My Sign-in Life in Douluo

Jiang Siming smiled mysteriously.

"Hehe, Little San. I advise you not to ask. Otherwise, you'll end up depressed," Dai Mubai said earnestly.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar also revealed looks of agreement.

Seeing the three of them react this way, Tang San looked at Jiang Siming in confusion. Jiang Siming just stood there silently, quietly acting cool.

"Hurry up and say it, what is your title?" Zhu Zhuqing snapped.

As expected, he couldn't stay cool for more than three seconds. Jiang Siming laughed awkwardly and coughed twice. He raised a finger, shook it pretentiously, and took the opportunity to activate his Aura of Hegemony, instantly increasing his coolness factor by 100%. "My codename is None of You Can Fight."

Everyone immediately felt Jiang Siming's powerful aura of pretentiousness.

"Siming, you're breaking the law of acting cool," Dai Mubai joked.

"Brother Siming is that freak!" Tang San had naturally heard of him during previous spirit fights. This "None of You Can Fight" person was extremely mysterious, always wearing a black robe and mask during combat.

The girls all looked at Jiang Siming in surprise. A flash of pride crossed Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.

On the way to Soto City.

"Little Ao, I once heard a story about a guy ranked second named Bajie," Jiang Siming said lazily, stretching his back.

"Oh, is that Bajie as handsome as me?" Oscar struck a pose and said coolly.

"Uh, I think Bajie was a pig," Tang San said awkwardly.

Everyone burst into laughter. Even Grandmaster couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.

"Jiang Siming, get lost. You're the pig," Oscar said indignantly.

The journey was filled with playful banter. Grandmaster did not stop them; appropriate jokes were good for fostering team relationships.

Soto City Grand Spirit Arena.

Jiang Siming had already changed into a black robe and put on his mask.

Grandmaster took the group to register their team. Jiang Siming remained in the spectator stands.

Suddenly, a hand rested on Jiang Siming's shoulder. Jiang Siming's body jolted, and he reflexively subdued the person.

"Spare me, sir, spare me. I'm just here to deliver a letter," the man begged for mercy, hurriedly pulling a letter from his chest.

Jiang Siming released him and took the letter to open it.

"Interesting. But if I go just because you asked, wouldn't I lose face?" Jiang Siming put the letter away and continued sitting in the stands.

One hour later.

"Uncle Bone, are we still waiting?" Ning Fengzhi asked, feeling a bit awkward.

Bone Douluo stomped his feet in anger. "This brat, how unreasonable. My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect invited him personally, and he doesn't give us any face at all."

"Uncle Bone, you asked him to meet outside the city. It's only natural for him to be suspicious. It's normal that he didn't come," Ning Fengzhi reasoned.

Last time, Ning Fengzhi had asked Ning Rongrong to invite Jiang Siming to visit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Jiang Siming had been back for a long time without making a move. Ning Fengzhi wanted to meet Jiang Siming in person, but Bone Douluo insisted on beating Jiang Siming up, citing that Jiang Siming had bullied Ning Rongrong. Ning Fengzhi had no choice but to invite Jiang Siming to meet outside the city.

In reality, Jiang Siming had just said it casually at the time and hadn't expected Ning Fengzhi to take it seriously. Jiang Siming had also promised Poison Douluo to deal with his poison, so he wasn't in a rush; after all, Shrek would eventually go to Tiantou City. But he had never considered visiting the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. After all, the first time he met Ning Rongrong, the situation was very awkward. He didn't want to be beaten up by two Title Douluos.

Fifteen minutes later.

Jiang Siming was sitting in a teahouse drinking tea. A middle-aged man dressed in luxurious clothing with a refined demeanor walked in, followed by an old man with crane-like hair and a youthful face. He gave the teahouse owner a bag of gold soul coins to book the entire place.

"Is it convenient to sit and chat?" Ning Fengzhi asked politely. The old man beside him snorted.

"Sect Master Ning, please," Jiang Siming gestured.

"How did you know it was me?" Ning Fengzhi asked with interest.

"The letter wasn't signed, so I didn't know at first. But I saw you were dressed luxuriously and followed by a Title Douluo who held no malice toward me. So I guessed you were Rongrong's father," Jiang Siming said, taking a sip of tea.

"Brat, what are you acting for? I'll ask you, did you bully my Rongrong?" Bone Douluo slammed the table and questioned Jiang Siming.

"Uncle Bone, don't be impatient. I'm sure Jiang Siming didn't do it on purpose," Ning Fengzhi mediated.

Jiang Siming thought to himself, They're playing good cop, bad cop.

"I wonder, Sect Master Ning, what business do you have with me?" Jiang Siming asked, despite knowing the answer.

"You are Rongrong's friend, so you can just call me Uncle Ning. If you don't mind, I will call you Siming," Ning Fengzhi said courteously.

"Uncle Ning is joking," Jiang Siming replied, effectively agreeing.

"I heard that you, Siming, possess a type of pill that can improve one's potential and physical fitness. I wonder if you have any left? My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would like to purchase them at a high price."

"I'm sorry, Uncle Ning. This pill is rare and hard to come by; I have none left. I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you." Jiang Siming shook his head. The Body Strengthening Pills were long gone. Even if he had them, he wouldn't sell them; it would be better to use them to improve the Shrek Seven Devils. After all, every sect had spies from others. Once word reached the ears of Spirit Hall, Jiang Siming would face endless trouble.

Chapter 31: Cooperation with Ning Fengzhi, the Intentions of the Shrek Seven Devils

"Uncle Ning, although there are no more Body Strengthening Pills, I have something else here that might interest you," Jiang Siming said with a slight smile. He then took out the M4a1.

"I wonder, what is this?" Ning Fengzhi asked in confusion.

"This is a weapon with immense lethality. It can kill a level 40 Spirit Sect," Jiang Siming said, staring into Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

"Hmph, brat, be careful not to blow your own horn. This strange weapon of yours has no edge and no killing intent. How can you kill people with it?" Bone Douluo said disdainfully.