My Sign-in Life in Douluo Dalu

As night fell, Jiang Siming temporarily remained at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

He planned to take Dugu Bo to find Tang San the next day. After all, he still had a ticking time bomb inside his body.

Jiang Siming sat cross-legged to begin meditating, slowly entering the Mirror World once again.

"Back to this miserable world again." He shrugged helplessly.

"Ding, system notification: Mirror World functions have been updated. One, the base number of opponents has increased by three. Two, death is now possible."

"Damn it, you didn't mention the second point back then! This is a predatory clause! Is it real death or fake death?" Jiang Siming asked hurriedly.

"Ding, each time you enter the space, you have ten chances to die. Exceeding ten times will result in an automatic exit. Every death will be a real sensory experience."

"Geez, that's so perverted." Jiang Siming said, though he also let out a sigh of relief.

"Ding, mirror training initiated."

As soon as the words fell, three figures appeared before Jiang Siming's eyes.

Before Jiang Siming could even react, his head was sliced off by a sword.

The next moment, Jiang Siming revived and reappeared in the Mirror World.

"So painful, the feeling of having nothing—is this what death feels like?" In that instant, Jiang Siming felt an unprecedented agony. It wasn't physical, but rather a feeling of being abandoned by the entire world, as if all five senses were blocked and he could perceive nothing around him. There was only an endless void in his heart. After lasting for a few seconds, he reappeared in his original spot. Jiang Siming could imagine that if he were to truly die and remain in that state forever, he would probably even forget the feeling of despair.

Throughout the entire night, Jiang Siming used up all ten of his death opportunities.

Early the next morning, the first rays of sunlight fell on Jiang Siming's face. He opened his eyes, but this time, he didn't feel the shame or anger he had felt before. He remained where he was and began to think.

"The system said the purpose of the Mirror World is to find my own weaknesses. But the number of opponents far exceeds mine, and the addition of the death function can't just be to torture me. Although the mirrors created by the Mirror World possess all my abilities, their combat techniques aren't exactly top-tier. The reason they beat me into having no power to fight back is that they act decisively and resolutely. They even trade injury for injury. It seems this is the system's goal. I have truly engaged in too little actual combat. I understand combat techniques, but when it comes to the art of killing, I am still a layman." Jiang Siming thought to himself. After all, in a life-or-death moment, it isn't enough to just defeat the enemy. Killing soul beasts had always felt like a matter of course to him, but he had never thought about what it felt like to kill a person.

Dugu Bo had already woken up; after all, he was anxious about his own life and that of his granddaughter.

Jiang Siming looked at Dugu Bo and stood up. "Let's go," he said.

Dugu Bo looked at the suddenly serious Jiang Siming, feeling a bit surprised for a moment.

"This kid slept through the night; how did he become like a different person?"

The two traveled quickly, and in just half a day, they arrived at Shrek Academy.

"Tell me, kid, you're a student at this academy? I see the place is dilapidated. Since it can produce a student like you, and there's another expert here whose poison skills are no less than mine, if your life weren't in my hands, I'd start to suspect you were playing me for a fool."

Jiang Siming led Dugu Bo into the academy. As they walked, he said, "I'll say this first: you must not force the partner I mentioned. If you forcibly pressure him to detoxify you, you'll be the one to suffer." Jiang Siming warned him.

"Hmph, I am a Title Douluo. Who else could bully me?" Dugu Bo said with a confident look.

"Oh! My companion's surname is Tang. I don't believe you would really dare to do anything out of line." Jiang Siming said with a hint of provocation.

"So what if his surname is Tang? Wait, could it be..." Dugu Bo frowned.

"That's right, this Tang is exactly who you think it is. Although the Haotian Sect has sealed its mountains for many years, his 'Tang' comes from that person after all. Guess what? If you touch him, will you die a miserable death?" Jiang Siming spoke again.

"That person... fine, I won't hurt him." Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes and said, effectively conceding.

"I'm curious, what kind of person are you, kid? Powerful strength, a mind beyond the ordinary... I can't even see through what kind of person you are. And this academy, I'm starting to get curious," Dugu Bo asked.

Jiang Siming lit a cigarette and handed one to Dugu Bo. He exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Me? I'm just a guy who got lucky, but I am destined to become the top person on this continent. I will be unstoppable." Jiang Siming's tone shifted from reflective to high-spirited.

Dugu Bo took a deep drag and said, "Although you're bragging to the heavens, you somehow make me want to believe you. Why do I feel like you suddenly look handsome?"

Dugu Bo realized at this moment that as long as Jiang Siming was smoking, he found him much more pleasing to the eye.

"How exactly is this thing you're smoking made? I've smelled it carefully; it's just rolled from simple tobacco leaves. There's nothing special about it, yet it has this effect. Incredible. Just how many secrets do you have, kid?" Dugu Bo said.

Jiang Siming didn't answer, only smiling faintly.

Jiang Siming saw Ning Rongrong from afar and walked up to ask, "Rongrong, have you seen Tang San?"

Jiang Siming had previously given her a Body Strengthening Pill, and its effects were miraculous. She had gradually lost her hostility toward him. Jiang Siming, of course, wouldn't bicker with a little girl like her.

"Third Brother and the others went to the Soto Grand Arena for soul fighting. Because of the pill you gave me earlier, I went back to the sect. My father said he wants to see you." Ning Rongrong's face flushed as she spoke, her hands clutching the corner of her shirt.

Jiang Siming's heart churned. "What is this situation? Why does he want to see me? Of course, I don't have any more, so he wouldn't want to take the chance to beat me up, would he?" (This is why some people stay single.) Jiang Siming thought to himself.

"I say, kid, hurry up and take me there. Is my time really that worthless? Little girl in front, leave quickly. I won't hold it against you." Dugu Bo said impatiently.

"What a big mouth." Ning Rongrong put her hands on her hips and pouted.

"I say, Senior Dugu Bo, you really know how to pick people to bully. She is the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. The precious darling of Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo. This junior truly admires you," Jiang Siming said teasingly.

Dugu Bo froze for a moment, thinking to himself, "Damn it, acting tough leads to getting struck by lightning. I just wanted to show off and I kicked an iron plate."

However, as a Title Douluo, how could he be easily intimidated? He had been scared off by Jiang Siming using the name of the Haotian Douluo earlier, entirely because of the Haotian Douluo's terrifying combat record. But the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect might not necessarily be able to do anything to him. After all, the inner disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had no combat power. If an expert in poison like Dugu Bo really wanted to do something, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would certainly suffer heavy losses.

Chapter 17: Dugu Bo's Past

"Alright, Rongrong, since your father wants to see me, I will personally pay a visit once I've finished my business." Jiang Siming smoothed things over.

Ning Rongrong glanced at Dugu Bo, crossed her arms over her chest, let out a "Hmph," and tossed her hair, walking away with feigned nonchalance.

"Kid, I'm increasingly suspicious of what kind of academy this is. Is it a place where the Upper Three Sects have joined forces to cultivate talent specifically to deal with Spirit Hall?" Dugu Bo asked. With two people from the Upper Three Sects appearing here, he suspected the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was also involved. He became increasingly wary; if it were just one sect, he would be cautious but not overly concerned. But the Haotian Sect was in seclusion, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect always promoted harmony and wealth, and while the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was fierce, their strength was slightly weaker than the other two. As a dignified Title Douluo, Dugu Bo didn't necessarily have to give them face. But if the three sects had secretly united, even Spirit Hall wouldn't dare to ignore it.

"You're overthinking this. Their appearance here is mostly a coincidence. And there is no one from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan here," Jiang Siming said helplessly. After all, with the younger generation of two top sects appearing here—not to mention that their status and standing were not comparable to ordinary sect disciples—if Jiang Siming didn't know the truth, he wouldn't believe it himself. Jiang Siming wasn't afraid of Dugu Bo spreading the word. Dugu Bo was a guest official of the Heaven Dou imperial family, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect leaned toward the Heaven Dou imperial family. Sect Master Ning Fengzhi was the Crown Prince's tutor; Dugu Bo wouldn't easily offend them.

"It seems you'll have to wait a while. Tang San and the others have gone to the arena. Why don't we trade a few moves in the meantime?" Jiang Siming's Xianxian Sword hadn't been unsheathed for long, and he wanted to test its power.

"Kid, don't think that just because you made me suffer a small loss, you're very impressive. Although I don't rely primarily on physical force, I am still a Title Douluo. My soul power alone is enough to crush you," Dugu Bo said with his hands on his hips, looking disdainful.