“Junior Brother Xinding, I see that you’ve grown quite agile. You must have made a breakthrough recently. How about we have a spar?” Xincheng sneered. This was an unwritten rule in the servants’ courtyard—when two sparred, the loser would have to give the winner ten merit points.0

If Xinding refused, Xincheng would lead others to harass him relentlessly, making it impossible for him to do anything!0

“Excellent. Since you have already extended an invitation, Senior Brother, how could your junior brother refuse?”0

Xincheng was taken aback. He hadn’t expected Xinding to agree so readily.0

Still, this is good; it saves trouble. With the Martial Vihara Selection just around the corner, it’s best that I save time.1

Seeing that a fight was about to break out, a quick-witted monk ran to fetch the administrator, a junior uncle, for help.0

“Junior Brother Xinding,...0