When the three of them arrived at Spirit Hall Academy, it was already nine in the morning.
Upon arriving at Spirit Hall Academy, Qingluan Douluo placed Ling Chang'e on the ground, letting her walk on her own.
Ling Chang'e's eyes widened as she looked at Spirit Hall Academy.
The dazzling golden plaque immediately caught her eye. The five large characters, written in a dynamic, flowing style, were also golden. For a plaque to remain untarnished after thousands of years of wind and rain, it must have been made of gold.
This subtly indicated Spirit Hall Academy's immense wealth. Indeed, it's good to lean against a big tree for shade.
Spirit Hall Academy, backed by Spirit Hall, had no shortage of funds. They could even provide financial assistance to students, ensuring the students remembered Spirit Hall's benevolence.
Below the plaque was a circular, silver-white archway, ten meters high. Beside it stood a silver wall, topped with sharp, rhomboid pillars designed to defend against enemy intrusion.
At the base of the silver wall, a row of colorful flowers was planted.
Based on Ling Chang'e's experience, she didn't recognize any of these flowers. They were beautiful, but not recognizing them made her think they were just wildflowers.
No, they couldn't be wildflowers; they had to be cultivated flowers. Since Spirit Hall Academy planted them, they certainly wouldn't be wildflowers.
"This is the North Gate of Spirit Hall Academy."
Guangling Douluo stopped, his face stern, and spoke to Ling Chang'e, "The North Gate is closest to the Angel Sacred Mountain. From here, you can go to Spirit Hall, it's usually for students to have an audience with the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall. The East Gate is where the instructors and students reside. The South and West Gates lead to the teaching buildings and Spirit Mimicry training grounds."
"To facilitate the improvement of students' Spirits, Spirit Hall Academy has established over two hundred Spirit Mimicry training grounds. It can be said that these Spirit Mimicry training grounds encompass all Spirit Mimicry training grounds for all Spirits currently on the Douluo Continent."
Hearing this, Ling Chang'e looked up at Guangling Douluo and said, "So, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul also has a Spirit Mimicry training ground at Spirit Hall Academy."
Ling Chang'e was doing this on purpose, wanting to make things difficult for Guangling Douluo.
This was a good opportunity.
A good time to challenge Guangling Douluo without getting hit by Qingluan Douluo!
"That's right."
Guangling Douluo nodded confidently, "I said it covers all Spirits on the Douluo Continent. As a top-tier Spirit Hall Spirit, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul is one that Spirit Hall Academy would never neglect, even if it neglected others."
Guangling Douluo felt Ling Chang'e's question was pointless.
Spirit Hall's foundation is the Angel Clan, so naturally, they prioritize the needs of the Angel Clan.
Of course, generally speaking, Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul possessors don't come to Spirit Hall Academy.
Whether they come or not, Spirit Hall Academy must have all these facilities. Whether they come depends on the Angel Clan's attitude; not providing training grounds would be seen as disrespecting the Angel Clan.
Spirit Hall Academy, of course, dared not do so.
"Alright."
Ling Chang'e responded with a hint of regret, an unidentifiable emotion flowing in her eyes, "Then I'll have to attend Spirit Hall Academy with Qian Junlin."
"Of course, this was arranged by Big Brother."
Guangling Douluo looked at her meaningfully, "Perhaps you two will even be in the same class, taught by the same instructor."
"Why?"
Caught off guard, Ling Chang'e instinctively asked, her eyes filled with surprise.
"Because you are both geniuses."
"Geniuses are definitely in the same class. Those with insufficient talent simply don't have the opportunity to enter your circle. Ling Chang'e, you must remember that on the Douluo Continent, strength is the most important thing."
Guangling Douluo gently patted Ling Chang'e's shoulder, speaking softly.
At this moment, he finally looked like a master.
"Okay."
Ling Chang'e agreed without hesitation. She could hear Guangling Douluo's concern for her.
Although Guangling Douluo was a cynical person, he was quite good to her.
Ling Chang'e was aware of this.
"Are there any Spirit Mimicry training grounds suitable for my Spirit?"
"Of course there are. Wait for your instructor to arrange it. They will recommend the Spirit Mimicry training ground most suitable for your Spirit."
Guangling Douluo said, extending his large hand towards Ling Chang'e. He then took Ling Chang'e's small hand and walked slowly.
"You'll cultivate at Spirit Hall Academy during the day, and I'll give you extra training at night. As my disciple, you still have much to learn."
Guangling Douluo said indifferently, the corners of his lips slightly upturned, clearly in a good mood.
He found a sense of accomplishment in his disciple.
Indeed, teaching a disciple can make one happy. Watching her nod innocently, looking as if she understood yet didn't, his mood instantly brightened.
"Okay..."
Ling Chang'e stiffened her body, finally forcing herself to agree.
This master's is too demanding.
Not only did she have to attend Spirit Hall Academy's training during the day, but she also had to endure Guangling Douluo's extra training at night. She didn't even have to think to know that her future days would definitely be filled with hardship.
This love was too heavy; she didn't want to bear it.
Ling Chang'e felt like crying, yet no tears came.
This life was too terrifying.
"It's good that you're unwilling, because I just want to make you unhappy."
Guangling Douluo chuckled, saying something extremely provoking.
He was constantly testing Ling Chang'e's patience.
Ling Chang'e clenched her hand into a fist, repeatedly telling herself to endure. These provoking words were intentionally said to irritate her.
She couldn't lose her composure.
"Guangling..."
Qingluan Douluo spoke helplessly, "Let's go find the dean of Spirit Hall Academy first to complete your disciple's enrollment procedures."
Qingluan Douluo's words broke the tension in the air, allowing Ling Chang'e's composure to return.
"Little one."
Guangling Douluo chuckled at Ling Chang'e, then pulled her hand and walked forward.
His light chuckle, in Ling Chang'e's eyes, was truly infuriating.
Ling Chang'e tightened her fists, veins bulging, constantly suppressing her anger.
She repeatedly told herself that she couldn't defeat Guangling Douluo and needed to calm down.
Wuwuwu!
This terrible master only knows how to bully his disciple.
Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. She didn't believe he could remain so arrogant in the future.
Spirit Hall Academy spanned a vast area. From the North Gate to the South Gate, it took the three of them ten minutes to walk. These ten minutes were spent with the Titled Douluo accelerating with spirit power.
If they weren't Titled Douluo, this journey would take one or two hours.
Along the way, blue and purple jacaranda flowers swayed in the wind, their dreamy appearance relaxing Ling Chang'e's mood. Spirit Hall Academy's aesthetics were still on point; it was just that there were too many of these plants.
The fallen petals would require people to clean them up.
Beautiful, yes, but also labor-intensive.
A building covering an area of over three hundred meters appeared before them. It was entirely silver, with golden spirit tools embedded in its exterior walls.
Ling Chang'e wasn't clear about their function, but their placement on the walls suggested they had something to do with the wall itself.
This building had a total of fifteen floors.
Ling Chang'e specifically counted them.
The top of the building was shaped like a lighthouse.