all the monsters and demons had been wiped out in one fell swoop—peace was guaranteed for a while.

With today’s good weather—

The three of them decided to take a short trip somewhere nearby, to enjoy a bit of nature.

And to give Bai Hemen a more atmospheric setting to transcribe the works of great men.

"I'm ready."

Holding his brush, Bai Hemen spoke.

Then, Lu Ding’s voice rose with the breeze, rustling the leaves.

"Standing alone in the autumn chill, the Xiang River flows north, past the Orange Isle."

"Behold, the mountains are dyed red, forests aflame, the river a jade ribbon, a hundred boats racing."

Bai Hemen moved his brush across the page, his strokes powerful.

"Eagles cleave the sky, fish dart through the depths, all creatures revel in the frost-laden air."

At these words, Yan Feifan, who had been adjusting the camera, gathered Qi into his palm and pushed forward, lending strength to the breeze. Leaves swirled, making Lu Ding’s hair float lightly.

"With vast ambition, I ask—who commands the boundless land?"

"Once, I roamed with my peers, recalling the glorious days of youth."

Today was the 749 commendation meeting—there weren’t many scenic spots nearby, and this was the most famous one.

So many investigators had come here today.

Among them were Lu Ding’s former classmates, now 749 intern investigators—Liu Yun and Chu Hao—along with another renowned figure of 749, the Jade Guanyin, Tantai Xianyue.

Seeing a gathering of familiar faces ahead, they followed the crowd.

They overheard someone murmuring—

"The Corpse-Shattering Taishui—whoever came up with that nickname really nailed it. A perfect double entendre—solving corpses and solving poetry."

"A master of both the pen and the sword. No wonder he wore literary and martial sleeves yesterday."

"Who would’ve thought—Lu Ding, this ruthless guy, actually has this side to him. First, I thought, well, I’m not as strong as him—fine. Then I thought, my talent isn’t as high as his—fine. But now, even culturally, he’s on another level... this is getting hard to swallow."

"What, you gonna pull a typical side character move from a novel and challenge Lu Ding to a poetry duel?"

"Are you stupid? Compete with him in poetry? Of course not—I worship him."

"Good-looking, great poetry—one recites, one writes, one records... I kinda envy them. If only I could be one of them."

"F***, the more I think about it, the angrier I get. My friends and I are out here giving foot massages, while they’re composing poetry—no wonder they’re awesome."

Tantai Xianyue listened to their chatter—

As Lu Ding’s voice continued to flow.

"In the prime of youth, full of ambition, wielding words like swords, pointing to the future, igniting the world, scorning the noble houses of old!!"

"Do you remember? Striking the waves in the middle of the river, halting even flying boats."

As the last words fell—applause erupted.

Liu Yun and Chu Hao’s gazes shifted, their expressions relaxing as they fixed their eyes on him.

Suddenly, they felt—like he was worlds away.

The only chance for their paths to cross had already slipped through their fingers.

From here on, there would be no more opportunities—like two threads that met for a brief moment, only to diverge forever.

Regret filled their hearts.

But the world doesn’t sell regret pills.

Looking at Lu Ding, a fleeting thought crossed Chu Hao’s mind—perhaps, if he ever became famous one day, having once suffered a slash from Lu Ding would be an honor.

After all, up to now—

It seemed he was the only one who had survived a direct strike from Lu Ding.

Was that not, in itself, a kind of glory?

Lu Ding was aware of his colleagues gathering.

After finishing his recitation, he turned and smiled.

"Thank you."

Click—

Yan Feifan pressed the shutter.

Sunlight filtered through the forest leaves, casting dappled shadows—Lu Ding’s smile was so gentle.

At that moment, everyone thought—

When he was calm, he didn’t seem so terrifying...

As long as—

You didn’t disturb his peace.

Otherwise—

The gentle Lu Ding would turn around, and what you’d be facing would be—

749’s official investigator.

Bao Fan District's patrol officer.

The man who once slew a Linghai expert as a Zhaoxuan cultivator, heavily wounded a Si Ming master while still in Linghai—

The one they called—

The Corpse-Shattering Taishui—Lu Ding!!!