My Sign-in Life in Douluo

Of course, this matter still requires careful consideration. After all, he only had one sample. If he wanted to mass-produce them, he would still have to rely on Tang San.

Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Fengzhi, that brat dared to bully Rongrong; you should have sent more people to beat him up," said an old man with gray-white hair, sword-like eyebrows, and eyes that shone with spirit.

"Uncle Sword, I have already sent people. They should be back soon. That kid is quite interesting," Ning Fengzhi said with a faint smile.

A quarter of an hour later, the two men returned in a sorry state.

"Reporting to the Sect Master, your subordinates have failed. That kid possesses Twin Martial Souls. His second martial soul is a Bell-type Martial Soul, and when combined with his first, his strength is formidable. We were no match for him. Furthermore, his second martial soul carries a sense of imperial pressure."

Ning Fengzhi looked down, somewhat surprised, and pondered something.

"You may withdraw."

"Uncle Sword, this kid is quite interesting; he is warning us," Ning Fengzhi said with his usual scholarly grace.

"Hmph, if you ask me, I'd go and beat that brat up myself. You're his father, yet even with your daughter bullied like this, you still have the heart to recruit him," Sword Douluo said.

"Uncle Sword, don't get excited just yet. The fact that this kid could guess we were trying to test him shows his intellect is beyond that of an ordinary person; otherwise, he wouldn't have revealed his second martial soul," Ning Fengzhi said calmly.

"Oh? Then what do you intend to do?" Sword Douluo countered.

"I don't have any ideas yet, I'm just curious. Besides, the reason I let Rongrong sneak out was to temper her temperament. If we step in now, all our previous efforts will be wasted," Ning Fengzhi said.

"Hmph, then let that brat enjoy himself for a while longer." After saying this, Sword Douluo turned and left.

Ning Fengzhi was left alone in the great hall, frowning as he pondered something.

The next day.

Inside Shrek Academy.

Standing in front of Flender was a row of students—this was Tang San and the others, and Ning Rongrong was among them.

"Oscar, Ning Rongrong, step forward. Auxiliary-type soul masters must first learn how to run away. Now, run 20 laps around the village."

"Yes," the two replied in unison.

By evening, both of them returned.

"Have you both finished running?" Flender asked with a cold face.

"Reporting to the Dean, we have finished," Oscar said.

"I was talking to both of you, not just you," Flender said coldly again.

"So, Ning Rongrong, have you finished?"

"Let me guess, you went halfway to Suotuo City to have a big meal, and then came back to find Oscar. Is there something wrong with what I said?" Flender's expression grew increasingly sour.

"Oscar, go run another 20 laps. Ning Rongrong, he is being punished in your place. Shrek is a collective; don't you feel any guilt?"

Ning Rongrong finally couldn't hold it in and exploded, "Flender, who do you think you are? Just a lowly Soul Saint. You want me to leave, but I refuse. And I certainly won't run any laps." In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she was a little demoness who feared nothing. No one could control her; how could she endure being lectured like this?

"So this is where your confidence comes from? The young miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. You are bringing shame to the sect. You are nothing but a spoiled aristocrat," Flender said disdainfully.

Ning Rongrong wanted to retort, but she didn't know what to say.

"Am I wrong? Your talent, which you are so proud of, is nothing here. Dai Mubai is 15 and level 39; Tang San is 12 and level 30; Ma Hongjun, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu—which one of them is weaker than you? Not to mention Jiang Siming," Flender scoffed.

"I am an auxiliary soul master; how can I compare to them? Right, there's also Oscar," Ning Rongrong said, unwilling to concede.

"Have you ever seen an auxiliary-type soul master with Innate Full Soul Power?" Flender said.

"Innate Full Soul Power, auxiliary-type! No, you're lying to me. How could an auxiliary-type have Innate Full Soul Power?" Ning Rongrong roared.

"Oscar might be the only food-type soul master in the world with Innate Full Soul Power. You should know what that means for a food-type soul master. He might just replace your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and become the world's number one auxiliary-type martial soul. And you? You are just a spoiled brat," Flender's tone grew heavier.

"It's not true, it's not true." Ning Rongrong's emotions gradually spiraled out of control. She cried and fled the scene.

"Jiang Siming, go check on her, don't let anything happen," Flender said, displaying his typical sharp tongue but soft heart.

"Damn, you hurt the girl's feelings yourself, and now you want me to clean up the mess," Jiang Siming grumbled.

"I told you to go, so go. Stop with all the nonsense," Flender said.

The remaining students watched the rapidly shifting scene, looking completely bewildered.

"What are you looking at? Get back to training!" Flender coughed and said with renewed authority.

Jiang Siming followed Ning Rongrong's footprints, walking slowly. He saw Ning Rongrong sitting on a rock by the lake, her eyes vacant.

Jiang Siming walked up to Ning Rongrong and sat down beside her.

"Are you here to laugh at me?" Ning Rongrong sobbed.

"If that's what you think, then sure," Jiang Siming said nonchalantly.

"You..." Ning Rongrong was momentarily speechless.

"If you don't change, no one will ever be your friend. Friends should be sincere and equal, not like the subordinates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect whom you can order around at will. Even those subordinates who appear respectful—how many of them truly respect you? I suspect most of them only do it for your father's sake," Jiang Siming dealt Ning Rongrong another blow.

"You're lying," Ning Rongrong retorted.

"Fine, consider it a lie!" Jiang Siming stood up and prepared to leave.