Dorm Life

There is another benefit to doing this: Little Butterfly is also his contracted creature, or rather, his soul spirit, or perhaps his guardian spirit.

Little Butterfly is one hundred percent loyal to him, and these metals were crafted by his own hands.

Once the substances condensed from these metals are fed to Little Butterfly, the "Battle Armor" she creates—or rather, the "Battle Armor" she simulates—provides a significant boost to Li Ang as well.

This is a good thing for Li Ang, and he has no reason to refuse such a benefit.

After a night of research, he has barely finished the basic design for the left-hand Battle Armor, though the design of certain joints still needs improvement.

Lost in thought, Li Ang glanced outside. It was already 7:30. Seeing the time, he frowned, but calmly picked up his manuscript and turned to head out the door.

The cafeteria was already empty. Li Ang sat down for a quick meal and saw Ming Yue waiting at the entrance.

He didn't dawdle; after eating, he got straight into the car and followed Ming Yue toward Eastsea Academy.

This year marks the annual enrollment day for Eastsea Academy, and as a boarding student, Li Ang will be living on campus starting today.

Of course, given his status and conditions, he could have chosen to return to the Spirit Pagoda, but since the commute between Eastsea Academy and the Spirit Pagoda takes at least thirty minutes, he chose to decline.

"Young Master Li Ang, are you sure you don't want to reside at the Spirit Pagoda? The environment at Eastsea Academy will be much worse than at the Spirit Pagoda, and if your roommates are noisy, they might interfere with your design research."

Ming Yue looked at Li Ang, speaking quite tactfully. Li Ang's pursuit of design is intense; he spends almost every day working on his designs or conducting some completely nonsensical research.

They couldn't understand these things, let alone students of similar age. Living together under such circumstances would easily lead to conflict, but Li Ang didn't care about that.

He is currently a three-ring soul master, and although his three soul skills—or rather, traits—do not have any offensive focus, when combined with his two guardian beasts (or soul spirits) and his own terrifying physical constitution, even normal Soul Kings would have almost no chance of winning against him.

"Don't worry, Sister Ming Yue, you don't need to concern yourself with this. If I need to return, I will come back."

"Of course, I need you to arrange a driver to be responsible for my life at all times, ensuring that when I need to go forging or return to the Spirit Pagoda, I can get a response as quickly as possible."

Li Ang spoke casually, and Ming Yue nodded calmly; this was nothing for the Spirit Pagoda.

Arranging a dedicated driver, or even several drivers to rotate 24 hours a day at the entrance of Eastsea Academy, was not difficult at all.

As they chatted, the vehicle slowly came to a stop. Seeing the car stop, Li Ang stepped out calmly with Ming Yue following behind, and the two entered Eastsea Academy together.

Li Ang went to the Academic Affairs Office to collect his identification. Because Ming Yue had accompanied him personally, the director, Long Hengxu, followed them himself, and Li Ang was assigned to Dorm 200.

Li Ang didn't care much about the room assignment. When the door opened and the three of them walked in, there were already three students inside.

The three students were stunned when they saw Li Ang, Ming Yue, and Long Hengxu enter. They clearly recognized Long Hengxu and stood up somewhat nervously upon seeing him.

"Good morning, Director."

"Hello, Director."

Long Hengxu watched the students greet him, but his expression remained calm as he looked at Ming Yue with a hint of a fawning smile.

"These three are talented students in the first grade. Each of them has two-ring strength, and their family backgrounds are quite good. Perhaps they will have common topics with Young Master Li Ang."

Long Hengxu spoke very politely. Within the entire Spirit Pagoda, Ming Yue holds a very noble status; offending her is the same as offending Shen Ming.

Therefore, unless someone is out of their mind, no one wants to offend this secretary.

In the entire Eastsea City, the Spirit Pagoda and the Tang Sect are undoubtedly the two largest organizations, and no one can shake them.

Compared to the Tang Sect, which focuses on production and merely occupies a vast area, the Spirit Pagoda is the local organization that truly involves every aspect of Eastsea City.

From the standard real estate industry to the operation of soul spirits, and the expenditure and assessment of high-level soul spirits, the Spirit Pagoda calls the shots.

The Spirit Pagoda is a true behemoth in Eastsea City, so naturally, a director of Eastsea Academy would not dare to offend Ming Yue.

However, Ming Yue remained equally polite: "Hello, students. This is our young master, Li Ang."

"This is his first time studying here and his first time living in a dormitory. If there is anything improper, please be accommodating."

Ming Yue smiled and glanced behind her. A driver who had followed them quickly stepped forward, holding several boxes which he handed to the three students.

The three took the boxes, stunned. Wang Jinxi subconsciously opened his, and what met his eyes was a century-old medicinal herb.

Looking at the century-old herb, Wang Jinxi's mouth opened slightly. A century-old herb is nothing to the Spirit Pagoda, but for families like theirs, the price is not low.

One must know that even for someone like Xie Xie, obtaining a normal century-old herb requires going to an auction or using family resources.

Yet, this beautiful woman had casually produced three century-old herbs as a greeting gift.

This left the three feeling both nervous and intimidated. After Ming Yue chatted briefly with them, she bowed slightly toward Li Ang.

"Young Master Li Ang, are you satisfied with this environment? If you are, I will have them move your things in."

Ming Yue looked at Li Ang. Li Ang had been looking down, seemingly lost in thought. Hearing her, he paused, then raised his eyes, his calm, ripple-free gaze sweeping over the three students.

He felt neither strong curiosity nor malice toward these characters from the original timeline; he simply nodded calmly.

Immediately, the two bodyguards behind the driver brought in Li Ang's suitcase, daily necessities, and the paper, pens, and other items he required.

The quantity of these items was significant, taking up a large portion of the common area, yet neither Wang Jinxi, Zhang Yangzi, nor Wei Xiaofeng said a word.