
Do You Call This a Vocation in Life and Career?
by Writerwdrqed
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The demonic mist fills the air and there are many demonic shadows. This world has long been reduced to a hunting ground for gods and demons. Mortals are like ants, living among the ruins, waiting for some illusory legend of salvation. Qin An woke up from the ruins, and a line of simple words appeared in his palm-- [Fisherman: Sense water veins] [Woodcutter: Identifying Grass and Trees] [Cook: blending five flavors] This is all he relies on to settle down. Later, monstrous floods poured into the devil's cave, tens of thousands of ancient trees broke through the ground, and a wisp of smoke could bring about the nine-day thunder disaster. Those demons who once regarded mortals as food began to tremble and ask a ridiculous question - who is this person? Thousands of years later, all monsters prostrate themselves. Qin An was sitting on a low stool made of dragon bones, holding a bamboo pole in his hand. The silk thread hanging from the top of the pole was submerged in the sea of clouds, and he didn't know what he was fishing for. A great demon mustered up the courage of his life and said in a trembling voice: "Senior... You call it fishing by diverting the Nine-Bending Heavenly River to flood my ancestral home?" "The peach grove in the back mountain where three thousand demons are trapped and killed, do you think you just planted it when you were cutting firewood?" "You boiled the Netherworld's underworld in one pot of soup. Is that also... Cooking?" Qin An gently lifted the bamboo pole, the sea of clouds surged, a hole opened in the sky, and a golden dragon and carp burst out of the sky. He weighed it, nodded with satisfaction, and threw it behind him. "You guys are here by chance." He clapped his hands and the fire started to glow with blue flames. "How about the newly learned fish pickling technique? I just figured out how to control the heat.
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