My Sign-in Life in Douluo Dalu

"How will I know if I don't try?" Jiang Siming summoned the Xianxian Sword.

"Hmm? Kid, why does your martial soul look similar to the two swords from last time, yet different? Could it be a twin martial soul?" Dugu Bo asked, puzzled.

"My martial soul is a bit peculiar; it can shift into different forms," Jiang Siming fabricated.

What kind of special ability does this immortal sword possess? Jiang Siming wondered to himself.

"Senior, are you ready?" Jiang Siming raised his sword into an attacking stance.

"Come on then!" Dugu Bo kept his hands on his hips. As a titled Douluo, he naturally possessed the pride of one.

Jiang Siming said nothing more as three soul rings—purple, purple, and black—slowly emerged.

Dugu Bo was finally unsettled, remarking, "What exactly are you? This is incredible."

Jiang Siming's second soul ring lit up.

God of Slaughter Possession. With Jiang Siming breaking through to level 30, the amplification effect of God of Slaughter Possession had increased by 10%, meaning all attributes were now increased by 60%.

Jiang Siming's aura surged suddenly, causing Dugu Bo to furrow his brows.

Jiang Siming kicked off the ground, leaving an afterimage behind as he charged straight at Dugu Bo. Dugu Bo did not dodge, instead throwing a punch. A powerful surge of soul power, accompanied by gusts of wind, roared toward Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming dodged the strike with a sidestep, immediately changing direction to slash out a wave of sword energy.

Dugu Bo's body jolted as a wall of soul power formed around him, resisting the sword energy.

At this moment, Dugu Bo frowned again. Suddenly, he felt a wave of sorrow; he remembered his wife who had passed away early, and his son who had died suddenly due to the toxins within his own martial soul.

"No," Dugu Bo's eyes widened. His soul power surged once more, clearing away all these negative emotions.

"Kid, your martial soul can actually influence my emotions and stir up sad memories. You really are a monster."

"I'm done fighting." Dugu Bo waved his hand; he was no longer in the mood to spar with Jiang Siming.

"I'll keep calling you 'little monster' from now on. How do you have so many strange tricks up your sleeve?" Dugu Bo said, sounding annoyed.

"If I said I only just found out about its effects myself, would you believe me?" Jiang Siming gave a helpless, bitter smile.

It seems my Xianxian Sword can stimulate negative emotions in others. If that's the case, combined with my Evil Aura, the effect might be even more powerful, Jiang Siming thought to himself.

Jiang Siming put away his martial soul and walked over to Dugu Bo, handing him a cigarette. "Can you tell me about your past?" Jiang Siming asked, curious after seeing the sorrow on Dugu Bo's face earlier.

"Little monster, don't be a busybody." Dugu Bo did not want to talk about it.

"What do you think of this cigarette? If you tell me, I'll give you a whole pack," Jiang Siming said with a raised eyebrow, tempting him.

"This cigarette is quite good, but do you really want to hear it?" Dugu Bo countered.

Jiang Siming gave a hum of affirmation, lit a cigarette, and began to puff away.

Perhaps because Jiang Siming had stirred up Dugu Bo's past memories, the effect of the Xianxian Sword had not yet fully faded. For the first time, Dugu Bo wanted to confide his past to someone.

After all, no matter how powerful a person is, they are still human. Those who live in isolation are either gods or beasts. Although Dugu Bo was cold and acted only according to his own whims, he was also a man of deep feeling and loyalty. This could be seen in the original story. Dugu Bo took a drag of his cigarette and began to speak.

"My son had an innate soul power of level seven; he was a prodigy! By the age of 35, he had already reached the level of a level 60 soul emperor. I always regarded him as my pride. That same year, my daughter-in-law gave birth to a lovely daughter, my precious granddaughter. But why didn't he tell me? If he had told me, perhaps the tragedy wouldn't have happened." Dugu Bo grew increasingly agitated, his eyes turning slightly red.

"My granddaughter Dugu Yan had just turned one month old when I took her to the city to play. But shortly after I left, the toxins that had accumulated in my son's body for so long finally erupted. Within a radius of ten miles, not a blade of grass survived." Dugu Bo's tears could not help but fall. The cigarette had burned down to the filter, and he didn't even notice it burning his fingers.

Jiang Siming had not expected that the seemingly cold Dugu Bo had such a past. Perhaps the more indifferent a person appears, the more deeply they care for their loved ones. Just like in the original story, when Tang San treated him with sincerity, Dugu Bo did everything in his power for him.

Jiang Siming subconsciously reached out and patted Dugu Bo on the shoulder.

"Old man, if you don't mind, we're friends from now on," Jiang Siming said slowly.

"Are you pitying me? I, Dugu Bo, do not need anyone's sympathy," Dugu Bo said stubbornly.

"You're a titled Douluo; do you really need my pity? If you don't want to, just pretend I never said anything," Jiang Siming pouted.

Dugu Bo fell silent, neither denying nor admitting it.

The sun gradually dipped low, its afterglow spilling over the two men sitting in the sunset, smoking.

The smoke curled into various shapes, slowly disappearing into the horizon as if telling their secrets.

Chapter 18: Handling the Poison Douluo

As the sky grew dim, Jiang Siming and Dugu Bo sat on the stones in front of the academy. Both were getting impatient and bored. Eventually, Dugu Bo smoked one cigarette after another while listening to Jiang Siming tell a story about a carry-all player, a feeder who traveled thousands of miles to die, a teammate screaming "666" the whole time, and a squishy commander.

"Let me tell you, this Sun Wukong was incredible. His magic power was boundless, and a single somersault could cover a hundred and eight thousand miles. He had 72 transformations, was impervious to blades and fire, and could do anything from ascending to heaven to diving into the earth. He lived as long as heaven and earth and shone as brightly as the sun and moon!" Jiang Siming told the story with great relish.

"Stop, stop. Let me ask you, if this Sun Wukong was so damn powerful, why did he have to go on a pilgrimage to fetch the scriptures?" Dugu Bo asked, confused.

"Uh, that's because Rulai slapped him into the ground, and he couldn't even dig himself out," Jiang Siming said.

"That's too ridiculous. You're saying someone that powerful, who wasn't even a soul master, was slapped into the ground by someone even more powerful and couldn't dig himself out? And even then, he didn't die? If such people really existed, then I'm afraid even we titled Douluos would be weaklings in front of them," Dugu Bo said, disbelieving.

"Be confident, drop the 'I'm afraid.' Also, to be precise, one was a monkey, and the other wasn't human either," Jiang Siming deliberately retorted.

"You little monster, I should teach you a lesson." Dugu Bo said, giving Jiang Siming a rap on the head. Unknowingly, Dugu Bo and Jiang Siming had grown much closer.

"Believe it or not, don't blame me for your lack of knowledge," Jiang Siming said huffily. He didn't blame Dugu Bo for not believing him; when he told Tang San about it, Tang San hadn't believed him either. Jiang Siming recalled watching Journey to the West as a child in his past life, thinking Sun Wukong was omnipotent, only to see him pressed into the ground by the Buddha Rulai—the feeling at that moment was indescribable!

Just as the two were continuing their lively conversation, Tang San and his group finally returned after finishing their soul fight and having a big meal in Suotuo City.