My Sign-in Life in Douluo Dalu

At this moment, Dugu Bo suddenly made a move, attempting to grab Jiang Siming's arm.

Jiang Siming dodged with a flash of movement.

"Senior, are you going back on your word?" Jiang Siming said, preparing to counterattack.

"Kid, so what if I go back on my word? Just obediently let me draw some blood; I want to see what kind of constitution is so miraculous. Don't worry, I won't take your life," Dugu Bo said viciously.

Jiang Siming certainly couldn't agree to such a request; after all, the opponent was a Title Douluo. It would be easy for him to tamper with things. Furthermore, how could he let someone else take his body for research?

Jiang Siming released his martial soul, gripping the Juexian Sword and the Luxian Sword tightly in his hands.

"I hope Senior will keep his promise," Jiang Siming said again.

"Kid, you only have two choices now: either live on your knees or die on your feet," Dugu Bo declared once more.

"Then I choose to live on my feet." After saying this, Jiang Siming swung both swords, forming a circular field of sword energy. Sharp sword energy, accompanied by the erosive power of slaughter, raged wantonly around Dugu Bo.

Dugu Bo retreated two steps, waving his sleeves to channel his soul power in defense, yet he was still scratched on the arm by a streak of sword energy. He looked up and glared at Jiang Siming; the power of slaughter at the wound kept rampaging, trying to invade Dugu Bo's body. Dugu Bo tried to use his soul power to stop it, but he couldn't completely clear away this strange force. By now, Jiang Siming was already dozens of meters away.

"Kid, I didn't expect someone as young as you to have such strong power. I'll give you one more choice: become my disciple. Not only will I not kill you, but I'll also let you be my granddaughter's husband," Dugu Bo said, attempting to lure him.

"I appreciate Senior's kindness, but I already have ten wives, so I must decline your good intentions," Jiang Siming said, lying through his teeth.

"Kid, it seems you prefer to be punished rather than toasted," Dugu Bo said as he released his martial soul. His third soul ring lit up, releasing a burst of dark green light spots.

However, the light spots fell upon Jiang Siming without having the slightest effect.

"I forgot, you consumed the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Herb and are immune to all poisons. But with my Title Douluo soul power, you are no match for me," Dugu Bo said again.

Dugu Bo retracted his martial soul and released a massive surge of soul power, charging toward Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming smiled; Dugu Bo was, after all, a master of poison. Now that Jiang Siming had consumed the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Herb, he was completely immune to all toxins. Dugu Bo's threat was greatly diminished.

"Wait, Senior. You have used poison your whole life, but in the end, you will be killed by your own poison. Isn't that a pity?" Jiang Siming said.

"Kid, are these your last words?" Dugu Bo didn't admit it, but he had already stopped his attack.

"Senior, you are already terminally ill. You should know this," Jiang Siming said slowly.

"Hmph, even if what you say is true, I, Dugu Bo, have roamed the world my whole life and lived to a ripe old age—I've lived enough! I don't need a junior like you to threaten me," Dugu Bo retorted.

"Then pretend I didn't say anything. It's just a pity for your granddaughter; she might pass away early in the prime of her youth," Jiang Siming continued calmly.

Dugu Bo's expression showed his struggle. He guarded such a great treasure as the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, where any poison could be cured, yet he couldn't cure the toxins inherent to his own martial soul. He had lived enough, but he truly felt sorry for his granddaughter. Finally, he sighed, "Kid, if you really have a way to cure the poison of my Bilin Snake Emperor, I will spare you."

"I'm sorry, Senior. I don't know how to cure poison."

"You are playing with me," Dugu Bo said viciously.

"Senior, don't be impatient. While I cannot, my companion can. I have a companion whose skill with poison is not the slightest bit inferior to yours, perhaps even better." Jiang Siming muttered to himself, Little San, don't blame your buddy for selling you out. The situation is critical, you can handle this.

"Why should I believe you?" Dugu Bo was wavering.

"Senior can choose not to believe me, but there are probably few people in the world who would dare guarantee a cure for a poison that even you cannot solve. Why not give it a try?" Jiang Siming continued to entice him.

This kid can see that I'm poisoned; he must have some real ability. He even pretended not to recognize the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Herb earlier. How infuriating, Dugu Bo thought to himself. If Jiang Siming knew what Dugu Bo was thinking, he could only offer a bitter smile; after all, he really didn't recognize it. It was all thanks to his foresight.

"Fine, I believe you." As he spoke, Dugu Bo spat out a bead from his mouth and threw it to Jiang Siming.

"Swallow it," Dugu Bo said.

Jiang Siming naturally knew the origin of this bead. Without hesitation, he swallowed it.

"Kid, you've got guts. Do you know the explosive power of that bead? I know you are immune to poison, but I can detonate it, and you will still be blown to smithereens."

"In that case, I'm afraid you wouldn't fare very well either, would you?" Jiang Siming said, not worried in the slightest.

"Good kid, you've got spirit," Dugu Bo said, looking at him with admiration.

Jiang Siming walked slowly toward Dugu Bo with his sword in hand.

"Kid, what are you doing?" Dugu Bo asked, confused.

"If I don't clear the power of slaughter from your wound, I'm afraid that piece of flesh will have to be cut off," Jiang Siming said, withdrawing the power of slaughter.

Afterward, he sat casually on a rock and lit a cigarette, puffing out clouds of smoke.

"Kid, what is that thing? Why is smoke coming out of your mouth?" Dugu Bo asked like a curious child.

Jiang Siming didn't say much; he gave a Xuanhemen cigarette to Dugu Bo and lit it for him.

"Inhale with your mouth, pull it into your lungs, and then breathe it out. It's incredibly satisfying."

Dugu Bo followed suit, mimicking Jiang Siming's actions, taking a puff and exhaling.

"Kid, my name is Dugu Bo, but I still don't know your name," Dugu Bo said pleasantly. Dugu Bo only acted based on his likes and dislikes. Since he had decided not to kill Jiang Siming, he no longer spoke with malice.

"Senior, my name is Jiang Siming. Jiang as in river, Si as in judicial, Ming as in bright moon," Jiang Siming said.

As the moonlight rose, two people sat on a rock beside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, smoking.

Jiang Siming thought as he smoked that his decision today was too risky. He shouldn't have come to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well in the first place. Because of the original story, he had never placed Dugu Bo in an antagonistic position from the start. Even when Dugu Bo made him eat the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Herb, he hadn't treated him as an enemy. It wasn't until Dugu Bo wanted to study his body that he realized how foolish his behavior had been. This was a real world; he knew Dugu Bo, but Dugu Bo didn't know him.

"Just consider it a lesson learned," Jiang Siming said calmly, exhaling a puff of smoke.

Chapter 16: What does it feel like to kill someone?