My Sign-in Life in Douluo

"Damn, did you pay for a buff? You've got built-in special effects!" Jiang Siming was somewhat stunned, though his hands didn't stop moving.

"I'm not afraid even if you did pay. I have my own buffs: God of Slaughter Possession and Evil Aura."

Half an incense stick later.

Jiang Siming sat on the ground, bruised and swollen.

Chapter 37: Why Do You Wield the Sword? A Peculiar Space

Sword Douluo retracted his sword intent and said calmly to Jiang Siming, "Your sword is strong. I have never seen a martial soul with three different abilities. My Seven Kill Sword didn't even want to be released. Your soul skills are also ridiculously powerful."

The bruised and swollen Jiang Siming cursed inwardly, He hit way too hard, specifically aiming for the face.

"But you yourself haven't truly utilized its power. You are merely using it in a logical way," Sword Douluo said.

Hearing this, Jiang Siming couldn't help but nod.

"I won't teach you today, and I can't teach you anyway. I will only ask you one question: why do you wield the sword? When you figure that out, the training will begin." After saying this, Sword Douluo walked away.

Jiang Siming was speechless, How many times have I heard this line in my past life? 'Why do you wield the sword?' I never expected to be on the receiving end of it today.

However, after a brief moment of grumbling, Jiang Siming sat cross-legged. What Sword Douluo asked was exactly what he had been thinking about last night. Why do you wield the sword? Why do you cultivate?

Jiang Siming released the four swords. The Juexian Sword was the sharpest, capable of severing everything. The Luxian Sword possessed the most killing intent, its power of slaughter eroding all. The Xianxian Sword was the most mystical, stirring up the seven emotions and six desires. As for the fourth, the Rusty Sword, Jiang Siming still didn't know what its ability was.

After some thought, Jiang Siming retracted the other three, leaving only the Rusty Sword. He stood up and repeated the motion of drawing the sword.

A day passed, and Jiang Siming was still standing there, repeating the monotonous act of drawing and sheathing the sword.

By the third day, Jiang Siming's body began to grow weak. If a soul master doesn't use soul power, they are not much different from an ordinary person. Even though Jiang Siming had a terrifying physical constitution, he couldn't maintain his bodily functions without food or water. But Jiang Siming gritted his teeth and persisted.

On the tenth day, Jiang Siming was already tottering. Ning Fengzhi, watching from the side, desperately wanted to rush over and let him rest, but he was stopped by Sword Douluo.

"If you don't want his efforts to go to waste, let him continue. Rest assured, he won't die. An average person would have started showing these symptoms by the third day at most. He has lasted for ten full days; I have never seen such a genius soul master, nor have I ever seen someone with such perseverance."

The look in Ning Fengzhi's eyes as he watched Jiang Siming was filled with admiration.

Jiang Siming didn't want to be a hero, which is why he often maintained a humorous, goofy persona. But Jiang Siming was persistent. Once he set his mind on something, he would never change it.

The two things people fear most are death and loneliness. What kind of experience is it to linger between life and death?

From the afternoon of the tenth day, Jiang Siming's spirit and essence underwent a sublimation, and he stood firmly once again, swinging the Rusty Sword with vigor.

From the tenth day on, Jiang Siming's mind seemed to become hazy, and he would inexplicably keep thinking of Sword Douluo's question: why do you wield the sword?

Slowly, Jiang Siming felt himself falling into a peculiar space.

When Jiang Siming opened his eyes again, it was a vast, white expanse.

"Where is this?"

Jiang Siming looked around, but apart from the vast whiteness, he could see nothing.

Suddenly, four powerful auras emanated from four directions, and four swords appeared out of thin air, stabbing into the white ground. The surrounding area was covered in cracks, as if the white space were about to shatter.

"These are the Four Immortal-Slaughtering Swords," Jiang Siming said with some surprise. He was clearly practicing his swordplay, but he didn't know why he had arrived in this strange space. The first three of the Four Immortal-Slaughtering Swords looked just as he remembered, but the last one was covered in chains, yet it still couldn't suppress the aura of destruction it released.

Looking at the Four Immortal-Slaughtering Swords, Jiang Siming walked toward the Juexian Sword involuntarily.

As Jiang Siming kept getting closer, the Juexian Sword seemed to sense his approach. It immediately released a sharp sword qi that struck toward him.

"Damn, where is the system at a time like this? What is happening to me?" Jiang Siming was speechless internally. Having mastered the plot of Douluo and being accustomed to the system, he was at a loss in this situation.

"No, I can't die here." Jiang Siming gritted his teeth and moved forward slowly against the sword qi. The dense sword qi was impossible to dodge. At first, it only cut his skin, but as he drew closer to the Juexian Sword, the wounds grew deeper and deeper.

"No, brute force won't get me to the end; it's meaningless. If this is a test, there must be a way to survive." Jiang Siming stopped and sat cross-legged on the ground to think.

"This is my sword; why would it hurt me?"

"Is this my sword?"

"Why am I getting hurt?"

A series of questions flashed through Jiang Siming's mind. Why exactly was the Juexian Sword hurting him?

"Why do you wield the sword?"

"Why do I wield the sword?"

"No, that's not what it means."

Suddenly, Jiang Siming opened his eyes. He stood up slowly and began to walk forward without any hesitation.

The sword qi crisscrossed and struck his body, but no more blood splattered.

Jiang Siming walked straight up to the Juexian Sword and touched the hilt. The blade vibrated constantly, as if resisting. Jiang Siming slowly pulled it out and stroked the blade. He then used the Juexian Sword to cut his palm, and the blood dripped onto the blade, being eerily absorbed.

"You are my sword; you are a part of me. Why do I wield the sword? How can there be a 'why' to wielding it? This is simply me." After Jiang Siming finished speaking, the Juexian Sword slowly stopped vibrating. A heaven-shaking sword intent erupted from Jiang Siming's body.

Jiang Siming smiled slightly, ignoring the wounds still bleeding on his body. He swung the Juexian Sword, waving it wantonly.

Jiang Siming finally understood. Why do I wield the sword? It wasn't about why one wields a sword. It was that the sword was already a part of me; I wield the sword, so how could there be a 'because' or 'therefore'?

A double-edged sword can hurt the enemy, and it can also hurt oneself. But since this is a part of me, how can one speak of hurting oneself?