Seeing Han Feidao get angry.
The rest did not dare to speak.
Although Han Feidao had a bad temper usually, it was rare to see him this furious.
Jiang Fan really did anger him.
Ling Shu rubbed her temples a bit wearily.
These two were simply never on the same page.
She vaguely understood the reason for this.
One fought for the Human Clan and fell into the Demon Race, while the other betrayed the Human Clan and joined the Demon Race.
Their stances were naturally opposed.
Reconciliation was almost impossible.
She could only stay beside Jiang Fan, silently accompanying him.
She whispered: "Brother, just try your best."
"Ling Shu will always support you."
Liu Li, on the other side, rolled her eyes.
She also snorted softly: "There’s no need for you to worry."
"Jiang Fan knows exactly what he’s doing."
But her words lacked confidence.
After all, these were lost Demon Race characters, forgotten for four hundred years.
Han Feidao recognized them through Demon Race ancient texts.
How would Jiang Fan possibly know them?
Hun Yuan also shook his head slightly.
The ancient Demon Race characters on the Jade Box had been consulted by many elder demons in Ling Shu’s tribe, all to no avail.
If a Human Clan youth easily deciphered it,
how ironic would that be?
He could barely accept it if it were Han Feidao, this old scholar.
Jiang Fan finished reading the text carefully.
Suddenly enlightened: "It really is a box."
Ling Shu was surprised: "Brother, did you really find something?"
Jiang Fan nodded slightly: "I’ve deciphered all the content."
"Do you want me to read it to you?"
Ling Shu’s eyes sparkled.
Jiang Fan actually deciphered it!
She nodded repeatedly: "Mhmm, Brother, please go ahead, I’ll take notes."
Han Feidao leisurely put down his brush.
He placed a sheet of rice paper full of characters face down on the table and pushed it to Ling Shu.
"I have also deciphered it."
"After he finishes his interpretation, you can read mine."
To prevent Jiang Fan from spouting nonsense, Han Feidao wrote the correct translation on paper.
When the time comes, they will compare the two.
Everyone will see at a glance if Jiang Fan was bluffing.
Ling Shu felt awkward.
Wasn’t this putting Jiang Fan in a tough spot?
If Jiang Fan had not deciphered it or made grave mistakes,
wouldn’t he be embarrassed in public?
But with Han Feidao watching, she could only take the paper and helplessly say: "Yes, Elder Han."
Jiang Fan seemed indifferent.
He said: "This is a mantra from the Muye Tribe."
"Similar to how we humans use a Space Storage Device, it requires a specific spell to open."
"The content is as follows."
Jiang Fan’s tone was calm and his enunciation clear.
He recited the mantra word for word.
The mantra had no particular meaning.
Every line was composed of independent characters randomly put together.
Ling Shu quickly took notes.
When Jiang Fan finished, she put down the pen and said: "Done!"
The others looked bemused.
He had recited it completely.
But was it not just gibberish?
They looked at Jiang Fan with suspicion.
Liu Li seemed a bit nervous.
Could Jiang Fan really be making stuff up?
Han Feidao had the correct answer on the side.
When they compare, if there are significant discrepancies, Jiang Fan would be humiliated.
Ling Shu felt uneasy, cautiously glancing at Han Feidao, unsure whether to compare the two mantras publicly.
But she was surprised to find,
Han Feidao seemed a bit lost,
staring fixedly at Jiang Fan, unblinking, deep in thought.
After some contemplation, Ling Shu unfolded the paper, intending to read it first.
If the differences were too great to hide, she would have to reveal it publicly.
If there were minor flaws, she would cover for Jiang Fan.
Ling Shu was astonished!
Because Han Feidao’s writing was identical to Jiang Fan’s speech!
There were several blanks in Han Feidao’s translation.
This meant he had not deciphered those characters and could not translate them.
was exactly the same!
It meant Jiang Fan’s understanding of the Muye Demon Clan characters was deeper than Han Feidao’s.
"Ling Shu, make it public!"
"Why are you looking at it alone?"
Jiang Fan had been in the spotlight today, and it was a rare chance for him to be embarrassed.
Was Ling Shu intending to cover for Jiang Fan?
How could it be so convenient?
Han Feidao, coming back to his senses, looked extremely awkward.
He took two sips of tea, bowing his head in silence.
It was utterly humiliating!
He had mocked Jiang Fan for imitating clumsily.
Who knew, he was the one imitating!
Jiang Fan’s mastery of the Demon Race characters far surpassed his own.
Not at all a mere imitator.
When they compared the two mantras, everyone would see the difference clearly.
Ling Shu’s eyes sparkled, she put away the two pieces of paper: "There’s nothing to see."
"What they wrote is exactly the same."
This way, Jiang Fan wouldn’t lose face, and Han Feidao wouldn’t either.
Hearing this, Han Feidao felt slightly relieved.
He looked at Ling Shu with even more affection.
Such a clever and considerate child.
Hun Yuan was displeased.
Taking advantage of Ling Shu lowering her head, he snatched the two pieces of paper and slapped them on the table, saying,
"If they’re the same, what’s there to hide?"
"Afraid your brother Jiang Fan will be embarrassed..."
As the two pieces of paper were made public,
everyone’s eyes fell upon them at once.
However, upon seeing them, their expressions froze.
Hun Yuan’s words stopped abruptly.
He looked at Jiang Fan’s complete mantra.
Then he looked at Han Feidao’s with several blanks.
He even doubted if he mixed them up.
But Han Feidao’s vigorous handwriting could not possibly be mistaken.
"This, this... Teacher..."
Hun Yuan realized then, Ling Shu wasn’t just protecting Jiang Fan.
She was preserving Han Feidao’s dignity!
He, in his arrogance, broke the pretense, leaving Han Feidao humiliated.
Han Feidao’s face turned ashen.
He glared at him sharply: "Go inform your father."
"I’m visiting your home tomorrow."
Ling Shu couldn’t help but cover her mouth and laugh lightly.
Trying to see Jiang Fan embarrassed, only to become the joke himself!
Liu Li’s face was full of joy.
Jiang Fan’s understanding of Demon Race characters was even higher than Han Feidao’s?
What else could he not do?
Today, Jiang Fan gave her too many unexpected surprises.
She had to completely see Jiang Fan in a new light.
Even from the Demon Race perspective, Jiang Fan was an outstanding peer.
Han Feidao’s face alternated between green and red. He said,
"Since the mantra has been deciphered."
"Ling Shu, you may open the Tiger Demon Emperor’s Jade Box."
Ling Shu eagerly nodded.
According to the mantra, opening the Jade Box required a Jade Scroll.
She immediately took out an ancient-looking Jade Scroll from her bosom.
This Jade Scroll was discovered alongside the Tiger Demon Emperor’s Jade Box.
Unexpectedly, opening the Jade Box required both the Jade Scroll and the mantra.
She pressed the Jade Scroll onto the Jade Box, then recited Jiang Fan’s mantra word for word.
In the silent booth, a subtle sound of mechanisms moving was heard!
The Tiger Demon Emperor’s Jade Box... was reacting!