The Measure of Those with Spirit Roots

Before Fang Shu could respond, Hall Master Du spoke in a deep voice:

"Min'er, it is only a bout of hired fighting. What harm is there in yielding it to Fang Shu?"

Even after Hall Master Du had spoken thus, Qin Min merely lowered her head, pressed her lips together, and remained silent. She did not retract what she had just said.

Hall Master Du's brows furrowed even more deeply.

It was not that she was displeased by Qin Min's temper. It was perfectly normal for capable people to act this way. Rather, she vaguely sensed that a conflict had likely arisen between her two disciples.

Could it be that sparring with outsiders these past days has made her increasingly overbearing? Hall Master Du pondered inwardly.

Just as she was considering whether to forcibly suppress Qin Min, Fang Shu at her side took half a step forward of his own accord.

He answered calmly:

"I have never needed others to yield anything to me. Since Junior Sister Qin Min wishes to test her fists, then come."

Qin Min's eyes flew open when she heard this.

"Good!" Without waiting for Hall Master Du to agree or refuse, she cried out first:

"Senior Brother Fang Shu has guts."

Smack!

The nearly three zhang of vitality and blood around her body surged skyward, blazing before everyone like a torch. She was clearly not far from passing the third tribulation.

With a flicker of her vitality and blood, Qin Min casually raised her hand and pressed horizontally toward Fang Shu.

At the sight, Fang Shu's vitality and blood immediately surged forth as well.

To the people in the hall, the height of his vitality and blood was not merely the two zhang expected of someone who had just broken through to the second tribulation.