My Sign-in Life in Douluo

"Ouch, ouch," Jiang Siming groaned in pain.

"Fine, you pirated copies. Let's see how you handle a beating."

The real Jiang Siming summoned his martial soul, the Juexian Sword in his left hand and the Luxian Sword in his right. He swung both hands simultaneously, and in an instant, sword energy surged in every direction.

Before Jiang Siming could feel smug, ten phantoms of the Donghuang Bell stood before him, blocking all of his sword energy.

"This is truly identical!" Jiang Siming wailed.

If I had known, I wouldn't have tried to show off. Why did I fight ten of them? One is already a handful. How did I not realize I was this strong? Jiang Siming silently patted himself on the back.

The entire night was spent with Jiang Siming getting pummeled.

The next day.

During the daily morning exercises, Zhao Wuji faced a Jiang Siming who seemed absolutely insane, feeling nothing but helplessness.

"I haven't offended him lately, it's like I stole his wife or something." Zhao Wuji, bruised and swollen, finally managed to disengage from the fight.

At this moment, Jiang Siming looked equally miserable. Although Zhao Wuji hadn't fought with his full strength, the power of a Spirit Saint was undeniable, and the two had simply been trading blows. The others, who had woken up early to run, watched the scene in utter confusion.

"Brother Siming, what's wrong with him? It's like he's a different person overnight. Did Teacher Zhao do something to him?" Ma Hongjun asked lecherously.

"Fatty! As your older brother, I feel obligated to improve your strength," Jiang Siming said, staggering to his feet with a fierce expression.

Seeing Jiang Siming covered in bruises, the others finally couldn't hold back their laughter. Even the cold Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter.

"It seems you all need my care," Jiang Siming said as he charged toward the group.

An hour later...

Tang San, Oscar, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others were all pinned to the ground and rubbed into the dirt by Jiang Siming, ending up just as bruised and swollen as he was.

As for Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing, since they were girls, Jiang Siming forced them to watch the entire live broadcast.

"Brother Siming, we were wrong," the group wailed. Of course, they were also shocked in their hearts; when Jiang Siming got serious, his strength was terrifying. He had beaten them until they had no room to fight back, relying solely on his fists and his body to withstand their attacks while inflicting such a miserable defeat. Although Tang San and the others had held back, Jiang Siming hadn't truly been serious either.

Jiang Siming was actually quite shocked himself. If he hadn't been so furious from being beaten up all night, he never would have expected to unleash such power.

It seems that blindly hiding my strength makes it hard to improve, Jiang Siming thought to himself.

"Get up, you bastards. Laughing at me, are you? Fatty, what did you say about me? Tonight, I'll knock you out and take you to Teacher Zhao's room. Want to experience the charm of a mature man?" Jiang Siming said viciously.

"Brother Siming, I won't dare do it again. Please spare us," Ma Hongjun, who had been beaten until he looked even rounder, begged for mercy.

The others also chimed in, pleading for mercy.

Jiang Siming calmed down and felt a bit guilty after thinking it over. He tossed three pills to Dai Mubai and the others, then turned and gave one each to Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong, before sitting down on a nearby rock.

Tang San felt speechless; he had been beaten up and didn't even get a consolation prize.

The other six looked at Jiang Siming with confusion.

"Brother Siming, what is this?" Ma Hongjun asked.

"It won't kill you. If you don't want to eat it, give it back. I'm reluctant to part with them anyway," Jiang Siming said irritably.

Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai and the others looked at the pills and swallowed them in one gulp. Having spent years with Jiang Siming, they didn't believe he would harm them.

"These are good things. Xiao Wu, it's fine," Tang San quickly added to reassure her.

Hearing this, the three girls stopped hesitating and swallowed them. Moments later, they all felt a powerful force spreading from their abdomens throughout their entire bodies.

They all sat cross-legged on the ground and began to circulate their spirit power.

"San, go boil some water quickly. I'll watch over them here," Jiang Siming said to Tang San.

Knowing the effects of the Body Strengthening Pill, Tang San turned and went to boil water.

Near noon.

Flender strolled over and saw the group sitting there, their skin dark, shiny, and lustrous.

Then he saw Jiang Siming sitting on the rock, bruised and swollen.

Flender asked in confusion, "What happened? Why are you swollen like a pig's head? And who are these six black ghosts? They stink!" He covered his nose as he spoke.

"Dean, it's Dai Mubai and the others! These are pills I obtained by chance; they have the effect of cleansing the marrow and cutting the bones," Jiang Siming explained helplessly.

"Siming, if you had such good things, why didn't you bring them out sooner? The Dean has been good to you, hasn't he? Why don't you give me a hundred or eighty of them?" Flender said fawningly, rubbing his hands together.

"A hundred or eighty? Dean, do you think these are candy balls? I don't have any left; they ate them all," Jiang Siming said, spreading his hands.

"What a pity. This stuff would definitely sell for a good price," Flender said with a look of disappointment.

"Let's go, let's go. It stinks to high heaven."

Not long after Flender left, the group woke up one after another. They looked at each other, covered in filth, then looked at themselves, and finally turned to Jiang Siming, who had been holding back laughter for a long time.

Seeing this, Jiang Siming quickly slipped away, leaving behind a parting remark: "You guys hurry and find Tang San! He should have the water ready by now."

The group looked at one another in confusion. Only Zhu Zhuqing stood there, staring blankly at the filth covering her body, even sniffing it carefully.

They quickly got up and rushed toward the bathhouse.

"Zhuqing, let's go, hurry up and wash. It stinks!" Xiao Wu reminded the dazed Zhu Zhuqing.