Chapter 2644 Special Training


    Upon learning that Fang Heng had only received basic sealing art instruction, the sealing art instructors were amazed and felt as though they had discovered a treasure.


    They couldn''t let Mo Jianghe be the only one to take advantage of this.


    "Hahaha, apprentice, well done!"


    Mo Jianghe, in a great mood, walked over and patted Fang Heng on the shoulder, praising him, "I knew you could do it. You''re truly my apprentice, Fang Heng. You''ve already got the skill advancement book, right? Don''t worry about the rest. In the short term, just follow me for some special training. I''ll teach you some advancement techniques, and once your cultivation is finished, I''ll make sure you handle that resentment gathering entity with ease..."


    "Alright."


    Fang Heng nced at the crowd around him, suppressed the doubt in his heart, and gently nodded.


    ...


    Fang Heng hadn''t expected this special training tost fifteen days!


    During these fifteen days, he followed Mo Jianghe and studied sealing art systematically. asionally, other Sealing Art instructors, old men with years of experience, woulde to observe and offer their guidance.


    The teaching method was intensive, and he gained a solid understanding of the theoretical knowledge.


    He couldn''t say he was fully prepared, but at least he had sessfully entered the field.


    However, how effective it would be in actual application was still uncertain.


    After nearly three weeks, Fang Heng began to feel restless.


    From the reports from Ji Xiaobo, the situation in the death realm was growing worse, and with the Holy Realm continually pressuring the undead faction, things were also looking grim on Shi Li Peng''s side.


    The undead council had noticed Fang Heng''s prolonged absence and were starting to get anxious, wanting to consult him about strategies.


    He needed to find a way to act quickly to deal with Sulhog, who had obtained the Empress'' inheritance.


    So, afterpleting a chapter of his special training, Fang Heng asked Mo Jianghe for leave, intending to return and see how bad the trouble in the undead council had be. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    He didn''t want to train hard here, only for the death realm to suffer while he wasn''t looking, turning all his effort into nothing.


    "Mm..."


    In the quiet training room, Mo Jianghe listened to Fang Heng''s words, nodded, and after thinking for a moment, he continued, "You should already have a clear understanding of the standard process of Sealing Art. The next phase of your training should focus more on practicalbat, reinforcing your memory while gradually developing a style that suits you. These things can''t be aplished in a short time; it requires years of continuous study."


    Fang Heng naturally understood this point, but there were pressing matters he needed to address.


    For example, sealing Sulhog.


    Fang Heng nced at the several sealing art instructors sitting at the edges of the training room.


    Over the course of these days, during his special training, there had always been a few sealing art instructors attending his lessons, sometimes more, sometimes fewer—at most, there would be a dozen, and at least five or six.


    It was said that they did this to ensure the integrity of the lessons.


    Indeed, sometimes they would raise perspectivespletely different from Mo Jianghe''s or suggest unique ideas, which opened Fang Heng''s eyes to new possibilities.


    As a result, Fang Heng often felt that the academic atmosphere within the sealing artmunity was quite rich.


    It was a great ce to learn.


    In fact, the instructors had all decided together to stay and attend the sses as they were worried that Mo Jianghe would fall into his old habits during the lessons and start babbling nonsense, potentially leading Fang Heng astray.


    Fang Heng looked at Mo Jianghe and asked, "With my current abilities, what do you think the sess rate would be?"


    Mo Jianghe thought for a moment, then shook his head, "To be blunt, your current abilities aren''t enough to weaken Sulhog. The biggest issue is the level of your sealing technique. It needs to be at least demigod-level for there to be a chance."


    Fang Heng''s eyes lit up.


    Over the past few days, his zombie clone had been grinding nonstop in the death realm, earning experience for his sealing skill. His sealing skill had already reached transcendent Level 43. He estimated it would only take about three more days to max it out.


    Once that happened, he would be able to use the demigod-level skill book he had to upgrade his skill.


    It wasn''t a big problem.


    Fang Heng asked, "What if I reach demigod-level?"


    "Well..." Mo Jianghe raised his fingers and did a quick mental calction before continuing, "Your attributes are good, but I estimate the sess rate to be under 1%. Unless luck is extremely on your side, it''s almost impossible."


    Mo Jianghe looked up and saw Fang Heng''s dejected expression. His face turned serious as he reminded him, "Fang Heng, I don''t know much about other academic disciplines, but in sealing art, you must never be reckless. Even though you''ve got a demigod-level advancement book, you still need to take things one step at a time."


    He continued, "Keep training here for now. In sealing art, we have a special ability. Once you officially advance to the next level, I''ll ask the president for some special sealing rune paper. At that point, I think the sealing sess rate should improve a little."


    "Thank you, Teacher," Fang Heng said respectfully, then asked, "After the special rune paper is added, how much will the sess rate improve?"


    "About 3%."


    Mo Jianghe picked up the teacup from the desk and gently took a sip, thinking to himself that young people were always so impulsive, but at least the attitude was good.


    Fang Heng nodded respectfully and continued, "Teacher, I will soon reach demigod-level in sealing art, but even with an advancement, a 3% sess rate is still too low."


    Sulhog was not the same as the normal trial-sealing creatures.


    There were two main differences.


    First, the environment''s danger level.


    In the frozen environment, his zombie clones would be useless, meaning he couldn''t rely on probability to force the seal.


    Second, Sulhog was extremely dangerous.


    ording to the undead council''s premonition, once the ice soul seal was broken, Sulhog''s strength would rapidly recover to its peak in just two minutes. By then, no one would be able to control him.


    During that time, Fang Heng would only have a limited number of attempts to use the sealing technique.


    And the more Sulhog''s strength recovered, the lower the sealing sess rate would be.


    They were currently discussing the sess rate of sealing Sulhog right after he had just broken free from the ice soul seal, when his strength was still only at half.


    "Cough, cough... wait, what did you just say?"


    Mo Jianghe choked on his tea, coughing uncontrobly for a while before finally recovering. He stared at Fang Heng, then asked in disbelief, "Did you just say you''re about to advance to demigod-level in sealing art?"


    Upon hearing that Fang Heng had sessfully advanced to demigod-level, Mo Jianghe was shocked.


    "Not yet, but I predict it will bepleted soon—probably in two days," Fang Heng replied.


    Mo Jianghe was stunned.


    So soon?


    He knew that Fang Heng had some strange special abilities, but to advance to demigod-level in such a short time? The efficiency of his leveling up was astonishing!


    It wasn''t just him; the several instructors attending the ss also cast amazed looks at Fang Heng.


    In the entire Sealing Art Association, there were only about ten schrs who had truly reached the demigod-level stage in sealing art.