You Were Told to Train Life Skills, but You Grinded Your Way to Divine Vocations

Black smoke materialized before his eyes, forming a line of text.

You observed the Wind-Splitting Blade Technique, triggering the Qi Concealment Realm Blade Mastery talent. Qi Concealment Realm Wind-Splitting Blade Technique: Mastered.

A thread of warmth arose in his lower abdomen. Qin An stared at the words before him, completely stunned.

Qin An

Technique: Wind-Splitting Blade Technique Mastered (Qi Concealment Realm)

Butcher lv.3 (0/400): The livestock you slaughter tastes slightly better.

Talent: Qi Concealment Realm Blade Mastery

"Mastered just like that?"

Surprise filled Qin An's heart. He picked up the pointed knife beside him and casually swung it.

As he moved, the forms of the Wind-Splitting Blade Technique continuously surfaced before his eyes.

The Wind-Splitting Blade Technique revered speed above all else, demanding a blade as swift as lightning.

As Qin An wielded the blade, the warm current flowed into the pointed knife.

The knife flashed in an unbroken stream, stirring gust after gust of wind.

After several breaths, Qin An set the pointed knife on the table, gaining a new understanding of his Golden Finger.

This thing was powerful.

It was far more than merely Life Skills.

At least for now, perhaps he could gain a sliver of safety in this chaotic world.

At that thought, Qin An's heart finally settled.

Only then did Qin An notice another line of small text appearing at the bottom of the smoke.

By observing a blade manual, you can unlock a new profession.

New profession: Scholar

Unlocked.

Scholar lv.1 (0/100): Your reading speed is slightly increased.

A new profession?

Qin An was briefly stunned, then joy welled up within him.

The Golden Finger's method of unlocking new professions was simple: he needed to truly enter the trade.

But entering a trade was not that simple. He needed a sufficiently profound understanding of a profession.

Qin An had been able to become a butcher immediately because he had transmigrated here as one.

As for gaining the Scholar profession now, he guessed it was because he had studied for many years in his previous life, coupled with seriously reading the blade manual.

Having gained a new profession, Qin An was overjoyed and could hardly wait to train it.

Since it was Scholar, it must be related to reading.

Qin An picked up the blade manual, preparing to continue reading.

Unfortunately, his proficiency did not increase.

"Books I've already read can't raise it?"

Qin An put down the blade manual, a guess forming in his heart.

"I'll visit the bookshop tomorrow."

He was a butcher; there were no books in his home.

Qin An had already experienced the power of Life Skills. He planned to raise the Scholar profession as quickly as possible and awaken the next talent.

The bookshop was the best choice.

With that thought, the sky had grown late. After pondering briefly, Qin An followed his usual habit: he placed the pointed knife beneath his pillow, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes.

He hid the pointed knife beneath his pillow because the world was unsettled.

He had only one life, and he had no intention of losing it now.

The candlelight went out. The moon shone bright amid sparse stars.

Qin An gradually fell asleep, his breathing slowly becoming steady.

Time passed, and the latter half of the night arrived.

A gust of wind swept through. The house door stood open, and heavy breathing gradually sounded.

There was no moon outside the window, and the night was pitch-dark.

The heavy breathing came from the doorway, like a broken bellows.

The door opened, and a massive shadow filled the entrance, blocking out all light.

The shadow was taller than the door and had to bend at the waist after stepping inside.

Slap!

Soft footsteps sounded, especially clear in the darkness.

After the shadow stepped into the room, it seemed to trip over something beneath its feet.

Less than five inches above the ground, a transparent fishing line was tied to a bell and connected to the wall.

The fishing line snapped. The bell fell to the ground with a tinkling ring, tearing through the silent darkness.

The shadow paused, then approached Qin An's bed.

The heavy breathing gradually deepened, like the sound of death calling through the night.

Qin An lay on the bed with his back to the shadow, his expression unseen.

The shadow drew ever closer to Qin An and stretched out a hand toward his back.

Just then, Qin An rolled over, sprang down from the other side, and dashed madly for the door.

The moment an uninvited guest entered the house, he had awakened.

He had set up the bell himself. Ever since arriving in Ding County, Qin An had remained cautious at every step. He had set the bell up precisely to guard against the unexpected.

He had not expected someone to truly sneak in under cover of darkness.

The instant Qin An leaped from the bed, he clearly saw the intruder's appearance.

A two-meter-tall Pig-headed Humanoid monster lurked in the darkness.

A red veil covered its pig head, and pink rouge had been applied at the corners of its eyes.

Ferocious Sha Qi surged sky-high, crashing toward him like a tsunami.

A demon.

A Pig Demon!

"After slaughtering demons, you'll be tainted by their ferocious Sha Qi."

Qin An recalled what Chen Chun had said and ran without another word.

It was his first time seeing a demon. The crushing sense of pressure made his scalp prickle.

Don't be reckless. Run first.

But just as Qin An was about to reach the door, the Pig Demon kicked at him.

A biting gust howled, piercing his ears.

At the critical moment, Qin An raised both arms before his chest to block.

The tremendous force traveled from his arms throughout his entire body.

Qin An's arms went numb as he was sent flying backward. Only after crashing into the wall did he finally stop.

A burning pain came from his back. His throat tasted sweet, and Qin An spat out a mouthful of blood.

"So injuries really do make you cough blood. TV dramas didn't lie to me."

He felt like he was carrying a bit of bad luck.

Chen Chun had said Sha Qi would affect him, and now a Pig Demon had actually come. Judging by this, it was even a female.

Qin An gripped the pointed knife tightly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "It has nothing to do with me. I'm only a butcher."

The Sow Demon snorted, spraying two streams of white mist from her nostrils. "You carry my husband's scent. This humble wife will avenge her husband—first tear you into pieces, then eat you bit by bit."

Husband?

Scent?

Qin An understood.