Instructor

At the moment the Tag coalesced, Feng Xue thought he was finally about to evolve and obtain his first Supernatural Tale Entry. However, he soon realized he was overthinking it.

Because the resulting Trait has absolutely no relation to the recently steadily growing "[demon]" Tag; it's a completely independent new Tag.

[Instructor].

"Instructor? Why would I be an instructor? Oh, right, I almost forgot about the Golden Bell Shield." Feng Xue frowned, beginning to wonder how long she had been lying in this garbage dump.

After all, theoretically speaking, given the speed at which the authorities are willing to disseminate their information, they would need to confirm that the Golden Bell Shield is harmless at least once in a year or two. In Feng Xue's mind, that would be impossible to achieve without a year or two of such a confirmation.

The problem is that, considering his body hasn't fully recovered, it shouldn't take more than three months at most.

"It's impossible that some young genius suddenly had a clear understanding of the 'creator of the cultivation technique' without any official promotion, right?"

As Feng Xue thought about this, she felt it was increasingly possible, especially since the word "instructor" itself had a strong military feel to it. In other words, although they hadn't met, she had been unilaterally identified as an "instructor" by a cultivator with the Golden Bell Shield or the Bu Tiange.

When he examined the [consciousness] provided by this Tag, he became even more certain of his guess, because the [consciousness] provided by this Tag, just like when the [demon] Tag was first formed, had obvious highs and lows.

Based on his experience with the Demon Tag, Feng Xue speculated that this was a matter of how much [knowledge] people with different levels of understanding provided. He didn't know the exact numbers, but roughly speaking, the level of "merely having heard of it" could provide one or two towers per day, while the level of "firmly believing that 'this thing' absolutely exists" could provide the feeling of three or four hundred towers per day.

Nowadays, the "Ambulance Demon" may have become a rumor due to a lack of victims, so most people have only heard about it. However, the martial arts provided by this "Martial Arts Master instructor" are real, and it seems reasonable that there are more than a dozen knowledge providers who firmly believe in their existence.

Just as Feng Xue was pondering the newly appeared Tag, the chill on her neck intensified. The girl, who looked only ten years old, pushed the sharp weapon in her hand forward without hesitation, pressing it against Feng Xue's Adam's apple while frowning and saying:

"I'm asking you another question! Don't try anything funny! Speak now!"

Feng Xue then realized that his life was still in someone else's hands. He found it somewhat amusing. It wasn't that he lacked a sense of crisis, but rather that he had no fear of death. Or rather, if he hadn't been buried alive all along, he would have just killed himself. After all, he could be resurrected. Compared to being paralyzed here for several months, the short-term side effects of the resurrection item were nothing.

As for biting one's tongue to commit suicide... are you kidding me? Biting one's tongue to commit suicide is a way of choking to death, but you don't need to breathe at all, okay?

However, now that everything has been discovered, using a resurrection item means that the items might not be recoverable. After thinking for a moment, he decided to give it a try:

"I am a scavenger, alone, without any accomplices. I fell from above due to a landslide and have been buried alive here ever since. I am not a slave trader; I have never captured or bought slaves. Moreover, I have an educational Tag, so I can impart some knowledge..."

As the heavily injured man before her quickly stated his value, Vera's expression remained indifferent, while Vero, standing beside her, couldn't maintain his composure and said:

"Vera, he said he has a teaching-related Tag!"

"Shut up, I heard you!" Vera glared at her foolish younger brother, not bothering to dig out Feng Xue, and just looked down at him condescendingly.

"You're not planning to lure us out of our base and then send a signal to your accomplices, are you?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xue gave a self-deprecating laugh:

"You should know how long this pile of garbage has been down there, right? I've been buried for so long and no one has come to rescue me. Doesn't that prove I don't have any accomplices?"

"What he said seems to make sense!" Vero said cautiously. Vera immediately raised her hand, but Vero, who was prepared, dodged it. He narrowed his eyes, looking like he was very clever, and said:

"I knew you wanted to hit me again! But what good would it do if you did? You still wouldn't be able to handle it. If you just killed him, it would become Omen, which would be troublesome. How about we ask the Village Chief?"

"No." Vera shook her head and said decisively:

"If we tell the Village Chief, we'll definitely get a scolding!"

"Then there's nothing we can do. Let him die on his own." Vero shrugged, uttering cruel words in a naive tone.

Vera sighed, glanced at Feng Xue's clothes, and nodded gently:

"That's the only way. Once he starves to death, his belongings will be ours..."

"Hey, this is completely different from what I imagined! Are these two kids really only ten years old?!" Feng Xue felt even more cramped as she listened to their unabashed words, her right hand buried under the stone.

Even if he's just left here, he should recover in another month or two, but who knows what other accidents might happen in those two months?

Unlike before, he no longer has a thick layer of protection from junk, so that any Omen or other resurrection item won't be wasted.

Thinking of this, he immediately spoke:

"It's probably not feasible for me to starve to death. After all, I'm already an Outcast. To exhaust my [consciousness], I'd have to wait until people in the Real World completely forget about me, which could take several years or even more than a decade. But I have stored millions of [consciousness], enough to last for decades. Compared to letting myself die, I have other suggestions."

"You say it," Vera said, her weapon still pressed against Feng Xue's throat, her tone devoid of expectation. She didn't know what "strange tales" were, nor what they meant in the Real World, but she understood the concept of millions of [knowledge].

Having received permission, Feng Xue immediately said:

"I possess a wealth of knowledge, encompassing both cultural and combat aspects, which can help you solidify your Tag. Furthermore, I am Book Copyist, capable of copying genuine books, which should be quite valuable to you, right?"

"So all you've said is to get me to rescue you?" Vera seemed somewhat tempted, but still showed no sign of relenting. "How can I trust that you won't repay kindness with enmity after I rescue you?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xue immediately knew she had a chance and responded promptly:

"We can sign a contract notarized by Infinite City, and besides, all the bones in my body are broken right now. Even if you dig me out, I'll be a cripple and pose no threat."

"I've never even heard of a contract!" Vera muttered to herself, but then her eyes First Turn and she said:

"How about this, you teach us something first, and once I'm sure you have real skills, I'll recruit you. What do you say?"