In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar

Two burly men wielding curved blades seized an opening and suddenly charged out from the flank, their target Wang Yan, who was being protected in the center by three axemen in front of them.

"Watch out!" the axe-wielder shouted, swinging his axe to block.

But the opponent's attack was extremely swift, and it seemed they were about to break through the axe shadow—

"Whizzing!"

Two arrows flew from behind almost simultaneously, piercing the knees of the two men with perfect accuracy.

The wind element attached to the arrow exploded slightly upon impact, causing not only intense pain but also causing them to lose their balance and fall to the ground.

Tana stood in the shadows a little further away, her longbow as steady as a rock, her eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

She did not stop; the bowstring twanged continuously, and arrows flew towards all parts of the battlefield as if they had eyes.

Whenever an enemy tries to bypass the front line or finds an opportunity to attack the back row, they are always accurately intercepted by her arrows.

Each arrow can render the opponent incapable of fighting.

Her existence was like an invisible line of death, completely extinguishing any chance the criminal gang could "capture" her.

Oh, this "king" refers to the "king" in "king's words," which makes one chuckle.

"Damn it, hold off these crazy women for me, I'll deal with the scholar." Bai Riminglei roared, swung his axe to force Denara back, and then suddenly charged towards Wang Yan.

Denara and Sand Pure Water were about to return to help, but they were desperately intercepted by the surrounding criminal gangs.

They can't defeat the gilded female group members wielding Evil Spirit weapons in a one-on-one fight, but they can certainly do so if a group of them restrains them.

"Tanara!" Denara shouted a reminder.

She naturally understood that the three axemen beside Wang Yan were no match for a man who could roar like thunder in broad daylight.

Putting aside the power of the Eremen's weapons, the fact that the Thunderclap of the Day is a professionally trained desert warrior makes him far more skilled than any axeman on the battlefield.

"Your opponent is me!"

Before Denara could even speak, she had already made her move, sending several wind arrows hurtling towards the Thunderclap in the Daylight while she herself rushed forward.

"You dare to stop me? Why don't you summon your evil spirit?"

With a ferocious laugh, Bai Riming Lei swung his giant axe, severing the wind arrows. Lightning crackled outwards, and his Calamity weapon granted him the power to wield the element of lightning.

Tana La remained silent, her expression icy, and continued to fire arrow after arrow, aiming directly at the opponent's vital points.

As a wind spirit archer, she can certainly unleash the Evil Spirits, and even Denara, as a blade dancer, can, but... the unleashing of Evil Spirits comes at a price. For sealed Evil Spirits, only the wails of the defeated can quell their anger, whether it be the enemy or the master.

Moreover, Tana didn't think the other party needed her to free the Evil Spirit.

A bluish light emanated from the great bow, and the wind element began to surge. Tanara had already arrived in front of Wang Yan, sweeping the bow arm horizontally, and a beam of bluish light shot out, blocking the spreading lightning.

"Do you want to go head-to-head with me?"

The Thunderous Axe swept across the battlefield, scattering the three axemen in front of him, before launching a leaping slash that aimed directly at Tanara.

This person's combat strength is indeed high, exceeding the level that a typical Daytime Thunderclap could possess. No wonder he still spoke so arrogantly even when he saw the two Evil Spirit Messengers.

However, Tana was no pushover either. With a leap, wind arrows converged and blasted towards the opponent, once again stopping the daytime thunder.

However, neither the attackers nor the defenders seemed to realize that the target they were trying to kill and protect, the scholar from the Academy, showed no fear whatsoever.

"A demon weapon?"

"...I can feel...your pain."

"Wailing, roaring...sorrow...despair..."

"And... are you looking forward to... waiting for your mistress to return?"

Looking at the Evil Spirit weapons surging with elemental power on the battlefield, Wang Yan's eyes flashed with a trace of sorrow, as if he were seeing his family and friends being imprisoned.

He could hear the murmurs of the evil spirits… or rather… the spirits that guarded the city.

Even when they were incorporated into weapons and became delirious, they still called out the name of the Flower Mistress.

Wang Yan knew, of course, that these guardian spirits could not be direct descendants of the Flower Goddess. Most of them were creatures of the Lilupal Yin Realm, but their chaotic intelligence still yearned for the glory of their mistress.

While Wang Yan was thinking

Sunburst Thunder, blocked by Tanara, seemed a little impatient. He turned to look at the jungle: "Damn it, are you still going to watch? If you don't make a move soon, I'm taking my men and retreating."

After a moment of silence in the jungle, a hoarse voice rang out.

"So many years have passed, and the desert people haven't improved at all. They have three times the number of the enemy, yet they've managed to fight to this extent. Luckily, the master let me come, otherwise... this scholar would have really escaped a disaster."

A middle-aged man in a formal suit emerged from the jungle, followed by several upright, self-regulating machines.

"Bullshit! Aren't you a deserter too? You've been away for a few years, and you've forgotten what kind of trash you are?" Bai Riminglei, seemingly not the other party's subordinate, directly cursed.

"...rude, no wonder they can only beg for food in the desert."

The middle-aged man in the formal attire snorted coldly, but didn't turn hostile. He simply looked at Tanara, who was blocking the daytime thunderclap, and said, "Squad One, kill her."

As soon as he finished speaking, the automatic mechanism behind the middle-aged man activated instantly, raising the machine gun in his hand and beginning to fire at Tana.

"Scholar, step back." Tana's expression was somewhat unpleasant, but she still looked out for Wang Yan and stood in front of him.

Seeing this, Bai Riminglei smiled and said, "Thinking about others? Think about yourself."

He grinned menacingly, and dazzling lightning crackled from the giant axe in his hand as he cleaved it directly at Tanara.

Faced with the sweeping fire from the autonomous machinery and the thunderous axe of the daytime, Tana's expression finally turned serious.

"Evil spirits unleash, demonic kites... hunt with me!"

A wind elemental summoning portal appeared above Tanara's head, from which a gigantic wind demon flew out, letting out a fierce howl.

On the other side, Denara, seeing this, also freed Ereshkigal.

"Evil spirits, unleash your power! Serpents...dance with me!"

The same summoning gate, but now infused with grass elements, appeared above Denara's head, from which a slender, crowned grass serpent emerged.

After the two evil spirits appeared, they immediately displayed a berserk state.

With each flap of its wings, the Wind Demon Kitess unleashed a barrage of wind blades, directly suppressing the thunderous roar of daytime.

Needless to say, the Grass Serpent can roam among enemies, and a casual strike can send an entire criminal gang crashing to the ground in agony.

The Evil Spirit weapons are among the few extraordinary assets left to the desert people by the Desert Empire.

"Finally got it working?"

At the edge of the jungle, the middle-aged man in formal attire smiled and reached into his robes to pull out a spherical device: "We're all desert people... how could I not know how powerful the Elings are? I had already thought I might run into an Eling Envoy when I returned. The master is right, you old-fashioned folks have no idea how amazing science and technology are."

With that, he threw the spherical device in his hand onto the battlefield.

"Om~"

An invisible ripple instantly appeared, and the two evil spirits let out heart-wrenching roars.

"What!?" The masters of the Evil Spirits exclaimed in shock.

“The Evil Spirits are essentially living beings, so they also possess souls. In fact, compared to other life forms, once the Evil Spirits are removed from their weapons, their souls are essentially exposed to the air... Although they can exert great power, it also means that they have lost their defenses against their souls.”

"You see, just a little bit of mental shock is enough to drive these mindless guys into madness and weakness."

The middle-aged man in the formal attire, looking very elegant, looked at the crazed E'ling and chuckled.

"Is this your trump card?"

Just as the battlefield descended into chaos, a faint voice rang out.

"What?" The middle-aged man looked towards the source of the voice, only to find it was the scholar who had been protected. He immediately laughed, "Scholars from the Academy of Teachings... are they all so arrogant? Tsk tsk tsk, back in Fengdan, those researchers were much more humble than you scholars."

"So you come from Maple Leaf... oh no, you're someone who left the desert and went to Maple Leaf."

Wang Yan stepped out from behind Tana La, extended his right hand, and the "Seventy-Two Xuanming" detached from his wrist, hovering beside him: "You mentioned 'Master' before, which means there's someone behind you. It should be the merchant who escaped before, right?"

With a light tap of his finger, "Seventy-Two Cyclone Blades" trembled slightly, and dozens of wind blades appeared out of thin air, sweeping towards the criminal gang in front of him. Each blade was incredibly precise, severing the wrists of the enemies holding weapons.

"Ugh~"

Screams rang out one after another.

"Damn it, this person is no ordinary scholar! The information was wrong!"

Roaring in the daytime, Thunder roared and, ignoring Tana, charged directly at Wang Yan.

Wang Yan ignored him completely, not even glancing at him, and continued to look at the middle-aged man in the distance.

However, several rock element runes appeared on the surface of the "Seventy-Two Cyclones of Light". The next moment, several rock spikes rose from the ground and pierced through Bai Ri Ming Lei's feet. Before he could cry out in pain, several more rock pillars rose up and sandwiched him in the middle.

Wang Yan continued, looking at the middle-aged man opposite him: "You're sending these idiots around, probably so that Dolly can't leave on time, right?"

"Let me guess, your 'master' must have ordered goods from Dolly, or at least it's related to the goods Dolly delivered this time."

"As desert people, you are very aware of Dolly's reputation, so you hope Dolly will deliver the goods late so you can get compensation, or even... extort money from Dolly, right?"

"After all, if it were just for those accessories, you wouldn't need to attack me, a scholar."

Hearing Wang Yan's words, the middle-aged man's expression darkened: "So what if you guessed it?"

"How is it?" Wang Yan smiled and looked at the other side of the forest. "The Grand Wind Inspector has already admitted it. That should be enough to launch an application for assistance in the investigation against Maple Leaf."

The next moment, to the incredulous gaze of the middle-aged man, Seno emerged from the woods with the disciplinary officer and a group of thirty men, along with Dolly and her guards.

"Wow, Scholar Wang Yan, how did you know we were here?" Dolly exclaimed in surprise. "I used an item given to me by a witch!"

“Because of my sense of responsibility, Lord Sango Mahabayi, I am certain that you and Seno will not allow my friends and the Nara Brigade to truly be in danger,” Wang Yan said with a smile, then looked at Seno, “These guys are in your hands, Great Wind Discipline Officer.”

"Don't worry." Seno reached out and grasped the Staff of Crimson Sand, which appeared in his hand. The next moment, he rushed towards the middle-aged man protected by the autonomous mechanism.

Wang Yan, on the other hand, walked towards the two crazed E Ling.

"(Angelic language) Calm down, child."

As soon as the words were spoken, the two frenzied spirits seemed to have heard something incredible and instantly stopped.

They looked at Wang Yan, their auras gradually softening.

"(Angel's words) May the blessings of the Lady of Flowers soothe your pain."

Wang Yan reached out his hand, and the power of the Flower Goddess's blessing slowly surged, gently caressing the bodies of the two evil spirits... or rather, the crippled spirit-suppressing bodies.

"Whoosh~"

The two Evil Spirits, which the desert people saw as killing machines, made soft, cat-like whimpering sounds as Wang Yan stroked them.

While Wang Yan was calming down the two evil spirits, the self-regulating mechanism that had been raging just moments before had become a pile of garbage. The middle-aged man in a formal suit who had originally looked like a gentleman had been tied up by Seno and thrown on the ground.

As for the gold-plated girls of the Nara Troupe, they had already put away their weapons and looked at Wang Yan, who was pacifying Erling, with disbelief in their eyes.

Even the master of the evil spirit could not carelessly touch it like that.

It should be understood that, in the eyes of the Evil Spirit Messenger, every Evil Spirit's release requires bloodshed as retribution.

That's why Denara and Tanaara only released Ereshkigal at the last critical moment.

"Wang Yan... how did you do that?" Denara asked in disbelief.

Wang Yan rubbed the E'ling that was snuggling close to him and said with a smile, "Want to learn?"

Denara's eyes lit up: "Is it okay?"

"Hmm...of course you can. Although you can't do it to my extent, you can still make the spirit town like you more."

"Suppressing Spirits?"

“Oh, they are Evil Spirits, but I prefer to call them Town Spirits. They are the retinue of the Flower Mistress,” Wang Yan said softly. As he spoke, the two Town Spirits rubbed against him happily.

"Then please teach us how to communicate with the spirits." Denara said.

“Then repeat after me: (Angelic language) May He be forever beautiful, may flowers always bloom, may moonlit nights and feasts never cease!” Wang Yan said with a smile.

Upon hearing Wang Yan's awkward and unfamiliar language, the gilded girl group members wanted to go to the Academy for further studies for the first time.

However, seeing how excited the two spirits were, they still tried their best to imitate Wang Yan's pronunciation.

In fact, to Wang Yan, even though their imitations were very good, their language still lacked the extraordinary power of angelic language.

However, that's enough.

At least in the ears of the spirit town, these humans who drove them were offering praise to the Flower Mistress.

Chapter 156 Casazale Palace