As a Da Luo realm cultivator—and a powerful one at that—Li Su was not assigned to attend classes at the academy alongside the students and little ones this time.
Though he was still near the school, he was housed in the adjacent Alchemist Tower.
It was a skyscraper more than a thousand stories tall. From the outside, it looked like a building made of shifting metal, yet once one entered a room and looked outside, the walls were completely transparent. The heavy metal was even clearer than glass, as if it did not exist at all.
It contained every sort of facility. Every room came in no fewer than a thousand different styles.
Some were filled with mire, some admitted no light whatsoever, some blazed with flames tens of thousands of degrees hot, and others were close to absolute zero. The focus was on variety, with rooms capable of meeting almost any guest's needs.
Perhaps someone might ask.
Who the hell would stay in a room heated to tens of thousands of degrees?
Of course there were such people, and quite a few of them.
After all, this was the outside world. The Central Planet primarily served these sorts of special lifeforms.
Li Su's demands were not so extensive. Based on his own nature, he requested a room where normal humans would live. The Metal Life that brought him here repeatedly asked whether that would truly be enough. They could provide even more environments, and had previously arranged residences for cultivators of the soul path, with abundant experience in that regard.
Though that made him quite curious, when he considered the tastes of lifeforms from the outside world, he still refused as a proper soul cultivator. His Dao techniques might indeed be bizarre and dripping with sinister yin energy, but