My Sign-in Life in Douluo

After each lap, Grandmaster would have them drink a cup of salt water before continuing.

After 25 laps, the group's stamina began to wane.

"Rongrong, can you still hold on?" Oscar asked, looking at Ning Rongrong's flushed face with concern.

"I'm fine," Ning Rongrong said with difficulty. As the pride of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she had become the weakest link among the Shrek Seven Devils. Ning Rongrong didn't say it aloud, but she was unwilling to admit defeat in her heart.

"Everyone, stay calm. We all have the same amount of stones in our baskets, yet we have support-type soul masters in our team, which doesn't match our individual physical capabilities. Teacher wouldn't make such a mistake. Therefore, he must want us to distribute the weight of the stones ourselves," Tang San speculated.

"San is right. Grandmaster must be testing our adaptability and team spirit," Jiang Siming agreed.

"Zhuqing, give your basket to me," Jiang Siming said, looking worried. Zhuqing's face was already flushed red at this point.

"No need, I can do it," Zhuqing looked at Jiang Siming firmly. Jiang Siming was so outstanding, and Zhuqing wanted to work hard to be worthy of him.

Relationships between two people often develop cracks due to one party's feelings of inferiority.

Jiang Siming naturally saw through Zhuqing's hidden thoughts. To love someone is to give them sufficient respect. Jiang Siming chose to respect Zhuqing's decision.

"Fine, but if you can't hold on, you must give it to me," Jiang Siming said in an uncompromising tone.

"Mm." Zhuqing had wanted to refuse, but seeing Jiang Siming's firm gaze, she felt a wave of emotion in her heart.

"Alright, stop showing off your affection. It's hard enough for the rest of us," Dai Mubai couldn't help but say.

After 50 laps, Zhuqing's basket had been moved onto Jiang Siming's back. The baskets behind Tang San and Dai Mubai also became increasingly heavy.

By the 100th lap, Zhuqing was already lying in Jiang Siming's arms. Dai Mubai had Oscar hanging on his chest and was carrying Ning Rongrong on his back. Xiao Wu was sprawled on Tang San's back.

"Only 100 meters left, almost there," Jiang Siming said, also struggling.

Finally, the group collapsed at the finish line. Only Jiang Siming remained standing, holding Zhuqing while panting heavily.

"Siming, you're too amazing. I was thinking about fixing this road a few days ago, and you've finished it for me today. But since you did it voluntarily, this Dean won't be paying you any wages," Flender said teasingly.

The road around the village had been flattened by the heavy stones. Jiang Siming smiled helplessly.

"Flender, take them to soak in the medicinal bath. Jiang Siming, you stay behind," Grandmaster said.

"Teacher, may I take Zhuqing back first?" Jiang Siming asked, looking at Zhuqing in his arms with concern.

"Fine, I'll wait for you here," Grandmaster turned around and said indifferently.

A quarter of an hour later.

"Teacher, you were looking for me?" Jiang Siming said respectfully.

"Siming, your talent is the greatest I have ever seen in my life, perhaps even unprecedented. Do you regret taking a useless person like me as your master?" Grandmaster said with emotion.

"Teacher, although we haven't spent much time together, I, Jiang Siming, respect and admire you." In the original work, Grandmaster treated his disciples with meticulous care. He didn't hesitate to fight to the death against Poison Douluo for Tang San, and even went to see the person he least wanted to see for his sake. Grandmaster had suffered coldness his whole life, so as long as someone gave him a little love, he would surely repay it tenfold.

Therefore, Jiang Siming did not regret it. The Douluo world was a world where the strong were respected. Finding someone worth trusting, someone willing to give their life for you, was no easy feat.

"Good child. You are a good child." Grandmaster's eyes turned slightly red. He patted Jiang Siming on the shoulder.

"Siming, actually, I brought you here to ask about your limit in combat," Grandmaster returned to the main topic.

"If I go all out, I can kill a level 60 soul emperor," Jiang Siming didn't include his external soul bone or his second martial soul. After all, he didn't want to expose these trump cards too early. Although Grandmaster wasn't an outsider, Jiang Siming didn't want to explain it all.

"Are you sure it's killing? Not defeating?" Grandmaster said, unable to believe it.

"With my current strength, I have about a thirty percent win rate against Teacher Zhao. That should be enough to kill a level 60 soul emperor," Jiang Siming said, resting his chin on his hand in thought.

"Alright! I need to think carefully about your training plan. Go ahead for now," Grandmaster said, rubbing his chin in thought.

"Goodbye, Teacher."

Chapter 30: The Purpose of Ning Fengzhi

After training for several consecutive days, Dai Mubai and the others still hadn't made a move against Jiang Siming. Jiang Siming had gradually forgotten about it.

It was another night of training in the Mirror World. Jiang Siming could finally move with ease in front of three mirror images.

The morning sun caressed Jiang Siming's face. He woke up slowly. After yawning, he got up, washed, and headed to the cafeteria.

Seeing everyone there, he found it quite strange. After all, aside from Tang San, it was usually his battles with Zhao Wuji that woke them up.

When everyone saw Jiang Siming arrive, their expressions were slightly odd.

"What's wrong with everyone? Is something bothering you?" Jiang Siming asked curiously.

"No, nothing," everyone waved their hands repeatedly. Zhuqing's expression was somewhat unnatural. Jiang Siming noticed it but didn't say anything. He already had a slight guess.

"Brother Siming, Teacher is taking us to the Soto Grand Arena today for team soul fighting. Are you coming?" Tang San asked stiffly.

"San, why are you talking so strangely? Of course I'll go to see how your strength is. Maybe I can even give some advice," Jiang Siming said. In reality, he usually soloed entire teams later on. Otherwise, there really weren't many people in the entire Soto Grand Arena who could fight him. If the audience saw Jiang Siming enter the arena, they would all bet on one side, and the Soto Grand Arena would likely go bankrupt. Thus, Jiang Siming was the only person to hold both individual and team gold soul fighting badges.

Everyone finished breakfast in a strange atmosphere.

"Starting today, I will train your ability to fight as a team," Grandmaster said sternly.

"To avoid exposing your ages, you must wear masks during soul fights. Now, each of you think of a title," Grandmaster said.

Everyone began to come up with their titles.

"Brother Siming, what is your title?" Tang San asked curiously.