Chapter 85: Assessing The Quality Of One With A Spiritual Root
Without waiting for Fang Shu to respond, the Dojo Master spoke in a deep voice:
“Min’er, it’s just one assist in a fight. Letting it to Fang Shu, what’s the harm.”
Even though the Dojo Master had said this, Qin Min just kept her head lowered, lips pursed in silence, and did not take back what she had just said.
This made the Dojo Master’s brows furrow even more.
She was not displeased because of Qin Min’s temper this time. It was normal for capable people to act this way. She vaguely sensed that a conflict had already arisen between her two disciples.
“Could it be that in recent times, sparring with outsiders has made her arrogant?” the Dojo Master pondered inwardly.
Just as she was wondering whether to forcibly make Qin Min back down, Fang Shu on the side took half a step forward on his own.
He responded calmly:
“I never need things that others let me have. Since Junior Sister Qin Min wants to try fists, then come on.”
Qin Min’s eyes widened upon hearing this.
“Good!” Without waiting for the Dojo Master to agree or refuse, she shouted first:
“Senior Brother Fang Shu has guts.”
Pa!
The qi and blood around this woman, nearly three zhang tall, suddenly surged upward like a torch, burning in front of everyone. She was clearly not far from passing the Third Calamity.
With a shake of her qi and blood, Qin Min simply raised her hand and pressed horizontally toward Fang Shu.
Seeing this, Fang Shu’s qi and blood also surged up immediately.
In the eyes of everyone in the hall, the height of his qi and blood was not the two zhang of a fresh Second Tribulation breakthrough, but over two zhang four chi, and dense in quality, clearly polished for a long time after breakthrough.
Bang! Their bodies collided together, like two giant stones, emitting a loud bang.
Seeing that both had already started fighting, the Dojo Master set aside other thoughts and stared intently at the arena.
What made her secretly relieved was that whether Qin Min or Fang Shu, both knew this was just a sparring try fists in the dojo today, not assisting in a fight outside.
Therefore, both only mustered up qi and blood, without using magic or the like.
Bang bang bang!
After Qin Min and Fang Shu probed each other a bit and saw each other’s qi and blood height clearly, the former showed an arrogant smile on her face, while the latter’s expression grew slightly serious.
“Two zhang four chi?” Qin Min called out with a laugh:
“Qi and blood height is so-so. Next, let’s see if Senior Brother Fang Shu’s tendons and bones hold up!”
This woman took a deep breath, assumed the stance of fist technique, arms like whips, qi and blood gathering in her hands, pa cracking the air, then pounced fiercely toward Fang Shu’s chest.
From her stance, this strike, though without magic, clearly used at least nine-tenths force, to give Fang Shu a hard lesson.
Roar! Even her qi and blood condensed into a python shadow, emitting an intangible shrill cry.
This scene shocked the other disciples around.
They were not only startled by Qin Min’s qi and blood cultivation, but also by her powerful momentum, which was not something that could be cultivated in a short time.
A thought flashed in some disciple’s mind: “No wonder Junior Sister Qin Min is so keen on sparring with people outside the dojo. It seems she really learned something from sparring.”
Even the Dojo Master, seeing the momentum emanating from Qin Min, had her brows relax slightly, understanding that Qin Min had not neglected cultivation these days.
On the other side.
Even though Qin Min’s momentum was like a python, when Fang Shu saw it, his expression remained unchanged, not even glancing at the snake-python shadow around her.
He did not dodge, but instead mustered up his own qi and blood, eyes full of fighting spirit, and inwardly shouted: “Measure me? Let me see how much substance those with spiritual root truly have!”
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Fang Shu’s qi and blood was purple-red with black, carrying a metallic silver light, gathering into shape like fierce flames.
He faced Qin Min’s pounce head-on, meeting her hard with hard.
Boom!
Like muffled thunder, then like frying beans, the two collided directly, their qi and blood exploding, tendons and bones emitting crackling sounds.
In an instant, the stone bricks under their feet within one zhang all shattered.
Many inner courtyard disciples in the hall felt their minds go blank, their eardrums shaken by the earlier qi and blood clash.
But they widened their eyes, staring at the arena, wanting to see who between Fang Shu and Qin Min was superior.
Only to see the two less than one inch apart, arms intersecting, qi and blood scattering like exploded candle flames, spreading to the surroundings.
Whether Qin Min or Fang Shu, their faces were tense, showing no sign of defeat.
But after three breaths of stalemate, Qin Min decisively withdrew, calmly returning to her position, leaving Fang Shu still standing there, body stiff, continuing to calm his qi and blood, not immediately standing straight to withdraw technique.
This sign undoubtedly showed the gap between them; in the end, Qin Min was superior.
A disciple in the hall exclaimed lowly: “Junior Sister Qin Min is truly formidable!”
“That qi and blood intensity earlier, probably not even ordinary Third Calamity Immortals have it.”
Some disciples were astonished by Fang Shu’s performance: “This Junior Brother Fang Shu usually doesn’t show his mountains or reveal his waters, yet now he can exchange blows with Qin Min on the stage, truly remarkable.”
“Hmph! Who knows if Junior Sister Qin Min gave him face and held back some force.”
The hall was noisy for a while.
The Dojo Master sat on the grandmaster chair, staring at the two. Seeing them separate without igniting real fire, she greatly relaxed.
Immediately, her gaze toward both showed satisfaction and joy.
Qin Min’s qi and blood intensity made her quite expectant, and with her possessing spiritual root, entering an Immortal Sect should be no problem.
Fang Shu’s performance today also showed full strength, a rising star, and counting Gu Technique, also an Immortal Sect seed!
However, she did not show it, just plainly instructed: “Since fists have been tried, that’s it for today. You all return to your rooms to cultivate.”
The disciples wanted to discuss more, but hearing the Dojo Master speak, they dared not retort like Qin Min.
Everyone responded lowly: “Yes, disciple bids farewell.”
In the hall, Fang Shu took a deep breath and slowly withdrew his fist stance.
He now felt his muscles all over trembling, especially the arms that blocked Qin Min’s pounce, with bones faintly cracked.
Fortunately, he cultivated White Mercury Poisonous Marrow, bones cracked but not broken, no major issue, rest one night and recover fully.
On the contrary, his internal qi and blood had been consumed quite a bit in that instant, needing to return and take some medicine to replenish.
“This is someone with spiritual root… Not only superior cultivation speed, but the qi and blood they condense is also no less than mine, refined with massive precious medicine.”
Fang Shu inwardly digested the earlier try fists, judging: “This woman in momentum seems strong but not fierce, somewhat falsely robust, wasting qi and blood, probably due to never seeing blood.”
But no matter what, Qin Min lived up to being highly regarded by the Dojo Master, not to be underestimated.
Compared to her now, Fang Shu had a gap in magic power cultivation.
But understanding this, Fang Shu felt no discouragement, instead his spirit lifted!
Today he finally saw the substance of those with spiritual root; they were just temporarily ahead, not unreachable.
Spiritual root and mortal root were not as everyone in the dojo thought: the former overly heavenly chosen, high above, the latter lowly, like clouds and mud!
These many thoughts flashed through Fang Shu’s mind like lightning.
In the main hall, he calmly finished withdrawing technique, exhaled long, then spoke:
“Disciple also bids farewell.”
The Dojo Master nodded to him, additionally instructing:
“It’s just assist in a fight, outsiders are anxious, we are not. Rest a few more days before going.”
“Yes, Master.” Fang Shu cupped hands in response.
He fell behind the other disciples, walking steadily outward.
In the hall.
Qin Min kept a calm and breezy face, standing beside the Dojo Master. Her demeanor remained arrogant, as if Fang Shu’s earlier performance barely entered her eyes, earning a bit of her approval.
But when Fang Shu disappeared, her gaze still stared at the doorway, not withdrawing.
At this time, the Dojo Master beside her couldn’t help showing a few traces of smile, shook her head, body flickering, whoosh and vanished from the spot, leaving Qin Min alone in the hall.
Only after everyone left did this woman snort sullenly, her face showing tricky and serious color.
“What a Fang Shu, truly underestimated you.”
Only to see fire burning in her eyes, a trace of blood at one corner of her mouth.
Clearly, in the earlier try fists, her actual situation was not as calm and breezy as her face showed.
Even, it could be said her tendons and bones, organs and such, due to pretending big and not properly unloading force, suffered some hidden injuries, worse than Fang Shu’s condition.
Ptoo! Qin Min spat out a mouthful of saliva with blood trace.
She took a deep breath, feeling slight stinging pain in her lungs, eyes’ flames burning more, with a few traces of shame and annoyance.
Vainly she thought she had built some fame in the town, yet in her own dojo, someone dared stroke her tiger whiskers.
And recalling their fist exchange, Qin Min vaguely felt Fang Shu had even more insidious and vicious magic power inside, not used. If he had, she might have made a joke today.
Suppressing her emotions, Qin Min wordlessly headed sullenly to the quiet room in the inner courtyard.
On the other side.
After Fang Shu returned to his room, he did not think too much more.
He calmly polished his qi and blood, repaired tendons and bones, put the try fists behind him, and began preparing for the real assist in a fight to come.
