Dorm Life

And doing this had another benefit: Little Butterfly was also his contracted creature—or his Soul Spirit, or even his Guardian Spirit.

Little Butterfly was one hundred percent loyal to him, and these metals had been forged by his own hands.

Once all the material condensed from these metals was fed to Little Butterfly, the "Battle Armor" she produced—or, more accurately, simulated—would greatly enhance Li Ang as well.

For Li Ang, this was a good thing, and he had no reason to refuse it.

After a night of research, he had barely finished the basic design for the Battle Armor on his left hand, though some of the joints still needed improvement.

As he thought about it, Li Ang glanced outside. It was already seven thirty. His brows furrowed at the time, but he calmly picked up his drafts and headed out.

The dining hall was empty by then. Li Ang sat down and ate a quick meal, then saw Ming Yue waiting at the entrance.

He didn't dawdle. After finishing his meal, he got straight into the car and went with Ming Yue to Eastsea Academy.

This was the day of Eastsea Academy's annual enrollment, and as a boarding student, Li Ang would be living at the school from now on.

Of course, given his status, he could choose to return to the Spirit Pagoda. But since Eastsea Academy was at least thirty minutes away from the Spirit Pagoda, he had declined.

"Young Master Li Ang, are you sure you don't want to live at the Spirit Pagoda? The conditions at Eastsea Academy are much worse, and if your roommates are noisy, they might disrupt your design work."

Ming Yue looked at Li Ang and phrased her concern delicately. He was deeply devoted to design, working on his own projects or conducting utterly inexplicable research almost every day.

They couldn't understand any of it, let alone students his own age. Living together would surely lead to conflicts, but Li Ang didn't care.

He was already a three-ring Soul Master. Though none of his three Soul Skills—or traits, as they could also be called—were offensive in nature,

with two Guardian Beasts, or Soul Spirits, and his own terrifying physical prowess, even a regular Soul King would have little chance of beating him.

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

"Of course, I'll need you to arrange a driver to handle my transportation full-time, so that whenever I need to go forging or return to the Spirit Pagoda, I can get a response as quickly as possible."

Li Ang said it casually. Ming Yue nodded calmly. This was nothing for the Spirit Pagoda.

Arranging a dedicated driver—or even several drivers to take shifts, standing guard outside Eastsea Academy around the clock—would be no trouble at all.

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

Li Ang went to the administration office to collect his student identification. Since Ming Yue had come along in person, the academic affairs director, Long Hengxu, personally escorted them. Li Ang had been 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, three students were already inside.

The three students saw Li Ang enter with Ming Yue and Long Hengxu, and were taken aback. They clearly knew Long Hengxu, and stood up awkwardly when they saw him.

"Hello, Director."

"Hello, Director."

Long Hengxu returned their greetings with a calm expression, then turned to Ming Yue with an obsequious smile.

"These three are all talented first-year students, each with the strength of a two-ring Soul Master. They also come from good families, so they may have plenty in common with our Young Master Li Ang."

Long Hengxu was exceedingly polite. Ming Yue held a very distinguished position within the Spirit Pagoda; offending her would be tantamount to offending Shen Ming.

So unless someone had something wrong with their head, they wouldn't want to offend this secretary.

And in all of Eastsea City, the Spirit Pagoda and the Tang Sect were unquestionably the two largest organizations. No one could shake their position.

Compared with the Tang Sect, which focused on production and had only claimed a vast stretch of land, the Spirit Pagoda was the true local power, involved in every aspect of Eastsea City.

From the regular real estate business to the management of Soul Spirits and the allocation and assessment of high-grade Soul Spirits, everything was under the Spirit Pagoda's control.

The Spirit Pagoda was already a true behemoth in Eastsea City. In such circumstances, a mere academic affairs director at Eastsea Academy naturally wouldn't dare offend Ming Yue.

Ming Yue was just as polite, however. "Hello, students. This is our young master, Li Ang."

"He's studying here for the first time, and this is his first time living in a dorm. Please be understanding if he does anything inappropriate."

Ming Yue smiled as she spoke, then glanced behind her. A driver who had come along hurried forward, carrying several boxes, and handed one to each of the three students.

The three took the boxes and froze. Wang Jinxi opened his without thinking, and the first thing he saw inside was a hundred-year-old spirit herb.

Wang Jinxi's mouth fell open at the sight. A hundred-year-old spirit herb was nothing special to the Spirit Pagoda.

But for families of modest means like theirs, a hundred-year-old spirit herb was already quite expensive.

Even Xie Xie and the others would have to go to an auction or draw on their family's resources to buy an ordinary hundred-year-old spirit herb.

Yet this beautiful woman had casually presented them with three hundred-year-old spirit herbs as a greeting gift.

The three were both ill at ease and intimidated. Ming Yue chatted with them briefly, then bowed slightly toward Li Ang.

"Young Master Li Ang, are you satisfied with the room? If you are, I'll have them bring in all your things."

Ming Yue looked at Li Ang. He had been looking down, apparently lost in thought. At her words, he paused, then raised his eyes and swept his calm, unreadable gaze over the three students.

He had no particular curiosity about these characters from the original timeline, nor did he feel any great hostility toward them. He simply nodded.

The two bodyguards behind the driver then carried in Li Ang's luggage, daily necessities, and all the paper, pens, and other things he needed.

There was quite a lot of it, enough to take up a large portion of the shared space. Still, neither Wang Jinxi, Zhang Yangzi, nor Wei Xiaofeng said a word.