The Scholar's back disappeared outside the main tent.
An Yang stared at his back, then subtly crooked a finger. The tent flap automatically fell shut.
He tore off the bandages. The wound underneath had already healed completely.
"I never thought I'd fall so low that I'd have to rely on such an act of deception to buy time. What a pain."
An Yang wore an expression of helplessness.
Life here could hardly be called carefree.
But these days were almost over!
An Yang's spiritual power and physical fitness far surpassed those of this world's Tier 3 Scholars, and he was also highly familiar with the energy of the heavens and earth. As long as he wished, he could easily accumulate enough energy to match a Tier 3 Scholar of this world at any time. Inscribing spell formulas was not difficult for him either. After all, his spiritual power was sufficient, and he could maintain his concentration without making mistakes.
Only the accumulation of knowledge could limit his progress. For someone with a fast reading speed, a strong memory, and a biological chip, this hurdle was also far easier than it was for ordinary people.
For him, the greatest hurdle was actually becoming a Scholar. He could cross it easily, but he refused to settle, which was why it had taken him the most time.
Once he crossed this threshold, with the foundation he possessed now, his growth speed would certainly be astonishing!
An Yang had already begun taking that step.
After hanging a sign outside the main tent reading "Seriously Wounded, Resting. Please Do Not Disturb," An Yang sat cross-legged on the bed and arranged the Tier 0 spell Blackbird's Vigil before beginning to establish his spell control array.
"Chirp!"
A little bird drilled out and stood guard at the