Chapter 546: More Demonic than the Demon Clan's Language

Grrr!

The Golden-Clawed Iron Wolf immediately bared its fangs and claws, letting out angry howls at Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan rubbed his nose. "What's this guy saying?" He didn't understand a single word of the demon language.

The others also shook their heads.

Liang Feiyan's expression was strange. "Why do I feel like it has a grudge against Junior Brother Jiang? Junior Brother Jiang, do you know this demon wolf?"

Jiang Fan had been killing a lot of demon beasts recently. For a moment, he wasn't quite sure if he had let this one escape somewhere.

"It's a Golden-Clawed Iron Wolf."

Wu Manyue sauntered over, swaying her waist. When she reached Jiang Fan, she said gloatingly, "This demon wolf is cursing you. And it's saying some pretty foul things."

"Really?" Jiang Fan looked at Wu Manyue suspiciously. "Could it be that you're proficient in the demon language?"

"Ha!" Wu Manyue cupped her ample chest with both hands and rolled her eyes. "A minor demon language? With my talent, wasn't it easy to master? This demon wolf is calling you... 'little cutie'. It says you ruined its reputation and it's sworn to be your sworn enemy."

Jiang Fan suddenly realized. Staring at the howling demon wolf, he exclaimed in surprise, "So it's you, you scoundrel! What's wrong? Didn't you get your Human Race Honor Medal? Didn't the Giant Sect arrange for a female wolf to entertain you properly?"

This Golden-Clawed Iron Wolf was the deputy captain of the royal guard. Previously, Jiang Fan had interrogated it to obtain the crucial intelligence that Consort Yunxia was bringing the Demon Emperor's essence blood to the front lines.

Wu Manyue spoke in the demon language, translating Jiang Fan's words. The Golden-Clawed Iron Wolf immediately let out agitated roars.

Wu Manyue covered her mouth and chuckled. "Do you want me to translate?"

Jiang Fan chuckled. "No need." He knew without translation that it must be cursing him badly. He raised his palm, and a layer of poisonous mist pulsed in his palm. "It's been a while since I've used my poison technique; my hand feels a bit itchy."

The moment the Golden-Clawed Iron Wolf saw the poisoned palm, its mind was immediately dominated by the fearful memory of Jiang Fan tormenting it with the poisoned palm. It instantly shut its big mouth, not making a sound. It only dared to peek at Jiang Fan with its eyes.

Everyone clicked their tongues in amazement. It seemed the Golden-Clawed Iron Wolf had suffered greatly at Jiang Fan's hands back then.

"Why are we bringing this demon traitor along?" Jiang Fan withdrew his poisoned palm and asked.

Wu Manyue replied, "Firstly, for transportation. Secondly, no one recognizes Consort Yunxia. After we wipe out this royal team, someone will need to identify the bodies, right?"

"I see." Jiang Fan said, "When do we depart?"

Wu Manyue looked up at the sky. "Anytime is fine. We just need to make sure we arrive near the Valley of Lost Souls in a day."

Jiang Fan nodded and was about to jump onto the Golden-Clawed Iron Wolf. Then he suddenly noticed the Golden-Clawed Iron Wolf was carrying a stack of books on its back. He was slightly startled. Disbelievingly, he pulled out a book and asked in surprise, "Aren't these the ancient texts from Commissioner Luo's place? Who exchanged them?"

These were precisely the texts on the languages of the myriad races. He wanted them but didn't have enough merit points to exchange for them. He couldn't believe they would appear here.

"They're a gift for Uncle-Master," Xia Chaoge smiled faintly. Seeing Jiang Fan's delight, a great sense of satisfaction welled up in her heart.

"Chaoge, you... you exchanged them and gave them to me?" Jiang Fan asked in surprise. He realized that Commissioner Luo had probably mentioned his fondness for the books, so Xia Chaoge had proactively exchanged them as a gift for him.

"How many merit points did these cost?" Jiang Fan felt a heavy feeling in his heart. Every single merit point was earned by Xia Chaoge risking her life. To exchange for a gift for Jiang Fan, it was especially precious.

Xia Chaoge's faint smile remained. "Not much, three hundred."

"Only three hundred merit points, then." Jiang Fan felt much more relieved. Three hundred merit points was acceptable to him. He smiled and said, "Thank you. Uncle-Master really likes them."

A satisfied smile appeared on Xia Chaoge's beautiful face. With that one sentence, it was worth exchanging the hairpin.

"Aha," Wu Manyue looked at Xia Chaoge with amusement. That bundle of texts on the languages of the myriad races was a precious ancient book from a thousand years ago. In the Heavenly Machine Pavilion, it required immense contributions to exchange for. Even after being placed in the treasury, the requirements would be much lower. But it was absolutely not something that could be obtained with just three hundred merit points. Xia Chaoge's total merit points might not even be enough. It was likely she paid some additional price to exchange for them.

"What does Senior Sister Wu want to say?" Xia Chaoge met her gaze and asked calmly.

Wu Manyue shrugged her fragrant shoulders and chuckled. "Nothing."

Turning around, she jumped onto the demon wolf and said, "Let's go!" She, who always seemed to revel in chaos, saw through it this time but didn't expose it.

The group set off towards the Valley of Lost Souls, a day's journey away. Meanwhile, Jiang Fan began flipping through the numerous texts. He quickly found the language texts related to the demon race.

The demon language was very complex and not easy to master. Even though ancient sages had personally compiled it, progressing from simple to profound to make it as understandable as possible, it was still extremely complicated. Fortunately, Jiang Fan's comprehension was astonishing. Flipping through page after page, he quickly grasped the content.

Wu Manyue watched Jiang Fan flipping through the book so quickly and couldn't help but sneer, "You can't learn the demon language by skimming ten lines at a glance. I toiled for three years and still wouldn't dare say I've mastered the demon language; I can only say I can communicate without hindrance."

Jiang Fan was focused and had no time to pay attention to her. By now, he could already understand the low murmurs occasionally made by the demon wolf beneath him. He could barely manage to communicate with demon beasts. However, this compilation of demon language by the ancient sages was all-encompassing. It contained several obscure scripts that were now lost even to the demon race. Since he had managed to obtain such a precious book, he naturally wanted to learn as much as possible.

A day later, Jiang Fan's head was spinning. His mind was filled with a vast amount of new information. He had only spent three days and three nights comprehending the Heaven-tier cultivation technique 'Five Fading Flows'. Spending a full day on a language book was a first for him. Correspondingly, his gains were immense. It was no exaggeration to say that he understood the demon language better than the current demon race.

"We've reached the Soul-Severing Gorge," Wu Manyue suddenly reminded them.

A long gorge appeared before their eyes. The gorge was a thousand zhang deep. It was dark and bottomless. There was absolutely no possibility of climbing up. Only the entrances and exits on either side allowed passage out of the gorge.

Coincidentally, the entrance on the other side of the Soul-Severing Gorge had collapsed years ago, completely blocking it. Only the gorge entrance before them allowed passage. As long as they guarded this place, they could ambush the defeated remnants.

Boom!

Not long after, a small, snowy-white, invisible ox silently arrived near them. Ten human figures with powerful auras successively dismounted from it. They were precisely the elders assigned to the mission of assassinating the Demon Emperor's consort.

Among them, one elderly man, past sixty, was hunched and dressed plainly. There wasn't a trace of sharp aura about him. Anyone who didn't know might think he was a rural old man. However, the other nine elders, drawn from various sects, all deferred to him.

Wu Manyue was even more surprised. As a disciple of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion, she dared not be arrogant. She stepped forward, cupped her hands in a bow, and said, "Grand Elder Fang, why have you come as well?"

"Grand Elder?" Jiang Fan and the others were all startled. To think such top-tier combat power had been dispatched. The younger generation naturally didn't dare to be disrespectful and stepped forward to bow.

After Xia Chaoge recognized the old man's face, she frowned slightly. She subtly shifted her stance, blocking half of Jiang Fan's body. Liang Feiyan also subtly realized something. She glanced at Jiang Fan out of the corner of her eye, revealing a worried expression. Ouyang Jun, Xie Liushu, Hua Xiangchen, and Li Shiqian also had slight changes in their expressions. They secretly broke out in a cold sweat for Jiang Fan.

Because the Grand Elder before them was none other than Grand Elder Fang Taiji of the Giant Sect!

The worst part was, he had another identity: Tie Bubai's master!