Jiang Fang

Chen Hao recalled the original plot as he quickly returned to Jiangnan Pavilion.

Looking at the young woman before him, dressed in a purple training uniform with a tall, graceful figure, a flicker of amazement flashed through his eyes.

Full breasts, rounded hips, a slender waist, and a pretty face—she was truly a rare beauty among women. Of course, there was also her formidable strength.

Although Jiang Fang's physical attributes were only at the mid-level God of War Rank, her saber technique had truly reached the Artistic Conception level, giving her the strength of a high-level God of War, or even an Invincible War God.

Chen Hao had a favorable impression of Jiang Fang. The original story had mentioned that she disliked scheming and intrigue and instead enjoyed teaching students.

Her hobby was watching her students grow under her guidance. Setting everything else aside, that character alone was worthy of Chen Hao's respect.

Unfortunately, there had been no news of her whatsoever in the later stages. In Chen Hao's view, given the master-disciple relationship between Luo Feng and Jiang Fang, becoming an Immortal might have been uncertain, but becoming at least a World Lord should not have been a problem.

It was simply that the later story's world setting had become far too vast. Realm Lord Level figures were no longer worth describing in detail, and even Earth's situation had only been briefly mentioned.

Seeing that the student before her had quickly regained his composure, Jiang Fang was rather satisfied. If he had been a lust-driven man, she would certainly have turned and left. Even if his talent had been exceptional, she would not have accepted him as her student.

"You're Chen Hao, right? My name is Jiang Fang, and I'm your saber technique instructor. I just checked your Trial Tower level. Very impressive—you actually cleared the second floor. Come on, let's first take a look at your saber technique."

"Alright, Teacher. Then let's go to the underground training room." Seeing how straightforward Jiang Fang was, Chen Hao did not waste words.

After entering the hall, he led her to the underground training room. He opened it and took a practice saber from the weapon rack.

Jiang Fang also drew two curved sabers from behind her back.

"Teacher, be careful. I'm starting my attack."

"Just display your saber technique to the best of your ability." Jiang Fang spun one of the curved sabers in her hand.

Chen Hao did not stand on ceremony. He charged straight at her and brought his saber down in a head-on slash.

"Good." Jiang Fang looked at Chen Hao's strike, and a trace of admiration flashed through her eyes. There was not the slightest flaw in either its angle or speed.

Then, her curved saber lightly met his blade and tapped outward along the force of Chen Hao's strike.

Chen Hao immediately felt his saber shudder as it was knocked aside. Yet he did not falter. Instead, he followed her force and sharply dropped his blade, slipping past her curved saber.

Then Chen Hao spun around, his saber moving with his body. With a flick of his wrist, he slashed toward her waist.

Jiang Fang's other curved saber appeared before Chen Hao's blade at precisely the right moment.

As the spar continued, Jiang Fang grew increasingly satisfied with the student before her. From his saber technique, she could sense that both Chen Hao's movement technique and Basic Saber Technique had already reached perfection. To advance any further, he could only step into Artistic Conception.

Chen Hao had now used all his strength except that of a Spiritual Thought Master. Fierce saber light came wave after wave, continuously sweeping toward Jiang Fang.

Yet Jiang Fang was like a bottomless, shadowy pool, silently dissolving Chen Hao's attacks.

Chen Hao had never encountered an opponent capable of fighting him to such an extent. He therefore attacked her at maximum speed with all his strength.

"Alright, stop." Just as Chen Hao became immersed in his insights into the Nine Heavens Thunder Blade and Flowing Light Movement, Jiang Fang's voice came from across from him.

He withdrew his saber and stepped back. Only then did he realize that his clothes were already soaked through with sweat.

Jiang Fang was in slightly better condition, but her purple training uniform was also tightly stuck to her body with sweat, making her alluring figure even more captivating.

"There's nothing more I can teach you about your saber technique. What you need to do now is comprehend Artistic Conception. Your physical attributes don't seem low either. When using the Nine Heavens Thunder Blade, your strength fully reaches the God of War Rank. From now on, you need to spar with God of War powerhouses or go into the wilderness and battle Lord-level Monsters. Hmm?"

Seeing Chen Hao momentarily distracted, Jiang Fang did not mind. She was no young girl, and knowing her own condition, she understood her figure's appeal to young men. Thus, she was not angry. She merely evaluated Chen Hao's current saber technique and movement technique.

Chen Hao also gathered his thoughts and listened seriously to Jiang Fang's advice. "I understand. I hope to spar with you, Teacher, and even the other instructors at the Training Camp. I hope you can help me contact the Training Camp's God of War instructors for practice bouts."

Jiang Fang raised an eyebrow. "I have no problem with that. As for the others, I'll ask around for you. Let me borrow your bathroom." With that, she walked out of the basement.

Watching her enchanting figure disappear from sight, Chen Hao finally laughed at himself. "Looks like I'm still a normal man after all. Let's see the Identify results."

Jiang Fang.

Earthling.

Age: 36.

Talent: None.

Realm: Martial Artist Apprentice Level 8, Artistic Conception.

Skills:

Basic Saber Technique Artistic Conception. Copied.

Basic Movement Technique Artistic Conception. Copied.

Drowning Saber Technique, Level Five. Copied.

As expected of the most outstanding woman in the Training Camp, both her realm and skills were impeccable.

More importantly, he could finally rest easy. Since Artistic Conception-level martial arts could be copied, there was likewise a great chance that domains and law secret techniques could be copied as well.

He just did not know when he would encounter Hong. At that time, he would learn whether he could Copy Hong's domain skills and secret techniques.

When Chen Hao returned to the living room, Jiang Fang was coming out of the bathroom. Her clothes had already been dried, and she had taken another shower.

"Let's stop here for today. I'll ask the other instructors for you. If they don't have time, the two of us can continue sparring tomorrow. I hope it will help you comprehend Artistic Conception." With that, she picked up her twin sabers and left Jiangnan Pavilion.

Chen Hao felt his stamina rapidly recover under the replenishment of the Nine-Hundred-Year He Shou Wu. His physical attributes were also rising sharply.

Chen Hao kept Jiang Fang's help in mind. At the very least, he could not let her end up worse off than she had in the original story.

Relishing the exhilarating feeling of fighting Jiang Fang, Chen Hao could not help smiling. As expected of a God of War Rank sparring partner! It seemed he would soon be able to reap the benefits of all those God of War instructors.

Given Teacher Jiang Fang's connections, it would probably be difficult for any of the Training Camp instructors to refuse her invitation.