My Sign-in Life in Douluo

"If I say it out loud, it won't be any fun. Besides, you can't always know your opponents in advance. But I can give you a hint: their team is called the Mad Battle Team," Jiang Siming said with a yawn.

The group cursed under their breath.

Chapter 34: It's All Because I'm Too Handsome, Always Being Targeted

Soto Grand Arena.

"Teacher, we're back," Tang San said, scratching his head.

"I know," Grandmaster replied, turning around to pull out a file.

"These are the opponents you'll be facing today. It's a full Soul Venerable team. Mubai, you are not allowed to use your fourth soul skill. Little San, you are forbidden from using the Eight Spider Lances. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" the group shouted.

The match began quickly, and Jiang Siming watched leisurely while smoking a cigarette. Suddenly, he felt a trace of killing intent. Jiang Siming didn't make any unusual movements, merely sensing it carefully. But strangely, that killing intent vanished as quickly as it had appeared. A pair of hands suddenly patted him on the shoulder. Jiang Siming turned back to see a remarkably handsome face. He couldn't help but blurt out, "You kid are actually even more handsome than me."

The handsome young man smiled awkwardly and asked, "Can I sit down and chat with you?"

"Look here, handsome, I don't like men. Even though I'm very handsome, you've got the wrong person," Jiang Siming refused righteously. In reality, Jiang Siming was intentionally playing dumb. That killing intent just now had been so clear; although he couldn't be certain, it was highly likely to be this harmless-looking youth. While he couldn't determine the youth's strength, Jiang Siming felt a sense of danger. He was certain that this young man must have a powerful organization behind him. After all, not everyone had a system, and not everyone was a protagonist.

The handsome youth smiled awkwardly and, without further hesitation, sat down. "Brother Jiang is truly as humorous as the teacher said!"

"Teacher? Which one?" Jiang Siming asked, puzzled.

"Ning Fengzhi." The handsome youth finally calmed down and said calmly. She, who was usually extremely composed, had been riled up by just a few words. It could only be said that the image of Jiang Siming that Ning Fengzhi had described to the youth was too different from what she had seen, leading to a massive sense of discrepancy.

"Holy crap!" Jiang Siming couldn't help but curse. Ten thousand alpacas were already stampeding through his mind. Xue Qinghe? Qian Renxue! Ning Fengzhi has really gotten bold. Jiang Siming already regretted handing the M4A1 over to Ning Fengzhi. No wonder when Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo left that day, Jiang Siming noticed one bullet was missing, leaving only two. He had thought it was lost and hadn't paid it any mind. He hadn't expected it to be taken to show off, or perhaps to use the power of the empire to study it. After all, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was already close to the Heaven Dou imperial family, and compared to Jiang Siming, the royal family was more trustworthy to him. This had screwed Jiang Siming over completely, putting him in the sights of Spirit Hall far too early. Although he wasn't sure if Qian Renxue would mention it to Bibi Dong, the Elder Hall faction of Spirit Hall definitely knew by now.

"Ahem, so you're the disciple of Sect Master Ning! How should I address you? And what business do you have with a mere Soul Venerable like me?" Jiang Siming twitched his mouth, pretending not to know who she was.

"Brother Jiang can just call me Xue Qianren," Qian Renxue said with a polite smile.

Jiang Siming was speechless. Can't you come up with a more serious name? You just reversed it, though it seems you aren't afraid of being recognized. After all, the world claims Qian Renxue died long ago. I doubt many people remember. Even if someone suspicious discovers it, no one would care.

"So it's Brother Xue!" Jiang Siming just acknowledged him, wanting to end this conversation as quickly as possible.

"I wonder if Brother Jiang would do me the honor of finding a place to sit down and chat properly?" Qian Renxue said with an unchanging smile.

"How about no? My mom is calling me home for dinner," Jiang Siming refused flatly. If Jiang Siming actually went, he would either have to pull out his trump cards and kill Qian Renxue—based on the plot, she should only be at the level of a level 60 Soul Emperor, so he could probably kill her, but not without causing a scene. Besides, when does a crown prince travel without bodyguards? The other scenario was that Jiang Siming would be taken away and forced to reveal the method for making bullets. After all, emperors were iron-fisted; it was likely that Qian Renxue had come out with the approval of Emperor Xue Ye.

"Brother Jiang is truly interesting; I feel like I've known you for years. However, I have a mission today, so I'm afraid I'll have to inconvenience you," Qian Renxue said, slowly retracting her smile, her face expressionless.

Jiang Siming thought to himself, Screw you, do you think I'm actually afraid of you? At worst, I'll hide in the deep mountains to cultivate. When I come out, I'll hack all of you in Spirit Hall to pieces.

Their gazes collided repeatedly, the smell of gunpowder growing stronger. It formed a sharp contrast to the lively audience in the stands, who were watching the exciting match and paying them no mind.

Just as the two were about to make a move in the bustling stands, two large hands pressed them down.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, since young friend Jiang does not agree, it wouldn't be right for us to force him, would it?" A majestic voice rang out.

"Sword Douluo!" A flash of murderous intent crossed Qian Renxue's eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. She immediately put on a look of respect.

Jiang Siming couldn't help but click his tongue. As expected of a crown prince, that face-changing speed is insane.

"The Sect Master says that His Majesty does not agree with your decision. The Heaven Dou imperial family has always prided itself on ruling with virtue," Sword Douluo said slowly before walking away.

Qian Renxue looked at Jiang Siming with a trace of unwillingness, then immediately put on a full smile again. "It seems there is no fate between us today, Brother Jiang. We shall meet another day. Farewell!"

"Damn, thank goodness his old man didn't agree. Otherwise, today really wouldn't have ended well," Jiang Siming thought with some worry.

"If that's the case, I might not necessarily participate in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament." Jiang Siming fell into deep thought. If his personal strength was high, Spirit Hall might not care too much. After all, they could kill him by throwing enough people at him. But if one person mastered something that could change the entire landscape, and was also very strong, he would likely be dealt with by Spirit Hall under some trumped-up charge.

"Impossible. Based on my understanding of the system's nature, the tournament will definitely have a check-in mission. It seems I'll have to think of a way."

"Sigh, it's all because I'm too handsome, always being targeted."

Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Uncle Sword, you're back," Ning Fengzhi said with a smile.

"That kid is not simple," Sword Douluo said seriously.

"Oh? He managed to catch your eye, Uncle Sword?" Ning Fengzhi asked with interest.

"I heard the entire conversation between Jiang Siming and the Crown Prince." As a level 97 Titled Douluo, it was very simple for Sword Douluo to eavesdrop on them.

"I had a feeling that he seemed to have guessed the Crown Prince's identity, or rather, he felt a deep wariness toward the Crown Prince from the very first glance. That kid's seemingly nonsensical answers were actually just him probing."

Ning Fengzhi nodded. He had spoken with Jiang Siming before and naturally knew that Jiang Siming was not as simple as he appeared on the surface.

"Also, this is the point that shocked me the most. The aura Jiang Siming emitted at that moment actually triggered my Seven Kill Sword. The Seven Kill Sword seemed afraid, as if it had seen some terrifying monster," Sword Douluo said, his voice carrying a trace of unease.

"Uncle Sword, are you serious?" Ning Fengzhi was no longer calm and composed.

"Fengzhi, Rongrong and Jiang Siming are classmates. If Jiang Siming really has the skills, he would be a good match. Furthermore, we cannot manufacture the bullets required for that weapon of his," Sword Douluo said calmly.

"I'm afraid that won't work. Jiang Siming is very close to that girl from the Star Luo Empire. And Rongrong is quite close to that genius food-type soul master." Ning Fengzhi shook his head. Ning Fengzhi actually didn't want Oscar and Ning Rongrong to be together. But she was his only daughter, and if it truly came down to his daughter's happiness, he would definitely respect her choice.

Chapter 35: Jiang Siming's Training Plan

"Fengzhi, Grandmaster asked Rongrong to request my help," Sword Douluo said, looking at Ning Fengzhi.

"Oh?" Ning Fengzhi was puzzled for a moment, gesturing for Sword Douluo to continue.

"Grandmaster wants me to train Jiang Siming." Sword Douluo revealed a look of faint anticipation. After all, the Seven Kill Sword was a top-tier tool soul, known as the king of swords. Yet, the mere aura emitted by Jiang Siming's soul could trigger a resonance with his Seven Kill Sword—it was simply unbelievable. How could Sword Douluo, who was so obsessed with the sword, not be expectant?