Letting You Train Life Skills, You Grinded Your Way into a Divine Profession

Qin An held a Blood Crystal in his hand and placed it into a prepared wooden box.

The three Pig Demons had not possessed Blood Crystals. Qin An guessed it was because they had been too weak.

The Wild Boar Demon had possessed a Blood Crystal, larger than the previous one.

After pondering for a moment, Qin An activated the Cold Source Cultivation Method within him to refine the Blood Crystal.

The Blood Crystal vanished, like water meeting fire.

His qi and blood surged wildly, yet remained inside his body, stored away.

Qin An frowned and thought, Without the next stage of the cultivation method, I can't digest the Blood Crystal. I can only store it for later.

Cultivation methods had always been a problem.

He estimated that only after obtaining a higher-tier cultivation method would he be able to refine the stored Blood Crystals.

Qin An knew full well that he was merely a self-taught stray, with neither sect nor master. Obtaining a cultivation method would be harder than scaling the heavens.

"Joining a sect or faction requires enduring the passage of time. Joining the Evil Extermination Division only requires being willing to risk your life."

A thought flashed through his mind. Without realizing it, Qin An recalled Chen Chun's words and shook his head hard.

"What matters right now isn't the later cultivation method, but the Yamen."

Tonight, the Yamen had wanted to use his life to put out the fire at their brows.

Since that was the case, Qin An could not sit still and wait for death.

He naturally could not simply raise his blade and slaughter the Yamen. Even if the Evil Extermination Division wanted to deal with the Yamen, it would need evidence from an Undercover Agent. How could a mere commoner like him act?

"In the end, it still comes down to strength. If I had the strength to gain a foothold in Ding County, forget demons—even the Yamen would have to watch my expression."

"Strength reigns supreme. With sufficient strength, there is nothing to fear from demons, devils, ghosts, or monsters."

"Without a cultivation method for now, the only thing I can rely on is the Golden Finger. I can't keep running the butcher shop. I'll devote myself fully to raising Blacksmith Profession to level three."

Qin An made his decision.

It was already deep into the night. Qin An hung up the bell and lay down to sleep fully clothed.

The next day.

Captain Zheng yawned as he instructed several Constables, "You lot, come with me to collect the bodies."

Clerk Wang had instructed him yesterday to go to the butcher's home that night to collect the bodies, but he had gone to the Entertainment District instead. Only today did he come rushing over.

How could collecting bodies compare to the Entertainment District?

Ever since absorbing the Pig Demon's Blood Crystal, he could be considered one of Clerk Wang's trusted men. Coupled with his increased strength, he naturally had to go indulge himself.

Unfortunately, the widow had jumped into a well, leaving him unable to savor her any further.

"Chief, this was collected from the vendors yesterday." A Constable handed over a bag of silver.

Captain Zheng took the silver, the scar on his face twitching. "You know what you're doing. Move out."

With several Constables in tow, Captain Zheng waddled out with his belly thrust forward.

When the common people saw the Constables patrolling the streets, they avoided them as though they had seen stinkbugs.

As they passed a food stall, Captain Zheng and the others casually ate a meal. At the end, they simply said to put it on their tab, while the vendor could only rage inwardly and dare not speak out.

By the time they neared Qin An's home, the Constables were carrying all sorts of things, having already scraped up a round of benefits.

As Captain Zheng walked, he sighed over how well Clerk Wang handled matters.

He had originally thought of taking five hundred brothers from the holding cells to fight the Pig Demons. Now it seemed the brothers in the holding cells should not die at the hands of demons.

Just the matter of everyone fleecing the common people together was not something he could manage alone.

"That Huang family girl selling crispy cakes on the next street is quite nice. Go speak to her tomorrow," Captain Zheng ordered.

His trusted Constable hurriedly replied, "Don't worry, Chief. I'll go snatch her tomorrow."

Captain Zheng glared. "What do you mean, snatch her? Remember to leave some silver. That's what makes it mutual consent."

The Constable nodded repeatedly. "Rest assured, Chief. We're very familiar with this sort of thing. We definitely won't botch it."

Captain Zheng laughed. "I guard Ding County for them. This is all what I deserve."

As they spoke, they had already arrived at the door.

At that moment, Captain Zheng stopped, his brows knitting together.

He sensed that something was wrong.

The place was thick with the scent of blood, and beneath the blood was the rank stench of pigs.

That pig stink proved the Pig Demons had come here.

But... where were the bodies?

"Open the door." Captain Zheng drew the long blade at his waist.

"Push the door open."

In the gloomy street, Captain Zheng held his drawn blade and stood ready for battle.

The Constable swallowed and tremblingly stretched out his hand, pressing it against the old wooden door.

They were Captain Zheng's trusted men. They knew that whenever their chief wore that expression, danger lurked inside.

If he opened the door now, whatever danger waited behind it would find him first.

But did he dare refuse?

He did not.

If he wanted to survive in Ding County, if he wanted to continue preying upon the common people, he could not refuse.

Creak!

The old wooden door let out a piercing shriek.

After pushing the door open, the Constable immediately retreated several meters, the hand holding his blade trembling slightly.

Captain Zheng spat, slapped the Constable across the head, and cursed, "Useless trash!"

By the moonlight, the inside of the house was clearly visible.

It was completely empty. Other than the furniture, there was nothing at all.

"Where did that butcher go?"

Captain Zheng was puzzled, and he ordered two more Constables to enter the house and search.

A short while later, the Constables emerged and shook their heads, indicating there was nothing unusual inside.

"It's just a little cold."

One Constable hugged his arms, feeling as if a pair of eyes were watching him from the darkness.

Captain Zheng's frown deepened. After looking around, he said, "Return to the Yamen first and report this matter to Clerk Wang."

A guess surfaced in his mind. Could it be that the Wild Boar Demon had fallen here?

But he knew better than anyone what experts existed in Ding County.

And this was the butcher's home. Could the butcher possibly be an expert?

The Constables followed Captain Zheng out the door.

It was late, and the night hung like a curtain.

Soft footsteps sounded, exceptionally clear in the darkness.

Hearing the footsteps, Captain Zheng drew his long blade with a clang. His gaze turned savage, and sweat had already appeared on the hand gripping his weapon.

"Who's there!"

The Wild Boar Demon had fallen. This alley reeked of danger.

He had roamed the martial world before. Though he had put on plenty of weight in Ding County, instinct made him raise his guard at once.

The Constables drew their long blades and descended into chaos, like a swarm of buzzing hornets.

In the alley not far away, a black-haired young man with a pointed blade hanging at his waist slowly emerged.

"Qin An?" Captain Zheng barked. "Stand against the wall and don't move."

He still remembered Qin An's name.

When the many butchers had been helpless before the Pig Demon's corpse, Qin An alone had been able to butcher it. That was why Captain Zheng remembered him so clearly.

Qin An's expression was calm. He pressed a hand against the pointed blade at his waist and said, "You all saw it?"

The moment those words fell, the entire scene fell silent. One could have heard a needle drop.

Captain Zheng swallowed. "You killed the Pig Demon?"

He still found it somewhat hard to believe, but Qin An's calm expression at this moment left him with no choice but to believe.