My Sign-in Life in Douluo

"I wonder if I might ask this Title Douluo senior to test this weapon," Jiang Siming asked.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Bone Douluo.

"Fine, today I shall see exactly what this weapon of yours is capable of," Bone Douluo said, slapping the table as he stood up and moved to a distance, a thin film of soul power manifesting around his body.

"Be careful, Senior." Jiang Siming pulled the trigger, firing a single shot.

"How does it feel, Senior?" Jiang Siming asked, taking another sip of tea.

Bone Douluo slowly walked back to his original seat, looking somewhat surprised as he said, "Fengzhi, this strange weapon's power is indeed significant. A level 40 Soul Ancestor could be seriously injured if caught off guard. However, to say it could kill a level 40 Soul Ancestor is perhaps a bit of a stretch. But the fact that I didn't sense even the slightest fluctuation of soul power is simply incredible."

"Siming, would you be willing to sell this weapon exclusively to our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? The price will certainly satisfy you," Ning Fengzhi said sincerely.

"Uncle Ning, the true power of this weapon does not lie in its damage, but in its ability to fire in rapid succession. What you just saw was only the power of a single shot." Jiang Siming raised his hand and fired three shots in a row.

"It is the ability to lock onto a target and fire with rapid precision; I fear that even a level 50 Soul King would be injured by this," Jiang Siming said calmly.

"Since I have brought it out, it shows my stance. I can give this weapon to you for free. I believe that with the financial resources of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, you are fully capable of mass production," Jiang Siming said, feigning generosity.

"Siming, if you put it that way, how could your uncle possibly accept it?" Ning Fengzhi said, though his heart was blooming with joy.

"Kid, you aren't interested in our Rongrong, are you?" Bone Douluo asked, his nerves thick.

"Cough, cough. Senior, you have misunderstood," Jiang Siming said awkwardly.

"What? Is our Rongrong not good enough for you?" Bone Douluo questioned again. Jiang Siming could only smile helplessly.

"Actually, this is what allows the weapon to truly function." Jiang Siming took out a bullet and loaded it in front of the two men before firing.

"The manufacturing process for the bullets is complex, so..." Jiang Siming feigned hesitation.

Ning Fengzhi smiled; his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was wealthy and powerful, so money was not an issue. If it were truly free, he would actually be more uneasy.

"Fine, fine, fine. Siming, name your price," Ning Fengzhi said quite magnanimously. Ning Fengzhi was very happy at this moment; after all, the inner sect disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were all support-type soul masters, and with this weapon, they would have a means of self-defense. Moreover, even those without soul power could use this weapon. The combat strength of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be greatly enhanced.

"Because of certain reasons, I will inform Uncle Ning of the specific price later. However, please rest assured, since I have brought it out, I will not go back on my word," Jiang Siming said, looking straight into Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

In truth, it wasn't that Jiang Siming didn't want to name a price, but that the manufacturing of these bullets required Tang San's help. After all, gunpowder did not exist in this world, and he had to rely on Tang San. Given the costs, Jiang Siming didn't dare to guess wildly; Douluo and reality were, after all, two different worlds.

"You are a friend of Rongrong, so your uncle trusts you," Ning Fengzhi said, patting Jiang Siming on the shoulder.

"I wonder, does Siming have any marriage arrangements at home?" Ning Fengzhi asked with deep meaning.

Jiang Siming complained inwardly, Is this Douluo world really so keen on being precocious?

"I apologize, Uncle Ning. I already have a girlfriend," Jiang Siming said, spreading his hands helplessly.

"Haha, it is quite normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines; just look at your uncle," Ning Fengzhi said, patting his chest.

Jiang Siming felt like cursing, How afraid are you that your daughter won't be able to get married!

"This, uh. I am a rather devoted person," Jiang Siming said, not knowing how to respond.

"What? Kid, what is wrong with our Rongrong? You aren't willing?" Bone Douluo slapped the table again; the poor table was already on the verge of falling apart.

"Alright, Uncle Bone. I was just joking. Siming, you won't mind, will you?" Ning Fengzhi said with a smile.

Jiang Siming thought, Do you think I dare to mind right now?

"Of course not, Uncle Ning is joking," Jiang Siming said, his mouth twitching.

"Then Siming, I shall take my leave. There are still many matters to attend to in the sect," Ning Fengzhi said, rising to his feet.

"Please go ahead, Uncle Ning," Jiang Siming also stood up and bowed.

Ning Fengzhi was indeed a shrewd man; in just a few words, he had made Jiang Siming's situation incredibly awkward. After all, even when facing life and death, Jiang Siming could remain calm, yet matters of romance always caused him to lose his composure.

Jiang Siming shook his head helplessly and left the teahouse. He put on his black robe and mask once more and returned to the Soto Grand Arena.

Three hours later, inside the Suiyu Pavilion restaurant in Soto City.

"Cheers! To celebrate our first victory," Dai Mubai said, raising his glass. Everyone echoed the sentiment.

"Boss Dai, isn't my sausage awesome? Is the effect top-notch?" Oscar said lewdly.

Dai Mubai rolled his eyes at Oscar and signaled to the others. Everyone understood, except for Zhuqing, who sat beside Jiang Siming with a hint of hesitation.

Jiang Siming watched their eye contact quietly and smiled slightly.

"Brother Siming, I toast you. Thank you," Xiao Wu was the first to raise her glass.

Jiang Siming naturally knew what Xiao Wu was referring to. He raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Siming, I also toast you. Thank you for the medicinal pills. I won't say much; it's all in the wine. I'm finishing mine, drink as you please," Dai Mubai said, raising his glass and downing it.

Jiang Siming spread his hands helplessly and followed suit, downing his drink.

Seeing this, everyone took turns offering toasts.

Half an hour later.

"Rongrong, I like you so much. I want to have so many monkeys with you," Oscar said, hugging a pillar and pouring out his heart.

Tang San sat there holding a wine glass, his eyes dull and unfocused as he watched the drunken crowd; he was clearly completely hammered. The others were all passed out on the table.

Jiang Siming looked at the scene of chaos and couldn't help but find it funny. Then, looking at Zhuqing, who was snuggled in his arms with flushed cheeks, he found her very cute, yet he was also filled with helplessness. The seven of them had been plotting for so long, but they hadn't expected Jiang Siming's tolerance for alcohol to be so monstrous.

Jiang Siming's physique had an extremely fast rate of alcohol metabolism; getting him drunk was not an easy task.