Raising Pigs in the Cultivation World
The decline of a once-mighty immortal sect, spanning ten thousand years, turned out to be caused by a single pig! Qian Jin found himself bound by a symbiotic contract with this pig—live and die together! When it came to improving their strength, both Qian Jin and the pig had to give it their all. Without hesitation, Qian Jin decided to let the pig do the hard work! To make money and feed the pig, Qian Jin, whose very name hinted at his constant shortage of funds, could only resort to swindling, trickery, and whatever schemes he could devise. After all, what choice did he have? He was literally “Qian Jin”—always strapped for cash! Tens of thousands of years ago, the Xuantian Sect obtained a beast egg of legendary status. In hopes of hatching it, the sect poured endless resources into the task. At last, when the once-glorious sect had dwindled to nothing but a solitary and penniless sect master—Qian Jin—a plump, snow-white piglet finally broke out of its shell.
Raising Pigs in the Cultivation World
“Master! Please, rest in peace.”
“You spent your whole life alone. I’ll burn more paper money for you, so you can marry a dozen concubines on the other side.”
“Eat well over there! And when you’re bored, don’t think about me—I’m scared of ghosts.”
Qian Jin knelt before his master’s grave, feeding paper money to the flames and pouring out the words buried in his heart.
“I’m going to take care of the one who killed you!” After burning the last sheet, Qian Jin sprang to his feet, grabbed a shovel, and strode toward the nearby pond.
He glared at the massive egg before him, taller than he was, grinding his teeth in fury.
“What kind of so-called divine beast is this?”
“What kind of ten-thousand-year-old Xuantian Sect?”
“A bunch of fools, and a con artist to top it off.”
“You fooled my master, my grandmaster, my grandmaster’s master…”
He began counting on his fingers, his small eyes darting rapidly. “I’m the three hundred and sixtieth sect leader. How many fools came before me?”
Shaking his head, Qian Jin gave up trying to tally up his distant ancestors. “No wonder I’m the last disciple left. A bunch of idiots who couldn’t even feed themselves, yet whenever they had spirit stones, they’d toss them to this bottomless pit.”
“I’m not that stupid! Watch me smash you to pieces, and then I’ll go enjoy my life in the mortal world.”
With a shout, Qian Jin hoisted the shovel and brought it crashing down on the giant egg.
Crack—
He stared at the broken shovel in his hands, swallowing hard. “You’ve g
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