I'm a Butcher, a Classic Ten-Year Lone Bamboo!

That afternoon, in the backyard of the pork butcher shop.

"Boss, have you seen my big, bright yellow Spirit Ring?" Qin Qi stood before the butcher and the others, displaying his Spirit Ring with his head held high.

"A, a Spirit Ring? You've already become a Spirit Master!"

"Aren't you only in the first grade?"

"A genius! A genius has emerged from our butcher shop!"

The crowd stared at Qin Qi's Spirit Ring with expressions of utter astonishment; although they were not Spirit Masters themselves, they knew enough about them to realize that obtaining a Spirit Ring at such a young age meant his future was bound to be limitless.

"Master Spirit Master, what is your intention in showing us your Spirit Ring?" The butcher looked at Qin Qi with a grave expression, wondering if Qin Qi was planning to use his status to bully them.

"What do I want to do? I want to slaughter pigs!"

"Before, when I wasn't a Spirit Master, you treated me like an errand boy. Now that I am a Spirit Master, I want to start slaughtering pigs!" Qin Qi declared. If he had continued working normally, he estimated it would have taken a long time before he was allowed to handle the slaughtering. But things were different now; he was a Spirit Master, and he could finally do it.

"Ah, this..." The butcher and the others exchanged glances, their eyes filled with confusion, bewilderment, and a touch of helplessness.

"This kid... what a good kid!"

"Even though his first thought upon becoming a Spirit Master was to throw his weight around, he only did it to go from an errand boy to a butcher."

"I really can't tell if this is good or bad." The butcher and his men were caught between laughter and tears; to be a Spirit Master and still be obsessed with slaughtering pigs—truly, this country boy was honest to a fault.

"Master Spirit Master, slaughtering a pig is no simple matter. It isn't something you automatically learn just because you've become a Spirit Master."

"It requires years of practice to master," the butcher said, looking at Qin Qi.

"It's no trouble. Just hold this pig down, and I'll show you what I can do," Qin Qi said, pointing to the pig that had just been brought over.

"This..." The helpers looked toward the butcher, their eyes seeking guidance.

"Since Master Spirit Master has said so, men, get to work." The butcher shook his head, assuming Qin Qi just found the idea fun and wanted to try it out. He figured that once Qin Qi actually got his hands on the knife, he would realize how troublesome it was and give up.

"Master Spirit Master, here is your knife." The butcher reached out and offered the pointed blade used for bleeding the animal.

"No need, I'll just use my Pig-Slaughtering Knife." Qin Qi drew the Pig-Slaughtering Knife the butcher had given him from his waist and walked over to the pig.

"Sigh." The butcher let out a breath. The key to bleeding a pig was speed, precision, and ruthlessness; using a broad-backed Pig-Slaughtering Knife made that nearly impossible.

"Everyone, hold it steady," the butcher instructed his helpers. If Qin Qi failed to kill it in one strike, the wounded pig would surely struggle violently.

"Understood." The helpers braced themselves, pinning the pig down with all their might.

"Alright, begin." As the butcher watched the Pig-Slaughtering Knife in Qin Qi's hand, a thought suddenly struck him.

"Where was that knife kept just now? I didn't see it at all!" The butcher was stunned. Although he had watched Qin Qi pull the blade from his waist, he looked at Qin Qi's waist now and couldn't see any place where such a thing could have been concealed.

"Puchi!" Qin Qi activated the Transparent World, and the pig became translucent in his perception. He gripped the Pig-Slaughtering Knife tightly and, with blinding speed, thrust it directly into the pig's body, severing its heart.

Because the movement was so fast, the people around him didn't react, and neither did the pig. By the time everyone realized what had happened, the pig was already dead, and its still-warm blood began to flow out.

"So, so fast!"

"Clean and efficient! Even cleaner and more efficient than Brother Butcher's own handiwork!"

"The pig didn't even react; it didn't even have time to struggle!"

After the helpers regained their senses, they looked at Qin Qi, their eyes filled with undisguised shock.

"A single strike to end its life!"

The butcher looked at Qin Qi, his shock even greater; he had been slaughtering pigs his entire life.

He had never seen such clean and efficient blade work!

"Alright, once the bleeding is finished, proceed with the next steps."

Qin Qi checked the progress of the Eighteen Pig-Slaughtering Styles on his Proficiency Panel, focusing his attention on it.

After the percentage, decimal points began to appear, extending further and further until Qin Qi finally saw a change.

After this entire pig-slaughtering process, his proficiency had increased slightly.

"Yes!"

Hearing Qin Qi's words, the others hurriedly began to help. Once tasks like scraping the hair and opening the carcass were done, it was time to divide the meat.

Holding the Pig-Slaughtering Knife, Qin Qi could perceive every muscle fiber of the pig clearly under the Transparent World.

He moved his blade along the grain, his movements flowing like clouds and water, completed in one breath!

"Good, so smooth!"

"It's truly satisfying to watch!"

"This blade technique... even my old man couldn't compare to this kid!"

Watching Qin Qi slaughter the pig, the crowd felt as if they were watching an artistic performance; the fluidity was comforting to behold.

It was just like modern people watching stress-relief videos—the smoothness was incredibly therapeutic!

After the pig was slaughtered, Qin Qi wiped the Pig-Slaughtering Knife clean, then with a flick of his hand, he put it away.

"Boss, how was it? My craft is decent, right?"

Qin Qi asked with a smile.

"Decent? It's definitely more than decent!"

The butcher couldn't help but give Qin Qi a thumbs up.

"From now on, you'll help with the slaughtering."

"Your monthly salary will be raised to one Silver Spirit Coin, and you'll receive an extra bonus for every pig you slaughter!"

After praising Qin Qi, the butcher offered new terms; it wasn't a huge amount, but it was significantly more than before.

"Then thank you, Boss."

Qin Qi smiled. The money wasn't much, but his main purpose for slaughtering pigs here was to train his Observation Method and precision.

At the same time, he wanted to get used to the feeling of taking a life, keeping himself calm during the act of killing; earning money was only a secondary goal.

That afternoon, the Grandmaster took Tang San to the Soul Hunting Forest to hunt for a Martial Soul.

The Grandmaster showed his token to the guards and took the opportunity to explain to Tang San just how precious his token was.

Upon entering the Soul Hunting Forest, the Grandmaster summoned his Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao.

"Teacher, is this your Martial Soul? But shouldn't a beast Martial Soul be possessed?"

Although Tang San had seen Luo Sanpao before, he pretended it was his first time seeing it, while also asking the question that had been on his mind.

"Because my Martial Soul is a mutated one, though it mutated in a negative direction."

"When it awakened, my innate Spirit Power was only half a level; otherwise, how could I be the way I am now?"

"No matter how hard I try, my Spirit Power can never break through level thirty in this lifetime, so I can only focus on researching Martial Soul theory."

A bitter smile touched the Grandmaster's lips as he secretly observed Tang San's reaction.

"I'm sorry, Teacher, for bringing up your painful memories."

Deep down, Tang San felt dissatisfied with Yu Xiaogang's behavior of blaming everything on his Martial Soul.

He constantly preached that there were no useless Martial Souls, only useless Spirit Masters, yet every word out of his mouth now was blaming his own Martial Soul for being trash.

Despite his dissatisfaction, Tang San said nothing. He lowered his head to hide his emotions and spoke.

"Hmm... it's alright, I'm used to it."

The Grandmaster said, "Alright, let's not talk about that. I'll take you to hunt for your Martial Soul."

"Yes, Teacher."

Tang San replied.

The two searched the Soul Hunting Forest for a while before finding a ten-year-old Lone Bamboo!