Let You Practice Life Skills, You Grind to Godhood - Part 1

You're trained in Life Skills, but you've become a god!

By: Lazy Sleeper

Synopsis: Demonic creatures darken the sky, and false gods sit enthroned in temples. Qin An transmigrated and awakened Life Skills. [Butcher: Mastered Blade Techniques] [Scholar: Enhanced Comprehension] [Blacksmith: Dragon-Slaying Strength] ... These Life Skills became the foundation for his survival in this world of demons and monsters. His blade techniques cleave through yin and yang chaos. His studies illuminate the laws of heaven and earth. His smithing forged a golden body of power. Under the horrified gaze of gods and buddhas filling the sky, a mortal, once seen as an ant, rewrites the world in unbelievable ways. Years later, the corpses of demons and gods pile up to form a throne. Qin An lightly strokes his dulled blade. "They're just Life Skills." The demons cry out in sorrow. "You call that being a Butcher? That was clearly a world-splitting slash!" "You understood a thousand years of heritage in three days? You say that's from reading?" "Smithing can suppress a nine-headed dragon?" A flame ignites in Qin An's palm. "My esteemed friends, please don't rush. Today, I've newly comprehended the alchemy technique—take a look at this Six Ding Divine Fire; does it meet your approval?"

Da Gan Nation, Ding County. "Two pounds of meat, half fat, half lean, finely chopped into mince." "Little Qin, the Wang family is a prominent household. Wouldn't your butchering skills be better suited for a position there?" "You're not willing? Suit yourself. If it weren't for your skill, I wouldn't have come looking for you." The old man, leaning on his cane, huffed and puffed as he left the alley. Qin An picked up a black rag and wiped the grease from his hands. Black text appeared before his eyes. [Butcher Lv. 2 (200/200): The livestock you butcher become slightly more delicious.] [Promotion Requirement: Butcher one Qi Concealment Realm demonic creature.] [Talent: None] [Gain a talent every three levels.] Qin An looked at the text before him, rubbing his temples with a troubled expression. "Demonic creatures, where am I supposed to find demonic creatures?" Half a month ago, Qin An struck it rich and transmigrated to Ding County, becoming a butcher there and gaining a golden finger. This golden finger was a small game Qin An played in his past life, called Strongest Life Profession. Just as the name suggested, one obtained Life Skills and gained proficiency through constant practice, awakening a talent every three levels. After reaching the peak of the first level, the requirement to break through was to butcher twenty pigs. But after Qin An reached the peak of level two, he was told to butcher a Qi Concealment Realm demonic creature. Da Gan Nation was not peaceful. Demonic creatures were rampant, false gods emerged everywhere, and even cultivators walked among them. Not long ago, a Pig Demon wreaked havoc in a village in Ding County. The Pig Demon hid in the pigsty and devoured half the villagers. The news spread like wildfire. When Qin An heard about it, he immediately abandoned the idea of seeking out a Qi Concealment Realm demonic creature. Ding County was dangerous, and the common folk were weak and suffering. The Butcher profession at peak level two was not strong. Besides making the meat he butchered taste better, it offered no other benefits. Asking him to butcher a demonic creature was simply a pipe dream. Because of this, his Butcher profession had been stuck at peak level two for a long time. A few pounds of meat were displayed on his stall. The half-pig had already been sold by Qin An. It was time to pack up.

Thanks to the effects of his Butcher profession, Qin An was more than adequately fed in Ding County.

After tidying up his stall, Qin An noticed someone peeking over it.

The newcomer appeared to be in his thirties, with a small mustache, his eyes darting around shrewdly.

"The usual, I'll take it all," Chen Chun said, lining up about ten copper coins on Qin An's stall as he pointed to the remaining two catties of pork.

Qin An casually tossed him a lotus leaf, saying without looking up, "Wrap it yourself."

Chen Chun chuckled, taking the lotus leaf from Qin An, his small mustache twitching. "Old Qin, when you die, I'll make you a coffin, no charge."

Qin An's lips twitched slightly. "I'm in my prime, I can't possibly die yet."

The man before him was the owner of the nearby coffin shop, a very shrewd individual who always came to buy the leftover meat when Qin An was packing up. He didn't care if the meat was good or bad, he just came to get a bargain. Qin An didn't mind; if it didn't sell, he might as well make some money. Everything required careful calculation these days, especially in Ding County.

After Chen Chun had packed the meat, he looked around and leaned closer to Qin An, whispering, "Did you hear?"

Qin An, who had finished packing, asked curiously, "Hear what?"

Chen Chun said slyly, "A Pig Demon was causing trouble. The county magistrate sent constables to deal with it, they killed a Pig Demon, but some constables died too. Last night, they came to me to buy a few coffins for burial."

Qin An was slightly taken aback. "What does that have to do with me?" He had heard about the Pig Demon killing people a while back. It was only natural for the county yamen to send people to deal with it. Chen Chun, though talkative, wouldn't spread such news carelessly. Qin An was sure there was more to it.

"The constables haven't come to you yet?" Chen Chun asked, surprised.

Qin An was even more confused. "Why would they come to me?"

Chen Chun withdrew his gaze and pinched the lotus leaf bundle of pork. "I don't know, but they are looking for butchers."

Qin An rubbed his chin, feeling something was amiss.

As they were talking, the sound of footsteps approached. Qin An turned and saw two constables walking towards his stall. Seeing this, Chen Chun's mustache twitched, and he quickly said, "Don't say I told you anything."

Qin An watched Chen Chun quickly retreat into his shop and felt speechless. Connecting it to Chen Chun's words, he guessed these constables were looking for him. As expected, the two constables stopped in front of Qin An. The constable on the left spoke.

"Bring your tools and come with us." His tone was blunt and commanding. Negotiation? That didn't exist in Ding County. The constables of Ding County had always considered themselves superior; it was already a courtesy that they even called Qin An by name.

Qin An picked up the sharp knife beside him and said calmly, "Just this knife." He didn't ask if he could refuse; when the constables came knocking, there was only one outcome.