Ten Thousand Trades, Demonic Obsession

Take a bowl, fill it with soil, and count—one, two, three, four, five.

Plant a toad, it turns into a train; plant an edamame bean, it turns into a tiger.

Grow yourself a set of great skills, and you’ll live a life of comfort and no hardship.

There are three hundred and sixty trades in the world—who gets to call the shots?

There’s a carpenter with amazing skills—he snaps the ink line and divides yin from yang; tenons and joints lock together to suppress the chaos across the eight directions.

There’s a blacksmith with real technique—one furnace of molten iron echoes through the world, his hammer strikes shatter day and night.

Then there’s a tailor with grand ambition—he spins the wind into fabric and cuts the world’s forms, with a single needle he stitches the four corners of the earth.

And a cook with a ruthless heart—his iron stove burns like hell itself, cooking the mortal realm; his knife stirs up storms, and bones fuel the fire.

In Wansheng Prefecture, a thousand faces hold a thousand fates; ten thousand lives, ten thousand transformations.

Standing in the middle of the crowd, Zhang Laifu beamed with pride and shouted,

“Come on! Follow me and live the good life!”