"What’s wrong with you all?"
Han Feidao asked puzzledly.
Everyone acted so strange.
Purple Star smiled awkwardly and said, "Teacher, let’s sit somewhere else."
Han Feidao finally sensed something was off.
He glanced at Jiang Fan with suspicion. Could it be that the Ten-Star Demons were afraid of a young human?
Jiang Fan’s hands and feet were tied up.
Why would they be afraid of him?
With a stern face, he said, "Sit where I tell you to sit!"
Purple Star and the other Seven Stars exchanged glances.
They eyed each other, reluctant to sit next to Jiang Fan.
But no one dared to sit down.
Han Feidao got angry.
As a dignified teacher, couldn’t he command his students?
But what made him angrier came next.
Jiang Fan frowned and said, "Sit down, everyone!"
He was waiting to see what the Tiger Demon Emperor’s relic box was.
These people were late and now hesitated to sit down.
Startled them into sitting down quickly.
Purple Star reluctantly sat next to Jiang Fan, cupping his hands and said, "Prince Consort, you are here too."
Made Han Feidao pause.
His words had less effect than a young human’s?
He felt his face turned a bit red, snorted and said,
"Not even a prince consort yet, already so eager to please him."
"Since when did the Demon Race adopt such flattery?"
Purple Star smiled bitterly.
It wasn’t Jiang Fan’s identity as the prince consort he feared.
The Demon Race valued strength above all.
Identity was secondary.
Otherwise, how could Ling Shu dare to compete with the Demon Emperor’s daughter?
But he didn’t dare to mention the embarrassing incident of the Ten Stars being defeated to Han Feidao.
He could only smile bitterly in silence.
Seeing the atmosphere getting tense, Ling Shu quickly intervened.
"Alright, alright, it’s rare for Elder Han and all the elite demons to gather in one place."
"How can we waste such a moment?"
She walked to the corner.
Brought a bundle wrapped in animal skin to the table.
She removed the animal skin.
A square black jade stone appeared before their eyes.
Jiang Fan’s eyes flickered slightly, "What is this?"
Ling Shu, adjusting her skirt, sat next to Jiang Fan and said with a light smile, "It’s the Tiger Demon Emperor’s Jade Box."
Jiang Fan was momentarily stunned.
This jade stone was a single piece, with no visible seams.
Besides its square shape, it didn’t look like a box at all.
However, upon closer inspection, he noticed,
It was covered densely with Demon Race script.
The script was very ancient, vastly different from today’s Demon Race language.
"This relic box was obtained when the Tiger Demon Emperor fell."
"For decades, we have not been able to decipher the ancient demon language on it."
"Today, we bring it out in the hope that everyone’s wisdom can help unlock it."
"I specially asked the Clan Leader for permission, and those who successfully decipher it can keep thirty percent of its contents."
Ling Shu looked around at the crowd, her voice sweetly introducing it.
The crowd was intrigued upon hearing this.
The old Demon Emperor near divinity transformation, any little bit of legacy he left behind established the Sky Demon Emperor’s supreme rule over the demons today.
The jade box before them was so well-preserved.
What if it also contained such a legacy?
Liu Li, holding her belly, walked over and pulled Purple Star up.
She sat on Jiang Fan’s other side.
She glanced at Ling Shu, who was seated close to Jiang Fan’s left hand, then curiously looked at the Tiger Demon Emperor’s jade box.
Before she came here, she had thought little of the Tiger Demon Emperor’s jade box.
Now that she was here, she was more interested than anyone.
"Liu Li, as the Demon Emperor’s daughter with vast knowledge, do you understand the demon script on it?"
Ling Shu provoked her as she moved closer.
Liu Li gritted her teeth quietly.
Just because she’s the Demon Emperor’s daughter, should she know ancient demon script?
Every word is a jab at her!
Everyone was watching, Liu Li didn’t want to lose face.
With an air of confidence, she said, "What’s so difficult about these ancient demon script?"
"Jiang Fan, tell them what it says."
Jiang Fan secretly found it amusing.
Was this a trap for her fiancé, or to spite him?
Fortunately, he really did understand it.
"Alright, let me take a closer look."
Jiang Fan rotated the jade box, carefully examining the script on it.
Seeing his serious demeanor,
Ling Shu looked surprised,
"Brother, don’t push yourself."
"Liu Li was just teasing you."
She didn’t expect Jiang Fan could really understand Demon Race script.
The main guest today was Han Feidao.
Since joining the Demon Race, Han Feidao had devoted himself to studying demon culture.
He didn’t practice Martial Path, instead, he immersed himself in various surviving demon’s ancient books.
After decades, because of his understanding of demon culture,
If he claimed to be second, no one dared claim first.
Not even the Demon Emperor might understand more than he did.
he wasn’t even on the invitation list.
Jiang Fan said with a smile, "No problem."
"I happen to know a little about ancient demon script."
Ling Shu opened her tiny mouth in surprise and delight,
"Brother, you even know this?"
Liu Li, on his left, was briefly stunned.
Jiang Fan really did understand?
This guy, how could he be so versatile?
Hun Yuan also looked incredulous.
Jiang Fan could understand ancient demon script?
Han Feidao had spent his whole life studying demon’s ancient texts and didn’t dare claim mastery of demon scripts either.
Jiang Fan was only eighteen!
And with such high martial arts achievements, he couldn’t possibly have time to study demon script either.
Han Feidao glanced at Jiang Fan in surprise and laughed,
"This is a script from Muye Tribe, long lost in the river of history."
"Their last tribesman perished four hundred years ago."
"Except for a sheepskin scroll in the Demon Emperor Palace that records a small amount of their script, their traces have long disappeared."
The crowd looked confused.
Even the clever Ling Shu felt unfamiliar,
"If only our Demon Race could learn from the Human Clan."
"The Human Clan can pass down millennia of history uninterrupted."
"We Demons, just four hundred years, and nearly no history remains."
Jiang Fan glanced at Han Feidao with some surprise.
Despite being a detestable human traitor,
He did have some skills.
He indeed recognized the demon script.
Jiang Fan nodded slightly, "It is indeed Muye Tribe script."
"You actually recognize it."
Han Feidao laughed in mockery.
"Parroting what others say, if I mention a tribe, you just agree?"
He didn’t believe Jiang Fan could be as proficient in Muye Tribe script as he was.
The sheepskin scroll took him two years to decipher,
Cross-referencing numerous surviving demon texts.
Even then, he dared only claim familiarity with the scroll’s content,
but couldn’t recognize off-hand script not on the scroll.
Jiang Fan glanced at him coldly, frowning and said,
"You read yours, I read mine."
"Why so much nonsense!"
Constant interruptions were annoying.
"You!" Han Feidao was speechless with anger.
He originally didn’t want to argue with Jiang Fan.
Who would have thought, this kid was so rude.
"Like mimicking others, right?"
"Fine! You decipher it first!"
"Once you do, I’ll announce the correct answer!"
"I want to see how you fake it when I’m silent!"