At the mont the tag solidified, Feng Xue thought that she was finally about to undergo Evolution and obtain her first Kaidan entry. However, she soon realized that she had thought too much.
The tag that had ford wasn’t related in the slightest to the steadily growing "Demon" tag but was an entirely new and independent tag —
"Instructor."
"Instructor? Why would it be Instructor? Oh, that’s right, I almost forgot about the Golden Bell Shield," Feng Xue frowned, beginning to wonder just how long she had lain in this dump.
After all, theoretically speaking, for the authorities to start spreading her information, they would need to confirm that the Golden Bell Shield was harmless first, and in Feng Xue’s mind, that couldn’t be possible without spending a year or two.
But the problem was, considering her body hadn’t self-healed yet, it shouldn’t have been more than three months at most.
"Could it be that so genius has acknowledged the ’Cultivation Technique Creator’ even without the official’s promotion?"
As Feng Xue considered this, it seed increasingly plausible, especially since the term "Instructor" inherently carried a strong military vibe. It ant although they hadn’t t, she had been unilaterally recognized as an "Instructor" by a cultivator under the Golden Bell Shield or Martial Arts.
And when she examined the "Identity" provided by this tag, she beca even more convinced of her guess, because this "Identity," just like when the "Demon" tag had first solidified, had noticeable fluctuations.
Based on her experience with the demon tag, Feng Xue surmised it was an issue of how much "Identity" people with different levels of recognition could provide. She didn’t know the exact figures, but roughly, simply "having heard of it" could provide one or two towers daily, whereas "firmly believing it definitely existed" could provide three to four hundred towers daily.
Now that the "Ambulance Demon" might have beco so sort of rumor due to the lack of victims, most people had only heard of it, whereas this "Martial Arts Expert Instructor" providing solid martial arts had about a dozen believers who firmly believed in her existence — it seed quite reasonable.
While Feng Xue pondered the newly erged tag, the chill on her neck grew sharper. The girl, who appeared only ten years old, did not hesitate to push the sharp weapon in her hand a bit further, pressing against Feng Xue’s throat while frowning and saying,
"I’m asking you again! Don’t think about playing tricks! Speak quickly!"
Feng Xue then rembered that her life was still in soone else’s hands, and she found it sowhat amusing—not that she lacked a sense of crisis, but because she had no fear of death at all. Or rather, if she hadn’t been buried alive continuously previously, she would have just ended her own life—after all, she could still resurrect. Compared to being paralyzed here for months, the short-term side effects of the resurrection tool really weren’t much.
As for biting her tongue to commit suicide... What a joke, that way of dying is from choking, but beings from Infinite don’t need to breathe, right?
But now that she had been dug out, using the Resurrection Tool ant she probably couldn’t recycle Items. After a mont’s thought, she decided to struggle a bit:
"I am a Scavenger, alone, no accomplices. I fell down here because of a collapse above and have been buried alive here since. I am not a Slave Trader, I’ve neither captured nor purchased any slaves, and I also have an Instructor-type tag that can impart so knowledge..."
Listening to the severely injured man rapidly declaring his value, Vera’s expression remained indifferent, while Vero beside her couldn’t help but react,
"Vera, he said he has an Instructor-type tag!"
"Shut up, I heard him!" Vera glared at her foolish brother, not bothering to excavate Feng Xue further, instead just scrutinizing him from her elevated position—
"You aren’t trying to trick us into revealing our main base, and then signal your accomplices, are you?"
Feng Xue heard him and laughed at himself,
"You should know how long this pile of trash has been lying around, right? I’ve been buried for so long and nobody has co to rescue . Doesn’t that prove I have no accomplices?"
"That actually makes sense!" Vero carefully said, to which Vera imdiately raised her hand, but a prepared Vero dodged her. He squinted his eyes, looking rather smug,
"I knew you’d want to hit ! But what good would hitting do? You still can’t handle it, and if you just kill directly, turning into a dark on would be troubleso. Why don’t we ask the village chief?"
"No." Vera shook her head, resolutely,
"If we tell the village chief, we will definitely get a scolding!"
"Then there’s nothing we can do, just let him wait for death." Vero shrugged his shoulders, expressing the cruel line with an innocent tone.
Vera sighed, glanced at the clothes on Feng Xue’s body, and nodded slightly,
"I guess that’s the only way, let him starve to death. Then whatever he has on him will belong to us..."
"Hey, hey, this is nothing like what I imagined. Are these kids really only ten years old?!" Feng Xue, his right hand pinned by stones, felt even more restricted as he listened to their candid conversation.
Although he was left here, then waiting another month or two, he should be able to recover. However, who knew what accidents might occur within these two months.
Now he was not as protected as before with a thick layer of trash, wasting a resurrection tool on any sudden dark ons would be reckless.
Thinking this, he imdiately said,
"Waiting for to starve to death probably won’t work, as I’ve already beco an ’Anomaly’. To deplete my ’Identity,’ people in the real world must completely forget about , which might take several years or even decades, and I have millions of ’Identity’ stored, enough to last several decades. Rather than letting die, I have another suggestion."
"You speak." Vera, her weapon still pressed against Feng Xue’s throat, spoke without much expectation. She didn’t understand what ’Anomaly’ ant, and she had no idea about the real world, but she understood about the millions of ’Identity’.
Given permission, Feng Xue readily said,
"I possess a lot of knowledge, both cultural and combat-related, which can help you solidify your labels. I am also a copyist capable of copying true books, which must be very precious to you, right?"
"So after all that you just want to rescue you?" Vera seed sowhat interested but still didn’t relent, "How can I trust that after rescuing you, you won’t seek revenge?"
Hearing this, Feng Xue imdiately sensed an opportunity and responded,
"We can sign a contract notarized by Infinite City. Besides, all my bones are broken now. Even if you dig out, I’ll still be handicapped and pose no threat."
"I’ve never heard of any contract!" Vera muttered inwardly. However, her eyes flickered as she proposed,
"Like this, you first teach us sothing. As soon as I confirm you’re genuinely helpful, I’ll dig you out. How does that sound?"
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