CH 6

"Have you found his identity information?" Zong Ye stared at the video of the fluttering dog on the screen and asked.

The staff hesitated and replied, "We haven't found anything. He's still a cub, and when he boarded the spacecraft, only the information of his guardian who accompanied him was registered. The ship's passages are interconnected, and apart from this storage room, the monitors in other areas didn't capture his whereabouts, so we don't know who his guardian is."

Zong Ye frowned, "What about the surveillance during boarding and disembarking? It should have captured footage of him with his guardian."

The staff responded, "We're still investigating. This spaceship bound for the Imperial Star made several stops at space stations along the way, so it will take some time."

"Please expedite the investigation," Zong Ye said and turned to leave. As he was about to go, he saw on the screen the dog raising its little paws and patting the fluttering feathers. The feathers returned to being a quiet little ball, and the dog carried it in its mouth, leaping onto a shelf.

He paused and said, "Send me a copy of the video." Then he strode away.

***

There was a considerable amount of money added to the Star Card, so Jian Ning didn't need to worry about his and Tuan Tuan's living expenses for the time being. He didn't look for a job and stayed with Tuan Tuan at a hotel until the start of Saint's Academy.

Early in the morning, the area around Saint's Academy was bustling with numerous floating cars swiftly entering the campus. Jian Ning also arrived at the office building in a floating car. A young man with brown hair and glasses emerged from the office building.

"Jian Ning?" He saw Jian Ning and asked.

"Professor Moor," Jian Ning nodded. He had contacted Professor Moor through the communicator last night and arranged to meet him at the office building today.

"Come in with me first," Moor helped him with his luggage and they entered the office.

Moor's office was for one person. As soon as they entered, Jian Ning took out the introduction letter and handed it to him, saying, "Professor Lin Yang asked me to give this to you."

Moor took the letter, opened it, and looked through it. Then he looked up and said, "Lin Yang mentioned it to me half a month ago. Put your luggage down first, and come with me to complete the enrollment procedures."

Seeing Tuan Tuan in his arms, Moor took out two balls of yarn from a drawer in the office and asked Jian Ning to leave the little one in the office.

Jian Ning let Tuan Tuan stay on the sofa and play with the yarn while he followed Moor to complete the enrollment procedures.

The procedures were quickly completed, and Moor gave him a student bracelet that he would need at the college, then sent him for a psychic power test.

The testing location was inside a large brick-red building, and just as Jian Ning arrived, he happened to run into Terry coming out from inside.

"Ning!" Terry happily ran up to him, excitedly saying, "Did you just arrive? I got assigned to Class C."

Classes are divided based on psychic power levels, with one class for Class A, two classes for Class B, and three classes for Class C.

"You must be in either Class B or Class A," Terry said enviously after speaking. 

They had talked about psychic powers on the spacecraft, and Terry knew that Jian Ning grew vegetables at home through his own cultivation. Such impressive psychic abilities are only found in Class B or higher.

Jian Ning comforted him, saying, "Even if we're not in the same class, we will still stay in touch often."

"Then I'll go to the dormitory first." With a talented friend, Terry happily bid him farewell.

Jian Ning entered the building, and there were several queues in the lobby. He joined the shortest queue and quickly reached his turn.

He handed over his student bracelet, and the teacher in charge of the testing handed him a seed.

Imitating others, Jian Ning held the seed in his palm, focusing his psychic power on it. After a while, a tender sprout trembled and emerged.

"Class C," the teacher said, skillfully planting the seed into a small flowerpot and tapping it a few times on the light-brain. Then the teacher returned the student bracelet to Jian Ning.

...Class C? Jian Ning was shocked and couldn't believe it as he looked at the tender green sprout. How did his psychic power become so weak?

In a daze, he left the building and found Moor waiting for him in a floating car. Moor warmly asked, "Which class did you get assigned to, Class A or Class B?"

Lin Yang had praised this young man in their communications and letters, saying that his psychic power was very high and that he would become an excellent cultivator.

Jian Ning replied, "...Class C."

Moor: ...

He took Jian Ning's bracelet and checked it, clearly displaying Jian Ning's psychic power level and assigned class as Class C.

What was Lin Yang doing? He had gotten his hopes up for nothing.

Although his expectations were shattered, it was still great to be admitted to the college as a cultivator. Moor put on a smile again and said, "Let's go. I'll take you to the dormitory."

Returning to the office building to pick up Tuan Tuan and the luggage, they arrived at the dormitory entrance, and Moor left after setting them down.

Jian Ning found his dormitory room, swiped his bracelet to enter, and couldn't help but widen his eyes in astonishment. The living conditions here were too good, no wonder the tuition fee was so expensive.

The dormitory was apartment-style, with two separate rooms, a shared living room, and a kitchen. It was equipped with a sofa, refrigerator, air conditioning, and was impeccably clean.

The door to one of the rooms was closed, indicating that someone had already arrived. Jian Ning pushed the luggage towards the empty room when suddenly the door of the adjacent room opened, and Terry jumped out, saying, "Welcome..."

"Ning." Terry's eyes widened in surprise when he saw Jian Ning.

Jian Ning awkwardly greeted him, rubbing his nose, "Hey, Terry, we're roommates now."

Despite his previous display of strong psychic power, now he had been proven wrong. Jian Ning didn't know if Terry would think he was lying and no longer wanted to be friends with him.

"That's great! I'm glad to be your roommate," Terry exclaimed, briefly stunned but quickly becoming cheerful again. He didn't inquire further, understanding that fluctuations in psychic power during the first two years of adulthood, although rare, did happen. There were several cases in the empire's history. Jian Ning must be feeling heartbroken right now, and as a friend, Terry wanted to comfort him.

"And you too, little one. We'll be living together from now on," he said with a smile, reaching out to rub Tuan Tuan's little head nestled in Jian Ning's arms.

Tuan Tuan licked its paw and snuggled closer to Jian Ning.

"Then I'll go in and unpack my luggage," Jian Ning was surprised by Terry's attitude, and a warm feeling surged within him. Holding Tuan Tuan, he entered the room.

The room was also well furnished, with a large bed, wardrobe, and a writing desk with a light-brain on top. The room even had its own bathroom, with new towels, toothbrushes, shampoo, and shower gel provided. Everything was neatly arranged and more luxurious than the hotel he had stayed in before.

After taking out and organizing the items from the luggage, Jian Ning locked the door. From the bottom of the suitcase, he retrieved a package of seeds he had brought from Blue Star, held them in his palm, closed his eyes, and concentrated his psychic power.

After a while, trembling tender sprouts emerged from the seeds but didn't grow any further. He tried several seeds in a row until he became exhausted and stopped.

Looking at the row of small sprouts in front of him, Jian Ning was astonished. How could his psychic power become so weak like this? It was clearly much stronger when he dealt with Wes...

Thinking of Wes, his gaze sharpened, and he suddenly realized the reason. Yes, it must be because of Wes. That night, he had almost exhausted all his psychic power trying to trap Wes.

He lowered his gaze, pursed his lips, and clenched his fists. This wasn't Earth, and there were no energy cores from those monsters for him to absorb. How could he restore his psychic power?