My Sign-in Life in Douluo Dalu

"Little San, when are we going to obtain our soul rings?" Dai Mubai asked.

"About that, Siming hasn't returned yet, and I'm feeling a bit worried. I have a feeling something is about to happen," Tang San said, his heart filled with concern.

That was certainly true, as Jiang Siming had sold Tang San out without a second thought.

"Boss Dai, Third Brother, look, what on earth are those two little red dots in front? They aren't will-o'-the-wisps, are they?" Ma Hongjun saw two small red dots at the school gate from a distance.

Tang San activated his Purple Demon Eye to get a clear look.

"Brother Siming, it's Brother Siming. But there's an old senior next to him. They are standing there, hmm?" Tang San stopped mid-sentence.

"Little San, what's wrong?" Boss Dai asked.

"It's nothing, I just find them strangely agreeable to look at. Siming is one thing, but what's up with that old man?" Tang San was a bit puzzled. There was no helping it; the cigarettes produced by the system were just that magical.

"Let's go over and see for ourselves," Dai Mubai said, crossing his arms over his chest and walking straight toward them.

Jiang Siming and Dugu Bo were chatting happily when they saw the group approaching from afar. Both stood up slowly.

"Brother Siming, why are you sitting at the academy gate? And may I ask who this old senior is?" Tang San asked politely. The others also looked on with questioning gazes.

"Little Monster, aren't you going to introduce me?" Dugu Bo looked at Jiang Siming.

"Little San, this is Senior Dugu Bo, a Titled Douluo. Old man, this is the person I told you could help you," Jiang Siming said.

Suddenly, the scene became exceptionally quiet. Everyone except Dugu Bo looked at Jiang Siming in astonishment. Their eyes seemed to convey, "Blink if you're being held hostage."

After a long silence, Tang San spoke up, "Brother Siming, don't joke with me. How could I possibly help a Titled Douluo?" Although Tang San didn't think Jiang Siming had any reason to deceive him, he was still full of doubt.

"Let's head back to the academy first, and I'll explain the details to you slowly," Jiang Siming said, stretching his back nonchalantly. It must be said, having a Titled Douluo standing beside him while everyone else was shocked, yet remaining completely indifferent himself, really carried a sense of style.

As they spoke, the group entered the academy. While walking, Jiang Siming asked, "Where did the Dean and Teacher Zhao go?"

"The Dean and Teacher Zhao? They probably went to collect their winnings. We bet quite a bit during our soul fighting today. The amount was a bit large, so, uh..." Tang San said awkwardly.

"Understood, understood," Jiang Siming replied.

Afterward, everyone returned to their respective dorms, and the three of them began to discuss the specific matters.

Dugu Bo stood to the side with his arms crossed, looking like an expert from beyond the mortal realm.

"Brother Siming, I wonder what this Senior Dugu needs me to do?" Tang San couldn't help but ask. He still felt a bit uneasy.

"Little San, don't be nervous. The old man won't do anything to you. To be precise, he wouldn't dare," Jiang Siming said, looking at Dugu Bo with a playful expression.

"Hmph," Dugu Bo snorted in defiance but did not deny it.

Tang San was becoming more and more confused. How powerful was a Titled Douluo? Why would he be wary of him? Could it be because of Brother Siming?

"The old man has some problems with his body and wants you to take a look," Jiang Siming said directly.

"I don't know what kind of symptoms you have, Senior Dugu?" Tang San didn't drag things out; after all, he was brought here by Jiang Siming. Furthermore, as a Titled Douluo, even if he couldn't help, the senior likely wouldn't lower himself to do anything to him.

Dugu Bo spoke indifferently, "I have accumulated toxins in my body for many years. It is a congenital defect of my martial soul. Do you have any way to resolve it?"

Tang San felt it was incredible. He was skilled in poisons, a fact even his father didn't know. After all, the matters of the Xuantian Treasure Record were far too important. Jiang Siming recommending him to Dugu Bo clearly meant he knew his true capabilities.

Jiang Siming had long known Tang San would have such questions, so he revealed his true feelings and said, "Little San, don't overthink it. I would never harm you; after all, you are my brother."

Tang San stared intently at Jiang Siming, took a deep breath, and let it out, "Brother Siming, I trust you. I will try my best to solve Senior Dugu Bo's problem, but the herbs required will likely be very difficult to obtain."

"You don't need to worry about that. What kind of rare treasures don't exist in my Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well?" Dugu Bo said confidently, his presence suddenly becoming much more imposing.

"The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well!" Tang San was shocked to hear this.

"Little Tang, as long as you can resolve the hidden dangers in my body and my granddaughter's, I will allow you to enter and exit the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well freely in the future." For anyone who used poison or practiced medicine, this was an offer impossible to refuse.

"Alright." Tang San finally made his decision. He trusted Jiang Siming deeply and believed he would never harm him. Tang San's mental power was extremely strong, and he could feel that the emotional fluctuations in Jiang Siming's voice just now were genuine. Although he didn't know how Jiang Siming knew his secrets, perhaps he had accidentally revealed them when they were children.

"However, Senior Dugu, you might need to wait a while. I just reached level 30 and need time to obtain my soul ring," Tang San said.

Dugu Bo naturally agreed, as his problem had not yet reached a critical point. In the world of soul masters, delaying someone's cultivation was akin to the hatred of killing one's father or stealing one's wife. After all, only by obtaining a soul ring could one proceed to the next stage of cultivation.

After Tang San left.

"Worthy of being the son of Haotian Douluo. Little Monster, what kind of people have you been associating with? Why do I feel like the word 'genius' is becoming more and more common?" Dugu Bo couldn't help but sigh. He was a Titled Douluo, after all. Jiang Siming wasn't afraid because he had his own strength, but Tang San also showed no fear toward Dugu Bo. This made him feel like he had lost face.

"Perhaps it's that birds of a feather flock together! But I am definitely the strongest," Jiang Siming said, acting cool.

"Alright, I'm leaving first. When he is ready, just bring him to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well to see me," Dugu Bo said, turning and leaving with a hint of reluctance. Dugu Bo was clearly the type who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside; he had already opened his heart to Jiang Siming. In fact, he had already defined Jiang Siming as his friend or something even deeper.

After Dugu Bo left, Jiang Siming began to recall the content of the original work.

"Dugu Bo has appeared ahead of schedule, but the impact isn't significant. Then, this trip into the Star Dou Great Forest should be quite interesting, right?" Jiang Siming pondered.

Chapter 19: The Battle Before Departure

The next day.

Jiang Siming woke up early. Recalling the battles in the Mirror World from last night, the corners of his mouth still twitched slightly. After all, the taste of death was truly unbearable. Dying ten times every night—Jiang Siming felt his little heart was quite terrified.

However, progress was certain. From having no ability to parry, Jiang Siming could now simply contend with those suicidal reflections. Although it was strange to fight one's own reflection, to improve, one must be familiar with all one's own abilities and identify the flaws in them to gradually perfect them.

Jiang Siming's martial soul and soul skills were both powerful to the point of being heaven-defying. But just like in his battle with Dugu Bo, when it came to pure power of techniques, even if Dugu Bo only used his soul power, it wasn't something a level 30 could compare to, even if Jiang Siming's soul power was much more profound than that of an ordinary soul master. Therefore, the current Jiang Siming needed to improve his techniques more than anything else.

If Jiang Siming went all out, activating God of Slaughter Possession and Evil Aura, his instantaneous attack power could reach a terrifying level. However, with his current soul power, he likely couldn't maintain it for long. As long as the opponent kept dodging, Jiang Siming would only be exhausted to death. The reason he compressed his soul power was because he discovered that the skills consumed too much. Although his cultivation was a bit slower, Jiang Siming's freakish constitution was there. His cultivation speed was not only not weaker than Tang San and the others, but it was also faintly suppressing them.

In this situation, Jiang Siming understood that what he needed to master were combat techniques and killing techniques. Of course, combat techniques and killing techniques were similar but not the same. If it were a battle, Jiang Siming only needed to use the sharp sword energy of the Juexian Sword to restrain his opponent, and the killing power of the Luxian Sword to wear down their combat strength to win easily.