Life Skills Trained into a Divine Profession

What was more, when Qin An heard that they were slaughtering a Pig Demon, he thought of his Golden Finger.

For the Butcher Profession to break through to level three and gain a new talent, the prerequisite was slaughtering a demon beast in the Qi Concealment Realm.

Qin An did not know what the Qi Concealment Realm was, but a Pig Demon was certainly a demon beast.

Perhaps he could give it a try.

Reaching level three in the Butcher Profession would grant him a talent. Qin An wanted to know what that talent would be.

The constable froze slightly, then recovered and patted the blade at his waist. "Come with us."

When they had gone to find the other butchers earlier, those butchers had dragged their feet and given them plenty of trouble.

The constables had not expected Qin An to be so cooperative, leaving all their prepared measures unused.

There was not much at the stall. Before long, Qin An had packed everything up, took a pointed knife, and followed them toward the Yamen.

County Yamen.

Ding County was merely a small county town.

Though the County Yamen was not large, no one dared pass by it casually.

Two constables stood guard at the entrance. When they saw Qin An arrive with the constables, they did not even ask a question before letting them in.

Since transmigrating here, this was Qin An's first time entering a Yamen.

The moment he stepped inside, he saw quite a few fellow tradesmen dressed as butchers standing in the courtyard.

Every butcher had a trace of evasiveness in his eyes. They stood in a circle, exchanging a few words now and then.

At the very front stood a middle-aged man dressed entirely differently from them.

The middle-aged man wore a captain's uniform. He had a square face, and a scar ran from between his brows all the way to his chin, making him look exceptionally fierce.

Captain Zheng held down the saber at his waist. Listening to the butchers' discussion, his fingers kept tapping against the hilt.

As Qin An approached the courtyard, he heard the butchers' voices.

"It won't cut. The pork is too hard."

"Try finding the grain and cut along it."

"It still won't cut even along the grain."

Qin An listened to those voices, confusion appearing on his face.

He had not been in Great Qian long, but his level-two Butcher Profession had already given him considerable skill in this field.

He had never heard of pork that could not be cut, and curiosity rose within him.

A constable stepped forward and cupped his fists. "Captain Zheng, we brought him."

Hearing this, the surrounding butchers instinctively made way.

Captain Zheng's brows were tightly furrowed. He turned to Qin An and said, "Go take a look."

Ahead lay an open space, and in it rested the corpse of a wild boar.

The wild boar's corpse was pitch-black all over, its thick bristles like steel spikes, making it look horrifying.

Its blood-red eyes were especially terrifying. Even lying down, it stood half a man tall. Even a fierce tiger from the mountains would tremble at the sight of it.

Qin An nodded, carrying his pointed knife as he stopped before the Wild Boar Demon's corpse.

The surrounding tradesmen watched Qin An curiously, and Captain Zheng did the same.

The other butchers had brought all kinds of tools.

Some had bone-chopping cleavers, while others had meat-trimming knives.

Only Qin An had brought a single pointed knife, which looked rather strange.

Captain Zheng pondered this inwardly. He felt Qin An was somewhat different from the rest, but he said nothing.

Ever since the Magistrate had sent men to surround and kill the Pig Demon, he had ordered Captain Zheng to find professional butchers to slaughter it.

If it were simply a matter of slaughtering it, they could have done it themselves. Yet the Magistrate insisted on having the butchers do it and forbade them from interfering.

Captain Zheng did not know the reason, but judging by the other butchers' expressions, this task seemed impossible to complete.

Qin An looked young, and he had not even brought a full set of tools for earning his keep.

Captain Zheng held no hope for him.

Standing before the Wild Boar Demon's corpse, Qin An felt a fierce, baleful aura rush toward him.

Even the most vicious bandits probably could not compare to a tenth of this Pig Demon.

So this was a demon beast.

Qin An was very glad he had not simply slapped his head and gone out with a knife to look for demon beasts.

Because from the look of things, if this corpse could move, he probably would not even be able to defeat it.

"Let's give it a try."

Qin An raised his pointed knife and brought it down upon the Pig Demon's neck.

The next instant, Qin An's eyes turned serious.

The Pig Demon's fierce, baleful aura gradually vanished from Qin An's sight, leaving only the methods for dismembering its corpse in his eyes.

The pointed knife fell, and a piece of pork carrying a fierce, baleful aura came away from the Pig Demon's body and dropped to the ground.

The butchers' eyes widened, and some even rubbed them in disbelief.

Captain Zheng had held no hope at all, but when he saw a piece of pork fall to the ground, he instantly perked up.

"This young butcher can actually break down a Pig Demon."

Several constables grew visibly excited, but Captain Zheng stopped them.

Seeing Qin An's focused expression, Captain Zheng knew he could not be disturbed.

If they interrupted him and Qin An could no longer continue slaughtering it, they would not be able to find anyone else capable of completing the task.

The surroundings fell silent.

Qin An maintained his serious expression. With every rise and fall of his blade, piece after piece of pork was stripped away in his hands.

When it came to slaughtering, the most important thing was having sufficient understanding of livestock and ensuring every cut was precise to the smallest fraction.

The others could not break down this Pig Demon because their skills were lacking.

Qin An's skills were sufficient.

He felt himself becoming increasingly proficient in the craft of slaughtering.

Even with nothing but an ordinary iron knife, every cut landed with incomparable precision on the weakest part of the Pig Demon's corpse.

When the final cut fell, Qin An put away his pointed knife.

A blood-red Flesh Orb floated in midair, the blood vessels on it faintly pulsing.

It was his first time seeing such a thing. He did not even know what this blood-red Flesh Orb was.

But that was not the important part. What mattered was that the text before his eyes had changed.

Butcher lv.3 (0/400): The livestock you slaughter is slightly more delicious

Talent: Qi Concealment Realm Blade Mastery (Your cultivation speed for Qi Concealment Realm Blade Technique increases)

After the text appeared, the scene before him slowed to an extreme.

A vast amount of information surged into his mind like rolling seawater.

Qin An felt that the knife in his hand was like an extension of his arm, incomparably familiar.

Smoke twisted like snakes, forming new text.

Qin An

Butcher lv.3 (0/400): The livestock you slaughter is slightly more delicious

Talent: Qi Concealment Realm Blade Mastery

The Butcher Profession had finally broken through its shackles and reached level three.

A trace of joy welled up in Qin An's heart.

But he swiftly suppressed that joy.

Qin An's expression did not change in the slightest as he silently put away his pointed knife.

Great Qian was a chaotic place.

Demon beasts ran rampant, and false gods were everywhere.

Ever since Qin An had transmigrated here, he had resolved to be cautious and then even more cautious in all things.

A tall tree catches the wind—those four words applied everywhere.