First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 91: Brother Lu, I’m Planning to Write Your Story into a Novel

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A group of colleagues gathered around, chatting with Lu Ding.

He didn’t turn anyone away, casually engaging in small talk.

Occasionally, they exchanged contact information and snapped a few photos.

Watching all this, Tantai Xianyue couldn’t help but think—since when did Cultivators of Qi start acting like celebrity fans?

She had received similar treatment before, but in terms of enthusiasm, numbers, and sheer popularity, she was nowhere near Lu Ding’s level.

But she understood—there was no way she could compare.

Was this even a human?

This guy was basically an incubus, radiating an endless, irresistible charm.

From top to bottom, inside and out—whether it was his looks or his power—there wasn’t a single flaw to be found.

Too perfect.

So perfect it felt like he was existing on an entirely different plane from everyone else.

Tantai Xianyue didn’t push forward to join the crowd.

She just stood there, watching.

As for why she didn’t leave—well, if Lu Ding really was a charm demon, what made her think she could escape unscathed?

Nighttime.

749 Grand Hall.

The crowd escorted Lu Ding inside.

After taking their seats, they saw that there was still some time before the meeting started.

Yan Feifan leaned over and started chatting.

"Brother Lu, I’ve been thinking—everything that’s happened recently feels just like a novel."

Lu Ding looked over. "Why do you say that?"

"Look at it this way—starting with that kid Tong Yong. If we hadn’t gotten involved, he probably would’ve handled whatever was on Miss Ji, but then he’d have caught Ling Gu’s attention. By a stroke of luck—if this were a novel, wouldn’t the Wind-Fixing Pearl be his?"

Following standard novel tropes, this definitely would’ve been a classic 'treasure delivery' scenario.

Lu Ding nodded. "If we’re going by clichés, then yeah."

"And then, I found something while reviewing reports—you won’t believe this, but guess who arrested Tong Yong? That hot-tempered security officer from Wuzang Shengshe. In novel terms, the ‘fiery female officer’—that’s gotta be a love interest, right?"

"Who knows, maybe later on, Tong Yong will try to save her and end up clashing with Wuzang Shengshe."

"Sure, the three Tang brothers have powerful old spirits backing them, but Tong Yong’s got some pretty strong ones too. And honestly, the Tang brothers don’t really have any intention of killing that female officer."

"So if Tong Yong goes there, they’d probably just give him some face—sounds exactly like something Tang Bao would do. And using that opportunity…"

"Maybe Tang Bao even recruits him into Wuzang Shengshe or makes him an ally. That way, he gets deeper into the Cultivator of Qi world, uses Wuzang Shengshe’s resources to snatch the Wind-Fixing Pearl, and bam—plot logic closed."

Lu Ding felt the urge to laugh. Yan Feifan’s train of thought was as wild as ever.

Then he kept going—

"And then there’s Ye Xuan. The place where he dealt with the White-Furred Hou? Right near Dinghao Complex. And all those freaky monsters lurking in Dinghao Complex? Probably scared off by him."

"Plus, he was already planning to open that tomb. Who knows, maybe he’s the one who ends up taking out the Living Shed Corpse."

"But unlike you, Brother Lu—"

"When you destroyed that thing, didn’t you shatter the mask along with its body?"

"But if Ye Xuan ends up with that mask…"

"The missing husband of the complainant, Ms. Cheng, worked for a Sihai Group subsidiary. So by following this chain of events, it’s not impossible for them to cross paths later on."

"And that general—what if he ends up mistaking Ye Xuan for his own commander?"

Lu Ding’s smile was starting to crack.

Yan Feifan quickly added, "I’m serious, Brother Lu! It’s ridiculous, but it actually makes sense!"

"Think about it—the general sees Ye Xuan as his commander. Meanwhile, Ye Feng went to Caojia Alley, and he seems pretty close to them."

"But Ye Feng has never come down himself, which means it’s not him who has a good relationship with Caojia Alley—it’s Daheshan."

"They’re both from Daheshan. If Ye Feng can go, Ye Xuan definitely can too. That means sooner or later, he’ll get involved with Cao Yuan."

"Cao Yuan’s mom? She brought in those vampires. And Cao Yuan himself has ambitions regarding Sihai Group."

"And considering how much Ye Xuan is into Sister Shunan, if you flip it around, once Cao Yuan’s mom finds out about Ye Xuan, she might try to rope him in."

"Judging from his personality, something could totally happen between them."

"And then we’d have the classic ‘auntie sees the light’ arc, with Ye Xuan leading a group of undead soldiers to fight vampires."

"I see you as a brother, but you’ve got your eyes on my mom."

The thought made Lu Ding struggle to keep a straight face.

"It does sound like a novel—totally absurd, but there’s structure, and even some selling points. But honestly, I doubt many people would read it. No one’s got the patience for this level of brain-dead storytelling."

"Plus, those two characters’ personalities? Complete idiots."

Yan Feifan agreed the plot was trash.

But that was fine.

"That’s why we have you, Brother Lu! The moment you step in, the story stops being garbage."

"With you around, it’s all about curb-stomping the dumbass protagonist and punching the ridiculous plotlines into shape. If I were a reader, and I got to experience the story from your perspective? That would be satisfying as hell."

Lu Ding laughed. "Sure, satisfying as hell. Honestly, if you weren’t a Cultivator of Qi, you could totally make a fortune writing novels with this imagination."

Yan Feifan leaned back, arms crossed.

"Exactly. Once I’m old, or if my cultivation gets stuck, I’ll write novels. And I’ll base them all on your achievements, Brother Lu. The readers will love it."

"I even have a title in mind."

That piqued Lu Ding’s interest. "What is it?"

"Lu Ding Ji." (The Chronicles of Lu Ding)

Lu Ding: ……

"You…"

"Hmm…?"

"Don’t use that title. I’m begging you."

It wasn’t bad, exactly.

But hearing those three words together gave Lu Ding an inexplicable sense of secondhand embarrassment.

"Fine, fine. What should I change it to?"

Yan Feifan sat there, arms folded, lost in thought.

He was seriously considering this.

As more people arrived, the lights dimmed.

A staff member holding a microphone stepped onto the stage.

"As per tradition—after the Ghost Festival ends, and once this meeting is over, in a few days we’ll have our annual ‘Year-One Combat Trials.’ So tonight, let’s set the mood."

"Now, this year’s Ghost Festival fell on the fifteenth—right in the seventh month—the time of the ‘Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts.’"

Dun!

Eerie music played, setting a chilling atmosphere.

"It is the time when Yin spirits travel, and Yang beings must make way—starting from Wenqiu, ending in Fengyang."

Two beams of light shone down, illuminating the seats of the patrol officers from Wenqiu and Fengyang Districts.

On the large screen, the image split into four, showing the faces of the four patrol officers.

Two looked awkward.

Two smiled faintly.

Clap! The music surged, the tempo quickening.

The presenter strode to the side, each step echoing loudly over the sound system.

"From Wenqiu District’s Yuanfeng Crematorium—drums and flutes played, the suona leading the way, bringing gusts of Yin wind! Look at those pale faces—black, red, yellow, green—but mostly… white."

"Black from burning, red from suffocation, yellow from drowning, green from poison—and white… the color of the dead."