Flying Snow Saber Entry Level

"Jiang was actually still awake, practicing his saber."

Luo Tiegen could not help asking Jiang Ping after returning to the dormitory.

But Jiang Ping disliked him and merely gave a cold reply before ignoring him.

Knowing he had plastered his warm face against a cold backside, Luo Tiegen returned to his own bed as well.

Before long, Sun Zheng and Qian Dele returned after finishing their practice.

Sun Zheng lowered his head and returned to his bunk. Compared with yesterday's wild arrogance, he was utterly wilted today, becoming exceptionally quiet.

Clearly, the strength Jiang Ping had revealed at the second level had intimidated him. He had grown fearful and did not even dare meet Jiang Ping's eyes.

Once the two of them took their towels outside to wash up, Luo Da Niu and the others immediately burst out laughing.

"He folded just like that. The sort who bullies the weak and fears the strong, nothing but a coward."

"Exactly. Good thing brother Jiang is so strong and kept him in line, or things would have been far more restless," one roommate said with a laugh, flattering Jiang Ping as well.

Jiang Ping smiled but said nothing. He was clear-headed and understood that once one had strength, everyone around them became good people.

Then he shook his head slightly, lay on his bed, and continued pondering the Flying Snow Saber Technique.

The next morning.

After everyone practiced the Nourishing Life Technique for a while, Head Escort Liang Sheng continued teaching them the forms and tricks of the Flying Snow Saber.

Though Jiang Ping had been comprehending the saber in his heart all along, he made no more mistakes while following the head escort through the forms.

Buzz! Buzz!

Just as they were still breaking down each move in slow motion, low hums came from nearby.

Fang Yong's saber flowed like drifting clouds and running water, his movements extremely swift, every swing carrying an inexplicable sharpness.

He looked like an experienced hand who had practiced the saber for years, displaying a terrifying Blade Art.

Sun Qi's expression darkened slightly at the sight. Yesterday, he had secretly locked eyes with Fang Yong and competed against him, yet after only one day, Fang Yong's saber had already become skillful and fluid, while he still had to practice again and again, even needing Escort Huang to clear up his doubts.

The gap between them seemed to be gradually revealing itself.

"Not bad. This younger generation has great talent in the Blade Art." Escort Huang praised him, a satisfied smile appearing on his face as a train of thought ran through his mind: From what I've seen lately, Fang Yong's talent should be the most outstanding. In the future, he may leave everyone else far behind.

"He really is impressive." Jiang Ping gave sincere praise after glancing over a few times.

Fang Yong truly had good talent. From the beginning, when he had consumed only one serving of nutritious food like Jiang Ping yet rapidly reached Entry Level in the Nourishing Life Technique, to later catching up with Sun Qi, who ate three servings of nutritious food, and now displaying such comprehension in the Blade Art—

All of it showed his talent in Martial Dao.

And this was good news for Jiang Ping as well.

Because as long as Fang Yong reached the fourth level of the Nourishing Life Technique and quickly gained Entry Level in the Blade Art, Jiang Ping could follow close behind and rightfully become an escort ahead of time in the position of "second place."

"Jiang Ping, you'd better put in more effort. In your spare time, you can also discuss the Blade Art with Fang Yong."

Escort Huang suddenly said to Jiang Ping.

Among the younger generation he thought highly of, this youngster's Blade Art looked the worst. Even now, he was still muddleheaded about it.

"Mm." Jiang Ping rubbed his nose and softly grunted.

He was already working very hard, all right?

[Flying Snow Saber Entry Level (253/300)]

My Flying Snow Saber is practically about to produce Blade Light. Jiang Ping glanced at his Destiny and thought.

That afternoon.

Seeing that the Flying Snow Saber was getting closer and closer to Entry Level, Jiang Ping could no longer spare attention for the Nourishing Life Technique. He saved some strength and returned to the dormitory early.

Standing on the ground, he wielded a wooden blade while repeatedly recalling the head escort's Flying Snow Saber in his mind, comprehending it bit by bit.

At a certain moment.

[Flying Snow Saber Minor Accomplishment (0/600): Practice a hundred times daily, and it will be achieved in three years!]

"Destiny is still doing its usual thing, but I'm a genius."

Jiang Ping could not help shaking his head as he looked at Destiny's description of the Flying Snow Saber at Minor Accomplishment.

Then he went outside the dormitory. After making sure no one was around, he found an open patch of ground and freely experienced the Entry Level Flying Snow Saber.

He stood with his feet together, his right hand gripping the wooden blade horizontally before his chest, his left hand hanging naturally at his side. He looked straight ahead, his body upright and his bearing steady.

The Flying Snow Saber was a Fast Saber, so from the opening stance to the draw, the wielder had to strike with the speed of thunder, too swift to cover one's ears.

"Hah..."

Jiang Ping drew a deep breath, then moved.

His right foot swiftly stepped forward in a great stride, forming a right bow stance. At the same time, the blade in his hand slashed down in a magnificent strike, powerful Wind Force tearing through the air and producing waves of low hums.

Immediately afterward, he twisted his wrist and delivered another fierce slash from bottom to top.

The blade wind howled, stirring the surrounding air into rings of swirling vortices, creating an intense sense of motion.

His movements flowed like drifting clouds and running water. The moment the second slash ended, the third was already on its way, followed by the fourth and fifth. His Blade Art grew increasingly fierce as Wind Force ran rampant.

Jiang Ping's breathing intertwined with the blade wind, forming a unique rhythm, as though he were holding a silent conversation with his saber.

He immersed himself in the unfolding Blade Art, his speed increasing until the blade's trajectory could no longer be caught.

At one moment, streaks of white radiance appeared out of thin air, like a sudden flash of cold light, carrying a piercing chill.

Blade Light!

Ten cold glints hung in the air. Jiang Ping glanced at them with his peripheral vision, feeling as though he shared some kind of connection with them.

The next instant, as his wooden blade pointed forth, those cold glints instantly slashed in that direction, only to abruptly dissipate halfway there.

"Sure enough, Blade Light can only attack within two or three feet." Jiang Ping stopped and murmured.

Blade Light was exceedingly fierce, the ultimate manifestation of Blade Art, but it also had its limitations: its range was short, and its threat limited.

"Saber Qi!" Jiang Ping instantly thought of the higher realm beyond the ultimate extent of Blade Art—the Blade Qi Domain.

That was the terrifying symbol of the Blade Art realm, and it matched his pursuit of Martial Dao techniques. He did not seek to risk himself in close combat; he preferred to kill from a hundred meters away, and if he could not win, he could still run.

"But it will be soon. I reached Entry Level in the Flying Snow Saber in just over a day. With my talent, mastering Saber Qi isn't far off."

"Then, if I choose to take on Escort Missions, I'll have a little more confidence."

Jiang Ping secretly began to look forward to it.