Chapter 212: Politeness Never Hurts

Feng Zichang wore a spring‑breeze‑like gentle smile on his face, "Does your Shogunate Martial University still have anyone else presentable? Hurry up and bring them out, don't waste time."

"If there's no one else, I think we might as well end early; you could also regain the permit for the Ultimate Tower a day earlier, right?"

After he finished speaking, he took his sister's hand and walked to the nearby lounge, sitting down leisurely.

Only Zhugeqing and Xu Kuang remained, staring at each other.

Xu Kuang shrugged helplessly, "Why look at me? What can I do?"

"Besides the two of us, is there anyone else who can come guard the tower?"

Zhugeqing asked, frowning.

"You're asking me?" Xu Kuang pointed to the list nearby, "The Ultimate Tower rankings are posted right there; anyone capable would already be on it."

Their conversation also reached the ears of nearby students.

"Is there anyone else who can save our school's face?"

"Nope, these two won't do, let alone anyone else."

Suddenly, a voice came from the crowd.

"What about Lu Jing? I think his strength is pretty strong!"

The students of Shogunate Martial University followed the sound and saw a youth with long hair.

The youth's companion patted his shoulder, "Are you out of your mind? How could Lu Jing compare to these people?!"

"Exactly, even if Lu Jing is a Martial Top Scholar, no matter how strong he is, he's still a freshman—he hasn't even made the top 100 on the Newcomer Ranking yet."

"You're grasping at straws in desperation; any random senior would be stronger than him."

The youth scratched his head embarrassedly and fell silent.

At that moment, Lu Jing had just arrived at the Ultimate Tower, vaguely hearing people discussing him.

His mental power field spread out, and he heard those voices crystal clear.

"No, we might as well just forfeit; it's embarrassing."

"Yeah, two days of tower guarding is a bit excessive, just letting others laugh at us."

Lu Jing extended his mental power further inward and saw the Feng Zichang siblings sitting in the lounge.

"Feng Zichang, thirty‑eight floor......"

Lu Jing glanced at the big screen, then headed straight toward the crowd.

"Make way."

Lu Jing activated Wind Breath, a gentle wind swirling around him.

Combined with the thrust of his mental power, he made the onlooking students part, clearing a narrow path.

"Who the hell, squeezing in for no reason!"

"Honestly, it's about to end and you're still pushing in!"

Many students blocking Lu Jing's path felt a huge force and were shoved to the sides.

"Damn it, where's my shoe? You knocked it off!"

Someone barefoot turned around and glared angrily at Lu Jing.

But upon seeing Lu Jing's deep, pool‑like eyes, a chill rose in his heart; he quickly lowered his head to search for his lost shoe.

"Hey, where did my shoe go?"

Lu Jing ignored him, followed the narrow path through the crowd, and arrived at the base of the Ultimate Tower.

The commotion here drew many people's attention, and they turned their gazes over.

"This person looks familiar, huh?"

"Looks like the recently hot Lu Jing!"

"It's him; I've seen his videos—is he here to guard the tower?"

The crowd instantly buzzed, everyone talking about Lu Jing.

Some students from other schools, seeing how famous Lu Jing was, hurriedly asked the nearby Shogunate Martial University students for details.

After learning about Lu Jing's series of deeds at the martial university, they also secretly gasped.

"What a guy, one person dominating the forum hot list for a month—he's a tough one!"

"First he slapped a senior's face, then he even defeated an instructor in combat class—is that real or fake?"

"It's definitely true, there's video proof, and he's a Martial Top Scholar—his strength is naturally strong!"

"So what if he's a Martial Top Scholar? Feng Zichang was just a few points shy of becoming one in his martial exam, and besides, Lu Jing is only a freshman—how strong could he possibly be?"

Those nearby heard this and chimed in agreement.

Feng Zichang was also one of the top talents in their cohort, and after receiving over three years of training at the martial university, the two are simply incomparable.

If given a few more years, Lu Jing might surpass Feng Zichang, but not now.

Beneath the towering, majestic Ultimate Tower.

A handsome, slender youth with a long sword at his waist was communicating with the staff at the window.

"Young man, today is your school's tower‑guarding day; previous reservations don't count—come back later."

Inside the window, a woman in her forties kindly advised.

She had just seen Lu Jing hand over his freshman ID, blinked, and automatically assumed he was an unaware freshman.

After all, she'd worked here for many years and had never seen a freshman come to guard the tower.

"Big sis, you've misunderstood," Lu Jing smiled, "I'm here to guard the tower."

"Huh? You're here to guard the tower?!"

The woman blinked slightly, "Kid, you'd better think it through—there are so many people watching outside; if your performance is poor, other schools will laugh at you."

"No problem, I'm thick‑skinned."

Lu Jing handed out his student ID again.

The woman sighed, said nothing more, and quickly completed the tower entry procedures for Lu Jing.

Then she led him to a neural connection chamber.

"Lie down, relax your body and don't resist."

"Xu Kuang, how much do you know about that Lu Jing? Do you think he has any hope?"

Outside the Zaoji Tower, Zhugeqing looked at Xu Kuang and asked.

Xu Kuang glanced at the big screen; Lu Jing had officially begun his tower run and was still on the first floor.

"I don't know much, only that he has great talent and dares to think and act; I quite like him. But we shouldn't pin our hopes on a freshman—the fact that the Zaoji Tower wasn't defended is purely our seniors' incompetence."

Xu Kuang sighed, "He's still young, has plenty of time. Even if he fails today, he's worthy of our respect, after all he stepped forward."

As for Lu Jing, Xu Kuang only knows him from his girlfriend.

He watched a video with his girlfriend of Lu Jing defeating a combat instructor with a knife, and was instantly amazed.

But even so, breaking the record left by Feng Zichang is impossible.

Xu Kuang and Zhugeqing both knew this clearly in their hearts, but kept it unsaid, leaving themselves a sliver of hope.

"Given his temperament, he definitely can't swallow that. When he's a senior, he might go to Yanghai Military University and take down the Zaoji Tower, avenging our school."

Zhugeqing shook their folding fan and said with a smile.

As Lu Jing officially entered the Zaoji Tower, most students who had planned to leave after the spectacle stopped, wanting to see what abilities the hyped Martial Top Scholar possessed.

"Brother, it's the person who gave us a seat that day."

Feng Zichang nodded, "I told you before, that youngster isn't ordinary. In the future, learn a bit more from your brother; being polite is never wrong."