Anything Can Be Juggled

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The familiar words appeared once more, and Zhou An waited patiently.

After a while, the words before him faded away, replaced by new text.

Object Juggling: Strength +1, Destruction +1.

Wok Flipping: Speed +1, Aroma +1.

The two lines offered different directions.

Zhou An stuck to his previous idea and chose the option with attributes similar to what he already had.

He truly could not make sense of the Aroma +1 behind the Wok Flipping ability. There was no explanation for it, either.

But the Object Juggling skill was very straightforward.

Strength +1 meant he could gain additional strength while using Object Juggling, while Destruction +1 probably meant exactly what it said—an increase in power.

A little thought was all it took to know which carried more weight.

Zhou An chose Object Juggling without hesitation.

The words before him faded, and new text appeared.

Object Juggling lv.3 (Strength +2, Destruction +1): 1/40000

Just as he expected, the proficiency requirement had doubled again.

But... everything before him was worth it.

Zhou An picked up the iron wok.

The moment he lifted it, a realization rose within him.

The powerful attribute of Strength +2 made the iron wok in his hand feel much lighter.

Information flooded into his mind. After absorbing it all, Zhou An finally understood the effect of his choice this time.

Object Juggling lived up to its name.

This skill was powerful enough to toss around anything.

Of course, it had its limits.

If the opponent was too strong, he really would not be able to toss them.

But for now, something on the same level as the Butchering Ox Technique could toss a Beast Cult guardian without the slightest difficulty.

As long as they entered the wok, everything would be under his control.

Destruction +1 meant that while flipping the wok, he could inflict immense damage.

The qi inside his body would envelop the iron wok, and this qi possessed formidable killing power.

Can it keep increasing?

Zhou An suppressed the urge to try out the skill.

He could not exactly toss around the things in his house. That would be far too wasteful.

Right now, he wanted to test whether Object Juggling could continue increasing after reaching level three.

With that thought in mind, he picked up some vegetables, put them into the wok, and began flipping it.

But the result was obvious. His proficiency did not increase, not even by a little.

"I've hit a bottleneck. I need to find an opportunity to break through it, just like with the Butchering Ox Technique."

With the Butchering Ox Skill as an example, Zhou An naturally knew how to solve the problem.

He planned to ask Chef Liu about the finer details of wok flipping when he had time.

After all, Chef Liu was a chef, and his attainments in this area were extremely high.

Even Zhou An's earlier Knife Skills had come from Chef Liu's guidance.

The sky grew later and later.

Zhou An looked through the window at the bright moon hanging high outside. Without giving it much thought, he lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep.

The next day.

Following his usual routine, Zhou An got up early, washed up, and once again went to the breakfast stall to eat.

After eating, he still had to report for roll call. He had plenty of time, so he could enjoy breakfast at a leisurely pace.

Zhou An often ate at this little stall. Combined with the constable's uniform he wore whenever he ate, he naturally drew plenty of attention.

The stall owner already knew Zhou An.

At first, seeing that Zhou An was a constable, the owner had been nervous every time, afraid of offending him.

But after a while, he discovered that Zhou An was easy to get along with and did not squeeze money out of people like other constables.

Over time, they became familiar with each other.

The stall owner was an ordinary man through and through. Middle-aged, with traces of hardship etched across his face, but the food he made was popular.

There was often a queue here, with commoners streaming in endlessly.

"Constable Zhou, the usual?" The stall owner wiped the table clean and asked with a smile.

Zhou An nodded. "The usual. Bring it right over."

"Sure thing!" The stall owner put away his rag and turned to prepare breakfast.

Before long, a basket of steamed buns and a bowl of porridge were placed before Zhou An.

"Take your time. Just call if you need anything." The stall owner left with a smile.

Zhou An did not waste any words and started eating.

The steamed buns here had thin wrappers and generous fillings, with three parts fat and seven parts lean meat. They were smooth and satisfying with every bite.

Ever since gaining qi, Zhou An's appetite had grown considerably.

If a constable's salary were not fairly decent, he might not have been able to afford feeding himself.

Before long, he had finished the breakfast before him.

Zhou An called over the owner, paid his bill, and prepared to leave.

But at that moment, a group of people caught his attention.

About five people approached from ahead, all dressed differently and carrying different weapons.

Some carried swords, others sabers. Most bizarrely, one of them carried a pair of hooked blades.

The five found a table, sat down, and ordered food from the owner.

Having been a constable for so long, Zhou An naturally recognized that all five were unfamiliar faces.

Moreover, their accents were not from An Ding County.

They carried weapons, so they were undoubtedly martial folk.

But Zhou An did not interfere.

Too much had happened in An Ding County lately.

First the Blood Shadow Gate, then the Beast Cult—it had become a complete mess.

Zhou An shook his head, gripped the weapon at his waist, and headed for the yamen.

As usual, after roll call, he went out to patrol the streets with Yu Hang.

That afternoon, he and Yu Hang ate a meal outside before returning to the yamen to wait patiently.

While waiting, he also carved a piece of wood.

It was their turn to patrol at night, so neither of them went home.

Only when night came did Zhou An and Yu Hang leave the yamen and arrive at the familiar Cang Yun Street.

At night, Cang Yun Street was completely empty.

Other than the night watchman who had just passed by, the place was utterly quiet.

That was how nights were in Great Chu.

Once night fell, there was nothing to do besides making babies.

The two slowly walked along the street, chatting now and then.

"The provincial examination is coming soon. Have you finished preparing?" Zhou An asked.

Yu Hang looked utterly confident. "Don't worry. With those two previous experiences, there definitely won't be any problems this time."

Becoming an official as a Scholar and governing a region had always been Yu Hang's dream.

When the subject came up, Yu Hang naturally talked without end. The two walked from one end of the street to the other, then turned back.

They would not rest tonight.

After walking back and forth several times, Yu Hang was still talking.

"When I pass and get appointed to an office, Old Zhou, come work under me. I'll make you a Constable Captain." Yu Hang wore an expression as though he had Zhou An covered.

Zhou An was about to tease him.

But before he could speak, his footsteps came to a halt.

Yu Hang stopped as well and asked curiously, "What is it?"

"Sounds of fighting." Zhou An looked toward the alley on his right, his expression grave.