I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 144 - 144 Uncle 136 where should we start (Asking for

?Chapter 144: Uncle 136, where should we start? (Asking for monthly pass) Chapter 144: Uncle 136, where should we start? (Asking for monthly pass) “Describing a Demon Hunter with the symbol of the Furnace Core is the utmost rudeness!” Feng Xin sneered coldly, wiping water stains from his hands with a rag, which he then flicked across the kitchen aisle, hanging it precisely on the faucet over the sink.

“Just right.”

She licked her lips and pulled out a huge curved knife from inside her trench coat, “After a full meal and drink, it’s the perfect time for some action. You, the Wizard, walked right into it, so I might as well slaughter you now.”

Clang~
The sharp, curved blade shimmered with flowing light under the foyer lighting.

“You!” The young boss’s eyes widened with fury.

Who do you think I am? If I really wanted to use my father’s Lu Jiao, I’d kill you no problem!

Lin An sighed, shook his head, stepped in front of the young boss, and faced Feng Xin, “Sister Xin, he’s Lu Tingyu’s son.”

“What?” Feng Xin was stunned.

Her eyes were wide with disbelief as she looked from Lin An to the young boss huffing and puffing outside the door.

“My idol’s son is such a piece of work?”

The young boss couldn’t hold it in any longer and, mad as hell, scrambled over Lin An, trying to rush into the room, “What did you say with your rabbit eyes? What ‘piece of work’?”

Feng Xin blinked, and suddenly her eye sockets grew enormously large, with a pair of bright red rabbit eyes appearing within, scrutinizing the young boss carefully.

It seemed she had employed some technique, with strange patterns weaving through her eyes.

“It really is the aura of Lu Jiao, such a terrifying and abundant Furnace Core, definitely a height only my idol could achieve,” she exclaimed in amazement. Then with disdain, she looked at the young boss, “How could such good stuff be wasted on such a piece of work like you?”

“I’ll be damned!” The young boss was on the verge of insanity, shoving Lin An aside and charging into the room, seething with anger at Feng Xin, “Say ‘rabbit eyes’ to me one more time?”

His strength was simply too great, Lin An couldn’t stop him.

Was this almost the strength he had when he transformed into a black cat?

Lin An let out a silent whoa of amazement as he watched the young boss’s retreating back.

But Feng Xin just looked on with an unabashed expression of disgust, sizing up the young boss and clicking her tongue with a tsk tsk sound.

“You carry the scent of a Wizard; don’t think I can’t sense it,” she said.

Then, she turned to Lin An, raising an eyebrow, “You gave off this feeling at first, too, but not anymore. Little brother An, I’m telling you, stay away from people like him in the future. If you get infected by his Wizard scent, I’m afraid many Demon Hunters won’t resist the urge to kill you.”

“People like me???” The young boss erupted.

But Feng Xin clearly had no intention of paying attention to the young boss, instead ruminating to herself, “My idol’s son turned out to be a Wizard? Really, tsk tsk, it does make sense, though. A heroic ladies’ man like him accidentally getting some witch pregnant is only natural.”

A man should indeed be like so; she could imagine what must have happened behind the scenes.

Although she didn’t approve of such actions, she no longer intended to make a move against the young boss, and sheathed the curved knife, glancing at Lin An who was holding on to the young boss to keep him from doing something rash.

“Alright, thanks for the hospitality, I’ve got work to do now,” she said.

With that, she sneered at the young boss, “I’m off to kill Wizards!”

Pop~
In an instant, she had entered the dimension of the Purgatory World, passing through the silhouettes of Lin An and the young boss, kicked the corridor window next to the elevator, and leapt down from this twenty-something floor.

“Don’t you run! You damn stand still!” The young boss shouted after Feng Xin as she departed into the Red Light Purgatory World.

But Lin An had already let him go.

The young boss was angry, but he was still quite rational.

With the power he possessed, was he truly unable to break free just now? To be restrained by me?

Lin An and Ugly Head chuckled to themselves stealthily.

But when the young boss turned back, they promptly adopted a somber expression, their faces filled with feigned sorrow, “Yes, she’s too bad!”

“Eh?” Ugly Head paused, “The young boss can’t see me, so I’m just playing along with you, haha, I can’t anymore, I’m dying of laughter, Lin An, you keep a straight face.”

The young boss fumed for a while before he finally sighed helplessly.

“An, it’s just that I can’t accept it. Otherwise, I could have inherited my father’s Lu Jiao and become a Witch-hunting Knight a long time ago,” he said.

Lin An nodded in understanding.

Compared to Demon Hunters, Witch-hunting Knights have a freer spirit, are less concerned with rules, and are more focused on finding a way out, with each individual having their own thoughts and methods.

Once he inherited Lu Tingyu’s Lu Jiao, the little boss probably wouldn’t have a choice anymore.

“The Furnace will devour all Seven Emotions and Six Desires,” the little boss said seriously to Lin An, explaining the issue, “Not the Seven Emotions and Six Desires that sprout from within.”

“It’s more like…”

He struggled to find the right words since he hadn’t cultivated the Furnace, “It’s as if that part of us, which is the supreme essence among all creatures capable of having Seven Emotions and Six Desires, is being taken away.”

“Witch-hunting Knights still feel anger, sorrow, and joy, but none of these emotions has a place to settle.”

“It comes from nowhere, and it goes nowhere.”

“It’s tragic; every emotional fluctuation eventually becomes an empty feeling, which is said to be particularly uncomfortable,” he added.

Lin An, however, had found the answer; in fact, he had already encountered it.

Whether it be Wizards or ordinary people, they all had their own spiritual essence, all except for the Witch-hunting Knights who had none.

“It’s the spiritual essence, the spiritual essence is refined by the Furnace.”

This statement startled the Ugly Head who was eavesdropping, making him jump and open his mouth, but he couldn’t muster a smile anymore.

“Exactly, exactly, that’s a great description!” the little boss’s eyes lit up, “Having lost their spiritual essence, they’re like robots manufactured with a sophisticated operating system.”

“An, I have to find a way; I don’t want to turn into a monster like a Wizard, nor do I want to become a monster like a Witch-hunting Knight. You can understand me, right?”

“Yes,” Lin An nodded earnestly.

He could understand all too well; because he, too, did not wish to throw the Ugly Head into the Furnace, nor did he want to become a monster or a statue.

The little boss took a deep breath and grabbed Lin An, “So much has happened recently, I’ve been wanting to show you my father’s research materials.”

“I will definitely continue on the path my father researched and find a way out!”

“I have also thought about it; Mr. Cao’s method that only focuses on the Breathing Skill may also be a way out. I don’t want to try it anymore, but maybe you can give it a shot,” he suggested.

“But, An, once you start cultivating the Furnace to condense the Furnace Core, you need to be extremely cautious; never bring out the Lu Jiao unless absolutely necessary,” he warned.

“At that point, you really can only walk the path of death that our predecessors did, and it’s even worse for us, being Wizards,” he added grimly.

Lin An narrowed his eyes, his gaze deepening as he stared ahead.

That was the bustling city of the real world…

That was the flying sands of the Purgatory World…

That was the dark desolation between the real world and the Spirit Realm…

That was the serene peace in the depths of his own soul…

“We will, boss, we will carve out our own path,” he affirmed.

His eyes were filled with light.

“Fighting against people, the land, the heavens—it’s endlessly thrilling and exciting!” he declared.

The little boss laughed heartily, “An, you have a better attitude than I do, yes, thrilling!”

…

Lin An tidied up the house briefly and left with the little boss.

“Mr. Cao asked me to bring you over. There are now lots of new stocks at the Witch Monster Slaughterhouse; he told everyone to hold off and leave the practice to us two,” the little boss explained.

As for what this new stock was…

As the car arrived at the industrial park’s slaughterhouse, the two followed Knight Zhuang to the front of the cold storage. As Knight Zhuang yanked open the door, an array of strange and peculiar Sorcerer Zombie corpses were laid out before them.

Lin An pursed his lips and exchanged a glance with the little boss, both feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

But this was the Supernatural World, a world of madness, cruelty, despair, and ruthless pursuit of hope.

Lin An took a deep breath and stepped inside, pulling a boning knife from the wall and turned to face Zhuang with a smile.

“Uncle, where do we start?”