Chapter 108: Chapter 107: If We Don’t Go Crazy Now, We’ll Be Old (Third Update!)

At this time.

North Campus.

The examination on the science side was much more harmonious than that of the martial arts side.

Although there were practical projects as well, they didn’t take up as much space as on the martial arts side, so tens of thousands of candidates could be assessed simultaneously.

Zhong Yuebai, as an examiner of Zhanzheng College, had a total of 179 applicants from the area surrounding Fangyi City for the college, among whom were some talented young girls.

On regular days, Zhong Yuebai might have been interested in visiting them one by one, to see how they were doing on the exam… whether their thinking was flexible…

But now, she didn’t have any leisure for such activities.

She handed all her work to her teaching assistant.

Hmm…

If Xiaoya hadn’t mentioned something about martial Tao, going to Beixuan back then…

Maybe by now, Xu Lingjun would have already been one of our brilliant students at Zhanzheng College.

Even though we only knew of this genius because of you.

But just thinking about Xu Lingjun innocently saying there wasn’t any special reason, only because Sister Yaya casually mentioned it…

She couldn’t help but want to claw her disciple a few times.

What’s the point of leaving the invigilation work to her?

It’s not revenge, just a profound love from a teacher for her favorite student.

Recalling her conversation with Pavilion Master Zhang this morning…

She still felt puzzled.

Was it successful or not?

Did Pavilion Master Liu agree to let the person go?

Even though forcibly transferring someone’s school enrollment against their will is a vile thing, she truly felt that with Xu Lingjun’s great talent, joining Zhanzheng College could be as good as having a hundred thousand troops.

As long as the high-end mecha series like Zaku is successfully developed, the results will be extremely gratifying.

What significance is there in staying at Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion?

At best, years later, one becomes an Upper Realm Grandmaster.

By then, one might be quite old, and how many strong enemies can be defeated?

It would be better to honestly follow us to build mechas, simply relying on brute force has no future, a brain is truly the enemy of ten thousand people.

But Pavilion Master Zhang didn’t straightforwardly say whether it was successful or not.

He only said… whether successful or not, his purpose had ultimately been achieved.

But at least tell me if it’s a yes or no.

Zhong Yuebai was so anxious that she lost dozens of hairs while sleeping at night, feeling she was nearing early senility.

Quietly cursing in her heart, the old man still trying to imitate young people playing suspense, she wished he’d get up ten times more to the restroom at night.

At this time.

Imperial Capital.

The Great Xia Empire Education Bureau.

“Achoo!!!”

In the office, a loud sneeze broke the previous silence.

All the Pavilion Masters of various academies watching different examination venues attentively via surveillance were surprised as they looked up.

Zhang Zhiheng, who had just sneezed, rubbed his nose and muttered, “Getting old, can’t handle it, caught a cold after just three days in the cold wind.”

“Could it be a romantic debt from years ago is haunting you again?”

Liu Zhiyuan glanced at Zhang Zhiheng, gloatingly said, “This shows who’s better, after all the lifelong rivalry, being alive is the real victory; your days are numbered, unlike me… sigh, going to try rock climbing tomorrow, still young, if not going wild now, wouldn’t I be old in a few decades?”

Zhang Zhiheng glared at Liu Zhiyuan.

“Alright, together, you two are over two hundred years old, behaving like kids, what’s there to fight about.”

Pavilion Master of Dongxu Martial Mansion, Li Tianlai, frowned and tapped the table.

Li Tianlai, over 150 years old this year, was a true veteran who retired from the initial Mysterious Clan wars, having higher seniority and experience than anyone else.

When he spoke, the two old men finally quieted down.

And beside them, other Pavilion Masters from the Martial Mansion Academy each watched the scene as if enjoying a comedy.

Pavilion Master of Nanyun Martial Mansion, Zhou Qianmo, laughed and asked, “By the way, I heard you two have been fighting fiercely; what’s it about this time?”

Zhang Zhiheng casually explained, “It’s nothing, just a martial artist who applied for the wrong major. In fact, he has higher talent in scientific research, so I wanted to transfer his enrollment over, that’s all.”

“Oh?”

Upon hearing this.

The Pavilion Masters of the other three academies showed great interest and raised their heads.

“He assisted a female student in our academy in constructing an all-purpose combat robot.”

“Oh.”

Upon hearing the word “combat”, the three Pavilion Masters lowered their heads in mutual understanding.

The academies and the martial mansion are different, with competition among the Four Great Martial Mansions, but the Four Great Academies–agriculture, technology, warfare, interstellar studies–each dedicate themselves to different fields, occasionally aiding each other but essentially independent.

Robot?

Can it plow faster?

Or serve tea, extinguish fires, and relieve disasters?

Pavilion Master of the Interstellar Academy, Li Ziren, showed some interest in Zhang Zhiheng.

However, he didn’t need to explore further, as he would directly inspect the results once the research had advancements…

Liu Zhiyuan, dissatisfied, said, “You mentioned it was just assistance, how much help can an outsider provide, Old Zhang, you’re making a mountain out of a molehill.”

“You don’t understand.”

Zhang Zhiheng earnestly stated, “If the all-purpose combat robot can rapidly enter standard production, it will significantly ease the pressure on the Polar Star Battlefield and within Great Xia, reducing casualties. Although Xu Lingjun only assisted, if he can help our Zhanzheng College complete the robot’s research just one day sooner, I will strive for that day.”

Upon hearing this.

Everyone looked at Zhang Zhiheng with eyes filled with admiration.

Liu Zhiyuan, too, felt uneasy, complaining, “Didn’t I agree with you already… as long as Xu Lingjun’s martial talent is mediocre, I can help persuade him for you. Of course, it’s just persuasion, ultimately depending on his own volition.”

“That’s enough, the information indeed shows his martial arts scores are quite ordinary.”

Zhang Zhiheng no longer said more.

Instead, there was a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

It seemed that obtaining this promise alone meant he had achieved his goal.

“Let’s see what kind of remarkable character this Xu Lingjun really is.”

Li Tianlai tapped the table and asked, “Can we pull up Xu Lingjun’s assessment video?”

“Certainly.”

“Then pull out a separate projection to play this Xu Lingjun’s assessment content, just right, let’s see what skills make this kid worthy of the rivalry between two Pavilion Masters.”

“Understood.”

The operator below manipulated the controls for a while.

One of the earlier multiple surveillance projections was significantly enlarged, almost like watching a 3D scene.

At this time, the examination scene with over one hundred candidates came into full view.

Zhou Qianmo nodded and said, “Hmm, the timing is just right, it seems the assessment has just begun.”

Saying that, his eyes brightened, and he exclaimed, “That one in the black school uniform, looks like the young girl from the Li Family, right? The Li Family has had four generations now, and in each of the previous three generations, an Upper Realm Grandmaster has emerged. Though she’s young, it’s said she received her grandmother’s careful guidance from a young age, already possessing cultivation in the True Transformation Realm, her aptitude is considered the highest in the whole Li Family… Not bad, not feeling any pressure in the gravity test? Seems like she has spent a lot of time cultivating in the gravity room.”

“After all, a noble son, with more resources than a sect, although fewer in number, but they are striving for change.”

Li Tianlai sighed, “With the rising sects gaining momentum, our path in the Martial Mansion is becoming narrower and narrower.”

Liu Zhiyuan reclined on the chair, propped his feet on the table, and said, “It’s also a good thing, after all, only with competition is there progress; stagnant water cannot breed dragons, her willingness to come to Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion is a great example, we were never enemies… with mysterious races of the heavens there, infighting is possible, but do-or-die fights won’t lead to a long life.”

“Is that Xu Lingjun?”

The current Pavilion Master of West Origin Martial Mansion, Zhou Qingwan, appeared to be a gentle middle-aged woman, aged around forty or fifty… in seniority, she was a generation below Liu Zhiyuan and others.

In front of these elders, she didn’t speak much usually.

But her eyes constantly searched among the over a hundred candidates, eager to see which one was the student highly valued by Pavilion Master Zhang.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up with surprise, and she couldn’t help but slightly rise from her seat, exclaiming, “That child is Xu Lingjun, right? His name sounds so spiritual, didn’t expect he looks even more spiritual in person, such a handsome young man.”