You Were Told to Train Life Skills, Yet You Grinded Them into Divine Professions

"Relax the first two fingers, loosely grip with the last three, open the tiger's mouth, keep your wrist level, and do not let it droop."

"Turn sideways and squat down. Use the strength of your waist and hips to drive your upper body's rotation, reducing the burden on your arms."

Qin An was very serious. As he listened to Blacksmith Sun's explanations, his understanding of smithing gradually deepened.

There were many steps to smithing: smelting, grooving, forging, quenching, tempering, flattening, grinding, sharpening, oiling, and more.

Hammers were also divided into two types: large sledgehammers for two-handed use and small hammers for one-handed use.

Everything before Qin An was novel enough, and he became ever more absorbed in it.

Until afternoon arrived.

Qin An wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Just leave tomorrow. No need to teach me anymore."

Blacksmith Sun was slightly stunned, unable to understand why.

But since Qin An had said there was no need to teach him, he could not have been happier to leave at once. He hurriedly packed his things and left the blacksmith shop.

A line of smoke appeared before his eyes.

Blacksmith Profession lv.1 (0/100): The quality of the items you forge is slightly improved

Talent: None

Perhaps because of the Scholar Profession, Qin An had not needed much time to unlock this new profession.

However, Qin An did not continue practicing for now.

He had spent the entire afternoon training, and the sky had begun to glow with sunset clouds.

If he practiced at night, the people next door would probably have a great deal of his mother in their mouths.

After pondering for a moment, Qin An tidied up simply, left the shop, and headed home.

He had gained a new profession and planned to return tomorrow to keep practicing.

On the way back, the sunset clouds gradually faded away.

By the time Qin An reached the alley outside his door, night had already blanketed the land.

Scattered moonlight spilled down. Qin An followed it into the depths of the alley.

The moment he entered, Qin An's nose twitched as he sensed something amiss.

"There's a smell of blood."

Qin An had once worked as a butcher and was exceptionally sensitive to the scent of blood. With only a slight distinction, he could identify it.

This was merely an ordinary little alley, so where could the smell of blood have come from?

Qin An drew the pointed knife from his waist, lightened his steps, and slowly advanced.

After walking another hundred paces, his door was close at hand.

Yet the bloody sight outside it made Qin An frown deeply.

Three Pig Demons crouched on the ground, gnawing wildly at the flesh and blood below them.

In the middle of the three Pig Demons stood a Wild Boar Demon more than three meters tall, holding a bone and chewing on it.

The Wild Boar Demon had a round, swollen belly, and black fur all over its body like steel bristles. Blood dripped in strands from the fur at the corners of its mouth.

Fragments of floral cloth lay on the ground. Qin An recognized them.

They belonged to a particularly adorable girl from this alley.

The girl was very thin, with crippled legs. She usually made a living doing weaving work.

Not long ago, she had told Qin An that she would weave him a pair of gloves for the winter.

Qin An sighed. His eyes turned resolute as he walked toward the Wild Boar Demon.

Night hung like a curtain.

The Wild Boar Demon tossed aside the leg bone, its eyes glowing red.

The three Pig Demons turned toward Qin An and let out low growls.

The Sha Qi of the demons blanketed the street, carrying a rank pig stench.

The Wild Boar Demon raised its fan-sized hand slightly, soothing the Pig Demons as it teased, "We waited for a long time. My little ones happened to be hungry, so we had a bite to eat. You don't mind, do you?"

Qin An stopped two zhang away. He shifted his gaze from the floral cloth and stared at the Wild Boar Demon. "How did you find me?"

There was no need to say more. Since it had come specifically for him, there had to be a reason.

The Wild Boar Demon sneered. "I asked the Yamen for an explanation, and you are that explanation. My elder brother may have been foolish, but he was still my brother. Behave yourself, and I won't make you suffer."

Qin An understood. The Yamen had sold him out.

What the Wild Boar Demon wanted was the one who had killed the Pig Demon. He just happened to carry the aura of a Pig Demon, so was that not precisely what the Yamen wanted?

As for how they would explain that it was clearly the Constables who had killed the Pig Demon, yet they had dumped the blame on him...

Explain?

Explain my ass.

He was about to be eaten, and he was still supposed to explain? How pretentious!

"Come on." Qin An slowly raised his pointed knife.

The Wild Boar Demon extended its fan-sized hand and rummaged around inside its huge bloody mouth.

It gripped a pitch-black Wolf-tooth Club in its hand, with crimson scraps of flesh still stuck to it.

"Boys, hold the line for me. Today, we slaughter this man."

The three Pig Demons threw up their arms and shouted, "Long live Grandpa!"

Squelch!

The sound of flesh being pierced rang out. A gleaming blade protruded from the Pig Demon's mouth.

Qin An slowly pulled out his bloodied pointed knife and casually wiped the blood from it on the Pig Demon's back. "I'm not your grandpa."

The remaining two Pig Demons felt their fur stand on end, their gazes toward Qin An filled with fear.

The Wild Boar Demon froze slightly, every black bristle on its body exploding outward. "Beast, you're courting death!"

The Wolf-tooth Club whistled toward Qin An's head with a fierce gust of wind, carrying a foul stench.

It wanted to smash Qin An into pulp with a single blow!

A mere butcher dared kill its descendants. It would skin Qin An alive!

Clang!

The clash of metal rang out as the pointed knife collided fiercely with the Wolf-tooth Club, sparks flying in all directions.

The Wild Boar Demon was stunned.

This butcher had actually blocked its Wolf-tooth Club.

Its strength was exceptionally formidable. Even Qi Concealment Realm cultivators would not dare take its attack head-on.

Yet this man had blocked it.

An icy chill traveled along the Wolf-tooth Club and spread throughout the Wild Boar Demon's body. It felt its movements beginning to slow.

"This cold aura—you cultivate a mental cultivation method too?" The Wild Boar Demon's pig eyes widened.

Qin An exerted force with his arm, knocking away the Wild Boar Demon's Wolf-tooth Club. Then he followed the motion downward and stabbed into the Wild Boar Demon's heart.

Blood flowed down the pointed knife, dripping to the ground in strands.

The cold aura froze its heart. The Wild Boar Demon seemed to see Qin An's lips move.

"I know slaughtering pigs very well."

Its heart fell to the ground.

Qin An kicked the heart away and walked over to the other two Pig Demons.

"Sir, don't kill me..."

The two Pig Demons clung to each other, trembling like chaff in a sieve.

"Have you eaten people?" Qin An asked.

Just as the Pig Demon was about to answer, the pointed knife immediately plunged into its chest, bringing up a splash of blood.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

Qin An calmly delivered another stab, plunging the knife into the other Pig Demon's body.

After finishing all this, Qin An looked at the four Pig Demon corpses, dragged them into the house, and began butchering them with a calm expression.

Half an hour later.