My Sign-in Life in Douluo

"Uncle Sword, are you actually tempted?" Ning Fengzhi asked with some surprise. Given the realm Sword Douluo had reached, even a one-in-ten-thousand genius would rarely make him reveal such an expression.

"It's just that Jiang Siming might not be willing to come! The royal family's actions this time will likely chill his heart. Grandmaster probably doesn't know about this matter yet, which is why he made such a request," Ning Fengzhi said with some worry. After all, he did not possess the manufacturing method for the bullets himself.

"The Crown Prince was indeed too abrupt this time." Sword Douluo frowned and echoed his sentiment. With his strength as a Titled Douluo, he didn't really need to give the royal family much face.

In truth, Ning Fengzhi was overthinking it. The fact that Jiang Siming could so easily hand over the M4A1 was already a sign of extreme trust. Jiang Siming had to admit that he had been influenced by the original work once again.

After the Shrek Seven Devils finished their soul fight, they were all very excited. To them, this was a real battle, not a one-sided affair.

Jiang Siming looked at the happy group before him, spread his hands, and couldn't help but think to himself, Young people, I'm about to pour a bucket of cold water on you.

"What? We won, aren't you happy?" Zhu Zhuqing pinched Jiang Siming's arm.

"Cough, cough, how could that be? I just feel that your fighting style today was a bit strenuous." Jiang Siming said helplessly, forced to speak the truth.

The others heard this and suddenly quieted down, their eyes all focusing on Jiang Siming.

"It's no use looking at me; there were indeed problems." Jiang Siming hated himself for running his mouth.

"Brother Siming, then tell us, what did we do wrong?" Ning Rongrong was clearly unconvinced, but she didn't notice that Ma Hongjun and Oscar, who were usually the most boisterous, were silent. Having spent many years with Jiang Siming, they naturally knew that he never spoke nonsense.

"You really want to know?" Jiang Siming looked around the circle. He hadn't wanted to say anything, as Grandmaster would surely talk to them about it. But he feared that if he didn't speak now, he wouldn't be able to escape the Seven Devils' pestering.

"Actually, I have to say, compared to your previous fighting styles, you are now relatively mature. Because the Shrek Seven Devils have two support types, you lack an attack soul master; this is a flaw, but the advantage of having two support types is also enormous. This determines that your advantage in a war of attrition is huge; the only problem is how to protect these two support-type soul masters. But clearly, in your hearts, Oscar does not hold the same status as Ning Rongrong. Today, you fought the Mad Battle Team to a stalemate because you guessed their thoughts, but your own thoughts were actually the same," Jiang Siming said seriously.

The other members of the Shrek Seven Devils looked at Oscar with some embarrassment.

"Lacking an attack soul master means that when both sides are evenly matched, it is difficult for you to end the battle quickly. Oscar's sausage recovery ability is extremely strong; it's not just about his third soul skill," Jiang Siming said in one breath.

"Siming is right. This is the problem you have. Playing to your strengths and avoiding your weaknesses is what you need to deal with right now." Grandmaster walked over at some point, highly agreeing with Jiang Siming's assessment.

The Shrek Seven Devils lowered their heads in silence.

In the time that followed, Grandmaster raised a few more questions.

"You must summarize today's battle well; winning doesn't mean everything is fine. Alright, get some rest early. Siming, stay behind," Grandmaster said.

The Shrek Seven Devils left one after another, and no one noticed the meaningful look Ning Rongrong left behind as she walked away.

After everyone had left.

"Siming, I've thought about it carefully. By keeping you by my side, I simply cannot give you the improvement you need. I have to admit, you are the most talented soul master I have ever seen. Your physical fitness and soul ring configuration are far beyond my imagination. As your teacher, I don't want to be too selfish, so I asked Rongrong to do me a favor," Grandmaster said, looking straight into Jiang Siming's eyes with sincerity.

Jiang Siming didn't know how to respond for a moment. His original purpose in taking Grandmaster as his teacher was only because of Grandmaster's knowledge of soul beasts, which could help him obtain the best ratio of soul rings. But clearly, with his system, he couldn't be like an ordinary soul master. Grandmaster wasn't of much use to Jiang Siming, but the concept of respecting teachers and valuing education was deeply rooted in Jiang Siming's heart. He didn't want to disappoint Grandmaster.

Seeing Jiang Siming, Grandmaster continued.

"Siming, like Little San, you are both excellent disciples of mine. You don't need to worry too much about me. As long as it can improve your strength, I don't mind at all," Grandmaster said, his gaze filled with firmness.

"Thank you, Teacher," Jiang Siming said from the bottom of his heart.

Grandmaster patted Jiang Siming on the shoulder.

"You should have guessed who will be training you, right?" Grandmaster asked Jiang Siming.

"Sword Douluo." Jiang Siming figured Sword Douluo was the most likely candidate.

"That's right, it is indeed Sword Douluo. The reason weapon soul masters are powerful is that they have a profound understanding of their own martial souls. You are too young and need a guide," Grandmaster said slowly.

Hearing this, Jiang Siming couldn't help but rest his chin on his hand, falling into thought. Although the Four Immortal-Slaughtering Swords are powerful, I always feel their abilities go beyond this. I used to think it was because my soul power wasn't high enough, but thinking about it carefully, it seems I've only been using them in a conventional way.

"I understand, Teacher," Jiang Siming said seriously.

"Go on. Someone will come early tomorrow morning to take you to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect," Grandmaster said, patting Jiang Siming's shoulder again.

"Then this student will take his leave," Jiang Siming said respectfully to Grandmaster.

Jiang Siming walked into his room, lost in thought, and had just prepared to close the door when he was suddenly blinded by a pair of soft, small hands.

"Siming," Zhu Zhuqing said softly.

Jiang Siming gently held her small hands, turned around, and looked at Zhu Zhuqing, saying somewhat awkwardly, "Uh, Zhuqing, isn't it a bit too early? I'm not prepared at all."

"Hmph, I have something to tell you," Zhu Zhuqing said, a flush of crimson already rising to her cheeks.

Zhu Zhuqing leaned her little head against Jiang Siming's chest and said softly, "Siming, I feel like you've changed."

"Have I?" Jiang Siming felt a bit confused.

"I mean your cultivation. You're no longer like you were before, like a cultivation fanatic. I don't know if it's because of me that I've influenced you," Zhu Zhuqing said with some self-reproach.

Jiang Siming was stunned; he also realized that he had been too indulgent lately. Ever since he returned from the Star Dou Great Forest, he felt as if he had truly changed.

"Don't talk nonsense! I'm just relaxing occasionally; after all, too much of a good thing can have the opposite effect. Don't overthink it," Jiang Siming said comfortingly.

Zhu Zhuqing let out an "en."

"Alright, you should get some rest early! I assume you have another match tomorrow," Jiang Siming said with concern.

"Goodnight," Zhu Zhuqing said.

"Goodnight."