My Sign-in Life in Douluo

After Zhu Zhuqing left, Jiang Siming did not immediately enter the Mirror Space for training.

"It seems I have been indulging myself a bit too much lately," Jiang Siming muttered to himself. Crushing the Shrek Seven Devils, a super soul ring configuration, the incomparably powerful Zhuxian Sword, and his second martial soul, the Donghuang Bell. With the system at his side and such beautiful girlfriends, he had it all.

Jiang Siming suddenly wanted to ask himself why he was cultivating in the first place.

At first, it was just to complete the tasks issued by the system, and Jiang Siming had simply followed them step by step. Now, with no major plot events occurring, his soul power had been stagnant for a long time. The system had not issued any check-in tasks for a long time, and Jiang Siming had gradually begun to ignore its existence.

Jiang Siming felt as if he had truly become a member of this world. Yet, he felt something was missing; what was the point of cultivation, really?

Jiang Siming slowly fell asleep, and he did not enter the Mirror Space that night.

The next morning, Jiang Siming enjoyed a rare, long sleep.

"Knock, knock, knock."

A series of knocks on the door woke Jiang Siming up. He rubbed his eyes and got up to open the door.

"Ah!" Ning Rongrong screamed, her face turning bright red.

"What are you yelling for? It's so noisy, and it's easy to cause misunderstandings, you know?" Jiang Siming hurriedly covered Ning Rongrong's mouth.

Ning Rongrong's cheeks flushed even deeper. She used all her strength to pry Jiang Siming's hand away and said, "Can you put some clothes on?"

Jiang Siming looked down in embarrassment to see he was only wearing a pair of shorts. He quickly let go of Ning Rongrong and hurriedly put on his clothes. "This is so embarrassing!"

Seeing the flustered Jiang Siming, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but let out a giggle. Her mind flashed back to those eight well-defined abdominal muscles and that mermaid line that could kill any girl's heart. Her face couldn't help but turn red again.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you spacing out for? What did you come to me for?" Jiang Siming waved his hand in front of Ning Rongrong and asked.

"Ah, ah? Oh, that, the people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect are here," Ning Rongrong said in a panic. Then she hurried away.

"So embarrassing, really too embarrassing. Ning Rongrong, how could you blush?" Ning Rongrong muttered to herself as she walked, her two small hands tightly covering her flushed cheeks, afraid that others might see. She had originally come to give Jiang Siming a hard time, but she hadn't expected to end up with a bright red face herself. Fortunately, Jiang Siming was terminally dense, otherwise, she would have been laughed to death.

Jiang Siming washed up and went downstairs, where he saw a luxurious carriage parked in front of the hotel. He figured it must be the people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect here to pick him up.

Jiang Siming walked forward, and the attendants on both sides opened the carriage door and gestured for him to enter. Jiang Siming was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected Ning Fengzhi to come and pick him up personally. Ning Rongrong, standing to the side, glared at him.

Ning Fengzhi watched this scene, then looked at Jiang Siming. Jiang Siming always felt that Ning Fengzhi's gaze was a bit strange.

Ning Fengzhi had just seen his daughter run into the carriage with a flushed face, so it was no wonder his gaze toward Jiang Siming was odd. He deeply wondered if his intelligence report had been inaccurate.

"Hello, Uncle Ning," Jiang Siming said respectfully, completely ignoring Ning Rongrong's glare.

This made Ning Rongrong so angry that she pinched Ning Fengzhi's arm.

"Ouch, alright, Rongrong, your father is an old man; I'm not like you young people, I can't handle such rough treatment," Ning Fengzhi said, his eyes darting between the two of them.

It left Jiang Siming feeling confused, while Ning Rongrong said with a red face, "Stinky Dad, I'm ignoring you." Then she got out of the carriage and returned to the hotel.

After Jiang Siming got into the carriage, Ning Fengzhi signaled the coachman that they could leave.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Siming again.

"Siming, the Crown Prince was indeed a bit abrupt that day. As his teacher, I apologize to you on his behalf," Ning Fengzhi said sincerely.

Jiang Siming clearly hadn't expected Ning Fengzhi to say this. After all, Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, was the Crown Prince of Heaven Dou, and Ning Fengzhi was the Crown Prince's tutor.

Ning Fengzhi naturally saw through Jiang Siming's thoughts and continued, "Siming, they say the imperial family is the most heartless. How could they let an ordinary soul master control the production lifeline of such a powerful weapon? Even if it were other kingdoms, duchies, or the Star Luo Empire, they would have made the same choice. Xue Qinghe was just doing what had to be done sooner or later to consolidate his position as Crown Prince."

"Then I must still thank you, Uncle Ning. I'm afraid you pleaded for me that day, didn't you?" Jiang Siming said calmly. In the end, Ning Fengzhi had wanted him to hand over the manufacturing method for the bullets.

Ning Fengzhi smiled, knowing Jiang Siming had misunderstood. "Siming, I don't want you to hand over the bullet manufacturing method. Emperor Xue Ye is a rare and benevolent ruler; he only wants you to provide them exclusively to the Heaven Dou Imperial Family and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. You are not allowed to provide bullets to any other sects, kingdoms, duchies, the Star Luo Empire, or Spirit Hall. If you were to pass away in a hundred years, you would simply be expected to write down a copy of the manufacturing method and present it to the Heaven Dou Imperial Family. The Empire would grant you the title of Count, bringing blessings to your descendants."

These words actually surprised Jiang Siming a little; he hadn't expected such a decision from the Heaven Dou Imperial Family. It left him feeling a bit conflicted. "I don't even know how to make bullets, yet I've gained the title of Count for nothing."

"Then it was my misunderstanding of you, Uncle Ning, and the Heaven Dou Imperial Family," Jiang Siming said apologetically. Although Jiang Siming didn't know the specific situation, it couldn't just be as simple as it sounded. Something else must have happened within the imperial family that prevented them from focusing on Jiang Siming for the time being.

Half an hour later.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is truly worthy of being the wealthiest sect in the world." Jiang Siming couldn't help but sigh. No wonder Ning Rongrong had princess syndrome; living in a castle every day, wasn't she just a princess?

"A small scene," Ning Fengzhi said lightly.

Jiang Siming rolled his eyes and thought to himself, "Very good, finally someone who dares to show off in front of me."

The two walked slowly into the hall. As soon as he entered, Jiang Siming couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He thought to himself, "I can't take it! Having money really allows you to do whatever you want. I must sell those bullets at a high price."

Passing through the hall, they arrived at the training grounds.

"Uncle Sword, I've brought him to you," Ning Fengzhi said respectfully.

"Siming, I'll be going now; there are still matters in the sect to attend to," Ning Fengzhi said before leaving.

Sword Douluo stared straight at Jiang Siming. For a long time, neither of them spoke.

After a long while, Sword Douluo said, "Rongrong asked me to give you a beating. Let's have a fight first to see what your strength is like, then I'll decide how to train you."

Jiang Siming was a bit dumbfounded. You come up here and don't say anything, at least introduce yourself! And you want to start fighting right away!

Jiang Siming was speechless and directly released his martial soul. The two purple and one black soul ring configuration truly shocked Sword Douluo.

"How did you achieve your soul ring configuration?" Sword Douluo asked, somewhat astonished.

"This, my body is just super strong!" Jiang Siming, of course, couldn't tell the truth and started talking nonsense again.

Seeing this, Sword Douluo did not pursue the matter further.

A heaven-piercing sword intent erupted from Sword Douluo's body.