In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar!

Kavi is indeed a very good person.

After Wang Yan helped him complete the translation, he selected Wang Yan's translation for his own research project and noted the translator's name as "Wang Yan".

As one of the leading scholars of the Wise Theory school and the winner of the "School Competition" in the last Church Council Celebration, the influence of Kavi's paper is self-evident.

Wang Yan's name became famous along with his thesis.

Fame has its pros and cons.

Okay, naturally his appearance fee is getting more and more expensive. The orders Khalid gets for him, even the cheap ones cost 30,000 to 50,000 Mora, and the expensive ones can even approach six figures. Wang Yan originally wanted to make money by developing some patented technology, but now he has found that translation is still the fastest way to make money.

Of course, Wang Yan didn't get carried away. When it came to difficult translations, he didn't dare to produce results immediately. He would often use the excuse of the translation difficulty to delay for a while.

Although this slowed down the speed at which he made money, it made things more reasonable. At least it prevented people from thinking that there was something wrong with how fast he was translating.

As for the bad...

Every industry has its niche, and normally there are people in any niche.

Wang Yan's emergence now, occupying a niche in the high-end translation field, will naturally offend people.

"You're Wang Yan, the one from Liyue?"

One day at noon, three or five scholars arrived, their faces showing displeasure, and blocked Wang Yan at the Menaka shop.

Wang Yan sighed inwardly. This was certainly not the first time. In recent days, as his reputation had risen, several groups of scholars had come to visit.

After nodding to the guests beside him, Wang Yan turned to the scholars and said softly, "Gentlemen, it is still working hours. If you wish to have a competition, please wait until I have finished my work with this gentleman."

The scholars, who had initially seemed somewhat aggressive, were taken aback by Wang Yan's gentle interruption.

Why else would you say that a scholar's rebellion won't succeed in three years?

Wang Yan has already discovered that if you are polite to these scholars from the Academy of Teachings, they will be embarrassed to get angry. These guys come to provoke you, but they actually try to reason with you!

Under the guests' interested gazes, Wang Yan spent more than ten minutes translating the ancient text and then handed it to them.

Then he looked at the scholars again.

"Gentlemen, you're probably here to discuss written language and spoken language with me too, right?"

The leading scholar had lost his initial aggressive demeanor, but still said in a stiff tone, "You are not one of us in the Epistemology school."

The translation of Sumeru was naturally monopolized by scholars of the Epistemological School.

After all, their expertise lies in writing and language, as well as runes and the like.

Wang Yan remained expressionless: "We're waiting for the next high school entrance exam to begin. You guys might soon become my seniors."

The scholars were taken aback, barely managing to hold their breath.

We came here to provoke you, and you said you'd call us seniors?

"Hmph, don't try to curry favor. We'll talk about it after you get into the academy." The leading scholar sneered. "We're here today to see if you're as powerful as the rumors say (in ancient Sumeru's words)."

"Of course, you are welcome to give me any advice, I will accept it all. (Ancient Sumeru language)" Wang Yan said with a smile.

He's cheating.

In terms of language and writing, as long as the other party speaks or takes out a piece of paper with writing on it, Wang Yan cannot possibly lose.

Unless the other party produces extraordinary runes, it might be difficult for Wang Yan to find a way out.

But this is no longer within his job scope.

Wang Yan would also frankly state that he came to the Academy of Teachings to learn more knowledge, and rune knowledge was within his scope of consideration.

"In your translation of the Old Red King language, the origins of several word roots are unclear. How do you explain this? (Fendnir)"

"In the evolution of the Red King language family, it absorbed the dialects of many different tribes. These word roots mainly came from these different desert tribes, and in the later desert empires, these tribes also left behind vocabulary with similar word roots. (Fendnir)"

"I heard you also translated the script that evolved from the [Engraved Inscription], something even the Nata people themselves couldn't explain. (Kanria)"

"That's not the case. Although the Nata's civilization is not as clearly defined as that of other countries, the Smoke Lord, as a priestly tribe, possesses a large number of woven scrolls. These scrolls are cultural heritages, and although they are difficult to decipher, there is no situation as you described where they are 'unexplainable.' (Kanria's words)"

"Muhe mita? Zido dala nye? (Hypercho: How have you been lately? Have you encountered any difficulties?)"

"Dada. Mi muhe mita dada. Zido dala nye. (Chich language: Thank you, I'm doing well lately, nothing's wrong.)"

"..."

The surrounding guests watched as Wang Yan and several scholars chatted amongst themselves.

They chattered away, and although I couldn't understand a word they said, it sounded impressive.

A dozen minutes later.

The scholars, who had switched between dozens of languages, looked ashen-faced.

Clearly, their language library has run dry.

Although the onlookers couldn't understand the complex language exchange, they had an instinct to read between the lines.

Seeing those aggressive scholars turn from red to white, and finally fall silent, remaining silent for a long time, how could one not understand the outcome?

It's unclear who started it, but a cheer filled with laughter and amazement broke the brief silence:

"He won! Mr. Wang Yan has won again!"

"That's amazing! How many languages ​​were used just now?"

"No wonder even scholar Kavi acknowledges him!"

The shop was instantly filled with a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. The onlookers laughed and agreed, looking at Wang Yan with admiration and at the scholars with a hint of mockery.

The scholars, whose faces were already ashen, turned bright red amidst the cheers of the crowd, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

In Sumeru, losing openly in a battle of knowledge is not shameful; in fact, it can be a source of pride.

But if you provoke someone outnumbered and still lose, it's a loss of face.

Fortunately, Wang Yan was not one to push his luck.

He showed no sign of triumph, instead suppressing his composure from his fluent responses and adopting a gentle, humble smile, nodding slightly to the embarrassed scholars.

"Please don't take offense. The research, identification, and translation of ancient scripts and languages ​​are the areas I've devoted the most effort to, and they are my areas of expertise."

"I have come to the Order Academy because I am keenly aware of my own shallow knowledge, especially in more profound areas such as semaphore and etymology, where I urgently need to further my studies."

"It is a rare opportunity for me to exchange ideas with you all today. Perhaps in the future, I will still have a lot to learn from you senior students in the academy."

The implication is that I'm getting an advantage, and if you're better at something than me, I might not be able to do it.

Upon hearing this, the scholars felt much less embarrassed, and the initial hostility and scrutiny in their eyes as they looked at Wang Yan were replaced by complex emotions.

It might be surprise, or it might be regret, but in the end, there was a touch more gentleness and recognition.

Wang Yan's knowledge far exceeded expectations, and what was even more commendable was his composure in victory and his consideration for others' feelings.

However, the leading scholar took a deep breath, shook his head, and solemnly said, "Mr. Wang Yan is too modest. We have lost, and we are ashamed to admit our inferiority in the breadth of language and writing."

"One of the basic requirements for graduating from the Epistemology School is to be proficient in the basic reading, writing, and conversation of at least twenty languages. Judging from your handling of the situation today, you have far exceeded this standard. With your abilities, passing the entrance exam and entering the academy should not be difficult at all."

He paused, his tone becoming more frank, even tinged with a wry smile: "As for the title 'senior'... I truly dare not accept it. In academia, the accomplished come first. After you enroll, perhaps it would be more appropriate for us to address each other as 'classmates.' We apologize for our abrupt intrusion today, witnessing your erudition and demeanor."

The other scholars nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Mr. Wang Yan truly lives up to his reputation."

"I look forward to studying with you at the Academy of Religious Affairs in the future."

"Please don't take offense at what I just said... cough."

Wang Yan smiled and returned the greeting with a cupped hand. He exchanged a few more polite words with the scholars and then courteously saw them out of the shop.

When he turned back, the customers in the shop looked at him with more genuine admiration.

There is a saying that in literature there is no first place, but in martial arts there is no second.

Being able to defeat other scholars through debate is a very impressive thing in Xumi.