Chapter 147: Chapter 138 Pronunciation

After reciting the sixth Divine Text, the five dwarves and Zhang Xinglie all breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s just strange characters with strange pronunciations, just follow along.

Then, the little elf waved the magic wand, light appeared, and the six Divine Texts combined together, rotating horizontally.

“Alright, now read aloud with your consciousness: ’Mang… Ang… Xiang…’”

The little elf elongated each pronunciation, with the strangest thing being the resonance from the pelvis, abdominal cavity, chest cavity, oral cavity, nasal cavity, to the cranial cavity, six chambers resonating.

The five dwarves reached around themselves in confusion, how to pronounce this?

This feeling was like a fish demon scrawling and vomiting at the same time.

Only Zhou Leng seemed to find a treasure, delighted, following the recitation.

But after five attempts, all failed.

Zhou Leng didn’t give up but carefully recalled the Celestial Tier Sound Transmission, slowly combining consciousness and body, to pronounce together.

“Mang… Ang… Xiang…”

Successfully pronounced.

At the moment of recitation, a semi-transparent Divine Text emerged in his mind, emitting specks of starlight, unlike other Divine Texts.

Other Divine Texts spun wildly.

It was the first time Zhou Leng correctly pronounced a Divine Text, feeling joyful.

The little elf stared at Zhou Leng with wide eyes, clapping excitedly and laughing: “This little friend is excellent, remember to ask the teacher for a reward after class. As for you… why aren’t you studying well?”

The little elf cheerfully waved the magic wand, the five dwarves and Zhang Xinglie were knocked flying, smashing into the wall, spitting blood from their mouths, looking extremely miserable.

Can we still study well?

We really love learning!

The elf teacher said, “You still have one last chance.”

Then, the little elf explained the six Divine Texts again, and then combined them into a single Divine Text, using consciousness to read aloud again.

“Shu… Xi… Shi…”

The six people opened their mouths, unable to pronounce such strange sounds.

Zhou Leng tried twice unsuccessfully, but succeeded in the third attempt with the correct pronunciation.

“This little friend is amazing! You six… are simply wasting my time. Get out!”

The elf teacher suddenly opened her mouth to roar, with visible white air shaking.

Bang…

The six people were blown away, smashing into the wall, then with a flash of light, disappeared.

“Very good, you wait here for the next class of little friends, if you are the best, you will receive a reward.”

Zhou Leng found it a bit strange, but the joy of fully learning Divine Texts was so great, he repeatedly recalled the two Divine Texts just learned, subtly simulating their pronunciation.

After ten minutes, a team of over twenty dwarves came in.

“Alright, little friends, please sit down and class begins.”

More than twenty dwarves sat down in confusion.

One dwarf exclaimed: “Aren’t you from the Giant Furnace…”

The little elf waved the magic wand, and the talking dwarf flew back, hitting the wall, his head tilted, falling unconscious.

The other dwarves dared not breathe loudly in fright.

Then, the little elf teacher explained the third Divine Text.

The more than twenty dwarves followed in a disorderly fashion, only Zhou Leng pronounced correctly.

After explaining the fourth Divine Text, the little elf teacher growled in fury once again, teleporting away the unproductive little friends.

Just like that, Zhou Leng welcomed wave after wave of dwarves here.

Every wave of dwarves were tragically blown away by the gentle yet fiery elf teacher.

After mastering the pronunciation of twelve Divine Texts, a team of green-skinned orcs arrived.

The leader of this team wore a red waistband, descended from a demigod.

He scanned the room, raised a hand, stopping all the orcs.

The orcs, prepared for battle, quieted down.

Everyone stared at Zhou Leng.

The orc leader exchanged glances with an orc.

That orc immediately charged forward, shouting, “Where did this human come from!”

While speaking, he stretched out a rough hand, aiming at the top of Zhou Leng’s head.

“Dare bully an outstanding student?”

The little elf, furious, face slightly flushed, waved the magic wand.

Then the orc’s body stiffened, suddenly cut into thousands of pieces by an invisible force, dropping to the ground with a crack.

The little elf waved the magic wand again, the flesh disappeared without a trace.

“And you…”

The little elf aimed the magic wand at the orc leader: “Since you don’t want to learn the Divine Text, then don’t learn!”

The orc leader flew backward, smashing into the wall.

His chest and abdomen collapsed, limbs shattered, spitting blood.

The orcs were shocked numb.

Irritable little elf…

“Get out!” The little elf roared again, teleporting all the orcs away.

“Thank you, teacher…” Zhou Leng used Celestial Tier Thought Transmission, unable to speak aloud.

The elf teacher soon restored a smiling face, praised: “This little friend is very smart, can apply learning critically. I’ll teach you a few extra things, thanks should be formulated like this…”

The little elf taught, Zhou Leng learned, another new Divine Text emerged in his mind.

Subsequently, teams kept coming in.

After finishing the eighteenth Divine Text, the little elf sent away the other students, Zhou Leng stayed to continuously review.

After half an hour, a new group appeared.

Only two dwarves, the rest were all humans.

Zhou Leng turned his head to glance, both sides were stunned.

Zhou Leng recognized two people, one was Zhao Le, the other was Lou Fei Qiong.

“Little friends, please sit down and adhere to classroom rules.”

Zhao Le politely nodded at Zhou Leng, asked: “Where’s Zhang Xinglie?”

“Don’t speak out of turn.” The little elf waved the magic wand, Zhao Le was blown back three steps, not hitting the back wall.

Everyone looked at Zhao Le in surprise.

He hurriedly pointed to his mouth, then shook.

“Everyone, sit down.”

Zhao Le quickly sat down, and the others followed suit.

Zhou Leng discreetly glanced at Lou Fei Qiong, then turned to look at the blackboard.

“Children, today we are going to learn Divine Text.”

Everyone in the group looked at Zhao Le.

Lou Fei Qiong remained silent, gently nodding to Zhao Le, as both could understand dwarven language.

Zhao Le smiled, straightening up slightly.

As an outstanding student from Yunhua University’s Divine Literature Academy, an Intermediate Divine Text Researcher, proficient in various languages, he came here precisely to assist Lou Fei Qiong.

Although along the way… he hadn’t been much help.

But since this concerned Divine Text, he had to showcase his talent and let the Zhao Clan and Lou Family witness his linguistic skills.

The little elf resumed teaching, starting with the surface characters.

Zhao Le and Zhou Leng, who understood dwarven, followed along, and the rest also chimed in.

They repeatedly chanted the words.

Slowly, an indescribable joy appeared on Zhao Le’s face, marking the first time the Human Race had encountered the pronunciation of Divine Text.

A quick-witted Body Refinement expert opened their Demonized Watch to record…

“No cheating allowed.” The little elf waved the magic wand, sending the person flying, coughing up blood.

Everyone’s hearts skipped a beat, realizing this little elf was far more formidable than any previous traps.

Zhao Le felt slightly regretful about not being able to record, but was quickly overcome by the joy of discovery.

This was the pronunciation of Divine Text!

If he could master just one character, if he could grasp the complete pronunciation of just one Divine Text, once back in Xiong City, his life would radically change.

With the pronunciation of Divine Text, he could directly enter the Divine Text Bureau and before long, become a special researcher.

As long as the future proceeded normally, there was a high chance of becoming an academician, possibly founding a new field of study.

Divine Text Phonetics.

Zhao Le was overwhelmed with excitement, following the little elf’s pronunciation.

The little elf finished teaching six surface characters, then used the magic wand to project a three-dimensional Divine Text, and instructed: “Follow me with consciousness pronunciation: Gray… Though… Push…”

“Huh?” Zhao Le felt as if doused in cold water.

He could understand the consciousness, could comprehend the pronunciation, but what was consciousness pronunciation? Why did it require the whole body from head to toe to join in?

Zhao Le opened his mouth, trying several times, but couldn’t make a sound.

He pressed his hand on his Dantian, trying to pronounce, but still couldn’t.

Saliva sprayed out, yet he couldn’t produce the little elf’s sound.

Then, Zhou Leng’s voice echoed in the classroom.

“Gray… Though… Push…”

Everyone turned in unison to look at Zhou Leng.

Eyes full of questions.

Zhao Le looked at Zhou Leng, with his mouth slightly open, dazed.

“Great, let’s move on to the next lesson…”

After learning the twentieth Divine Text, the little elf waved her magic wand, transporting the others away.

The little elf teacher looked at Zhou Leng, gently pushing her glasses with her right hand, and smiled: “Congratulations on completing the first class of kindergarten. Your talent has surpassed the teacher’s imagination. As the only child in countless years to master the first lesson, the teacher awards you a little flower.”

The little elf flew over, a real flower appearing in her hand.

About the size of a bottle cap, the pristine eight-petal flower sparkled with starlight, with four sepals covered in colorful dewdrops.

A rainbow shone between each pair of dewdrops.

The little elf tossed the flower toward Zhou Leng, and it went straight to his brow, entering his sea of consciousness.

Before the Mountain of Will, besides the damaged Sea Suppression Map wall and the unknown purpose Divine Communication Order, there now appeared a starry little flower.

“Alright, the first lesson is complete. Don’t forget to study for the second lesson. Class dismissed.”

The little elf waved to Zhou Leng.

A flash of light, his body torn by immense force, and after a moment of darkness and brightness, he found himself in an empty subterranean hall.

Zhou Leng quickly moved to a concealed spot, recalling and pronouncing what he learned.

After recording, he used three-dimensional mapping to document all twenty Divine Texts.

Finally, he wrote down his study insights.

Upon completing everything, Zhou Leng sighed in relief.

All those Ancient God Eyes, dwarf inhabitants, none of it mattered now.

Mastering the pronunciation of Divine Text was more important than acquiring a Headless God.

If he could indeed deduce the rules of Divine Text’s consciousness sequencing and pronunciation, decoding Divine Texts would advance by leaps and bounds.

Zhou Leng delved deeper into learning, so much so that he forgot he was within the Ancient King’s Treasure.

A sudden rush of footsteps interrupted Zhou Leng’s learning process.

Zhou Leng frowned, hiding in the shadows, and peeked outside discreetly.

He saw a familiar group of beastmen passing by ahead.

One beastman was carrying a Red Belt beastman, the same bully from his kindergarten class.

However, only seven of them were left.

And, each was gravely wounded.

The worst injuries seemed related to the little elf.

Zhou Leng quickly estimated their strength, packed everything, used his Lightweight Skill to stealthily follow them.

The sound of his steps was completely muffled by the beastmen’s footsteps.

Zhou Leng followed them into a narrow passage, closing in on the last beastman, knowing that the creatures were big and strong, merely breaking its neck might not kill it instantly.

Thus, Zhou Leng covered its mouth with one hand, grasped its neck with the other, True Qi surging.

He clawed fiercely, his five fingers piercing into the beastman’s throat like a knife into tofu, then twisted with a crisp snap.

The axe in the beastman’s hand fell.

“Be careful, don’t be reckless…”

The beastman in front spoke while slowly turning his head.

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