"Woohoo, woohoo, woohoo—"
The universally recognized sound of an ambulance siren rang out under the night sky, and with its alarm frequency far exceeding normal, it was hard not to draw the attention of passersby.
Gossip is a universal human instinct; after a brief commotion, acquaintances gathered in small groups and began discussing the incident.
"Man, who’s so rich to call so many ambulances? Could it be that all the rich folks in Saint Luotan are sick?"
A carefree young man curled his lips, muttering with a hint of a curse, and the uncle watching the shop glanced at him and said,
"You don’t know yet, kiddo? Recently, there’s been an ’Ambulance Demon’ in Saint Luotan who specifically targets street punks like you!"
"How co I’m a street punk! I call this rock and roll! This is punk, you understand?" The young man bristled imdiately but still humbly asked for advice,
"So, uncle, what exactly is this Ambulance Demon you ntioned?"
"It’s a tough guy who strolls the streets every day. He looks rich, so people often ask him for money, and then..."
"And then he beats them down, right?" The young man easily imagined the ensuing scene, becoming wary. The uncle nodded then revealed a set of slightly yellowed teeth, saying in a sowhat chilling tone,
"Not just beaten down, he also uses the victim’s phone to call an ambulance, one for each person!"
"Sss—sounds like a demon, huh?" The young man thought of the ambulance fee of eight thousand one hundred per call in Saint Luotan, and shivered all over, feeling relieved he wasn’t short on cash these days. Yet, he imdiately followed up anxiously,
"Um, uncle, do you know what this Ambulance Demon looks like?"
"Rumor has it he’s Asian, quite good-looking, but I’m not sure of the specifics." The shopkeeper shook his head while the young man certainly asserted,
"It must be soone from Yan Country! Only people from Yan Country are so skilled in martial arts. Everyone from Yan Country knows martial arts!"
...
The sa conversations occurred in the streets and alleys of Saint Luotan. anwhile, Feng Xue, holding the Supre Martial Arts, wandered the streets, looking no different from the Yan Country nerds in the minds of people from Columbia—
If one disregarded his splendid suit, that is.
However, the power of illusion was so domineering. It claid to blend into the environnt, and indeed it did. Whether wearing a suit in the streets or entering a won’s changing room, it seed entirely appropriate. In a sense, as long as he wore this suit, he could blend into any situation.
There was a distinct feeling of "just bring a ladder and you can easily enter various paid venues."
"The ’Demon’ tag feedback has increased again, and it’s now surpassed the number of ATMs I’ve beaten up. It looks like the rumors related to it are spreading. Tsk, is this the correct use of tags?"
Feng Xue felt the continuous influx of "Identity" into her body, her expression extraordinarily blissful. With the current rate, she could accumulate enough for half a day’s consumption every day, which ant the originally remaining three and a half days to return expanded again to five days.
However, this superficial extension of the deadline was just an illusion; what truly mattered to Feng Xue was her deepened understanding of the goal "Kaidan."
The convergence of tags was difficult, but once a tag had ford, no matter how slight the acknowledgnt might be, it could be absorbed. Taking Feng Xue, the Ambulance Demon, as an example, after the tag had ford, even if soone who had heard of the legend recognized it only one percent or one thousandth as much as soone who had experienced it firsthand, it would still contribute a small amount of "Identity."
This realization made her ponder about classic Eastern Country urban legends like the slit-mouthed woman or Hanako, where most people certainly hadn’t encountered the alleged slit-mouthed woman. However, as the tale spread, the slit-mouthed woman beca an almost universally recognized image of urban legend. So, in reverse, could it be that by continuously expanding her own legend until it integrated into folklore and culture to beco a symbolic figure, she too could beco an urban legend?
With a clear direction for effort, Feng Xue suddenly felt rejuvenated; yet on the surface, she still maintained her delicate appearance, holding the "Supre Martial Arts" script which most people from Columbia couldn’t decipher, while studying the newly acquired "Sunflower Acupoint Hand," waiting for new ATMs to approach.
This "Supre Martial Arts" was definitely a massive revelation, encompassing myriad forms. Every ti she opened it, new content erged. After a few simple flips, Feng Xue saw an array of completely different martial arts like Star Shifting, Sunflower Acupoint Hand, Spirit Rhinoceros Finger, and Ten Thousand Transformation Fourteen Swords, with hardly any repetition each ti she opened it.
If there was any flaw, it was that this item was not a Skill Book. As the note ntioned, "read for three years, practice for thirty years," each martial art within required a lifeti to master.
Actually, it was only because Feng Xue, who had cheated with a translation demon plant, could understand what those ancient texts were saying; another person probably wouldn’t even understand the classical Chinese.
But even knowing what was written didn’t necessarily an understanding it.
After all, so things are like mathematics, where you recognize every word, but when connected together, they don’t make sense.
For instance, the Ten Thousand Transformation Fourteen Swords gave Feng Xue a headache with various specialized terms and professional vocabulary; she almost wished she could find a high-level mathematics teacher to translate it.
Feng Xue had been flipping through it for a long ti, finding only the Sunflower Acupoint Hand sowhat easier to learn; first morize the ridian acupoint chart, then "fingers as swift as the wind, montum like lightning" would suffice.
But even for those eight words, long-term location enhancent and training were needed; at least, completing the inner strength transport in the instant of a strike and injecting it according to different acupoints was a very difficult task.
After all, in the terms of the Taiwu Scroll, every book listed in the directory was of Absolute Second Grade or higher, precious secrets even within top sects. Even sothing seemingly simple as the Sunflower Acupoint Hand, when mastered, could achieve effects as dramatic as rule-bending; although it couldn’t reach the exaggerated level of an acupoint master who could "acupoint the Earth," acupointing a train or airplane, or even sealing one’s own injuries, was still feasible.
Of course, learning martial arts was not its only use, because Feng Xue also discovered that it could serve as a "reference book."
For example, just yesterday after she got it, she flipped to a Body Technique Secret Book called "Complete Heaven Shifting Star Skill." Although halted by the cryptic mathematical vocabulary and generally unable to understand it, she keenly noted so terms overlapped with her Bu Tiange in hand, and thus she got an opportunity for "quote extraction."
But what was even more astonishing was after she filled the gaps in Bu Tiange with the related content, the Bu Tiange Secret Manual, damn it, upgraded!
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