My Sign-in Life in Douluo

Jiang Siming returned to his room for the time being.

"System, what exactly is going on with that white space?"

"Ding, the system has detected that the host is attempting a jailbreak. The white space is the second stage of the Mirror System, which has not yet been opened."

"I've heard of phones and computers being jailbroken, but are you just a program, System?" Jiang Siming asked, feeling somewhat suspicious.

"Ding, jailbreaking is a highly dangerous action that may cause system instability and lead to the host's premature demise. Jailbreaking is prohibited."

"What exactly is the system? The term 'jailbreak' is too modern for me." Jiang Siming couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it.

The illusion brought on by the Luxian Sword was far too shocking; Jiang Siming now felt as if he had lived an entire lifetime. He had spent his remaining years filled with slaughter and repentance.

"Forget it. With my current strength, even if I knew something, it wouldn't help." Jiang Siming stopped letting his mind wander; striving to improve his own strength was the only true path.

The harvest this time could be called immense; not only had he comprehended sword intent, but he had also completed a self-created soul skill: the Great Bright Sword Song!

Previously, due to hunger and the system's anomaly, Jiang Siming hadn't noticed that his soul power had reached level 38. He had jumped up five levels at once.

Jiang Siming felt a bit surprised. He still hadn't figured out why he was able to enter the white space earlier; it was possible that it was the epiphany Sword Douluo mentioned, which bypassed the system's permissions and opened the second stage of the Mirror World.

As he thought, Jiang Siming fell asleep without realizing it. This time, Jiang Siming did not enter the Mirror World. Having experienced everything in the white space, his mind was now in a state of extreme tension.

It was the first time Jiang Siming had slept so deeply.

"Refreshing!" Jiang Siming stretched, then turned his head to find Sword Douluo standing right beside him.

Jiang Siming was startled; an old man staring at him while he slept for so long—who knew if Sword Douluo had any unique hobbies? Just thinking about it was terrifying!

"Senior Sword, you really are elusive," Jiang Siming said, making an exaggerated expression of surprise.

Sword Douluo clearly ignored Jiang Siming's resentful expression.

"Kid, I have to say, you're a damn genius!" Sword Douluo cursed for once.

"Average, average, just the third best in the world," Jiang Siming patted his chest, acting cheeky and shameless again.

"I'll be waiting for you at the training grounds," Sword Douluo said before leaving.

Jiang Siming smiled, dropped his act, and shook his head. "An illusion is just an illusion. With reality right in front of me, why should I obsess over those unreal things?"

Jiang Siming wouldn't be foolish enough to be forever trapped in a fantasy because of a single test, nor would he change his behavior and personality because of it. Although the experience was very real and very long, Jiang Siming just needed to be his current self. Having figured this out, Jiang Siming suddenly felt much lighter in his heart.

After getting up, he headed straight for the training grounds.

"Release your sword intent," Sword Douluo said in a deep voice.

Jiang Siming didn't dawdle; a sharp sword intent erupted instantly. Sword Douluo immediately unleashed a powerful sword intent of his own.

On the training grounds, the two sword intents collided. After a long while, both sides withdrew their intent.

"Are you curious?" Sword Douluo asked.

Jiang Siming nodded.

"Are you wondering why, despite the massive gap in our soul power, you were able to go toe-to-toe with me?" Sword Douluo revealed a faint smile, casting an appreciative look at Jiang Siming.

"Indeed, but I always felt that you, Senior, probably didn't use your true strength," Jiang Siming nodded affirmatively.

"The realm of the sword is not so easy to comprehend. Your sword intent is incomparably sharp, but it can only be said to have reached the first realm. The realm of the sword is divided into four stages. The first stage is called Unity of Man and Sword, where the person is like the sword, with their sharpness fully exposed. That is the state you are in now," Sword Douluo said.

Jiang Siming lowered his head in thought. Unity of Man and Sword—the sword intent is scattered; while it increases the power of the sword, it is very limited.

"The second stage is called Hidden Sword. The body acts as the scabbard, keeping the sharpness concealed, allowing one to retract and release at will, achieving a one-hit kill by piercing the whole with a single point," Sword Douluo continued.

"As for the third stage, it is called Nurturing Sword. One cultivates their own sword intent; the mysteries within cannot be expressed in words."

"As for the fourth stage, it is merely a legend. I have not reached it either," Sword Douluo paused.

Jiang Siming had already confirmed that he belonged to the first stage: sharpness fully exposed. It looked like he was showing off, but in reality, enemies would run away the moment they saw him from afar, so what was the point of fighting?

"For tool soul masters who use sharp weapons like swords, sabers, or spears, it is very difficult to keep their aura from leaking out. I don't know how many soul masters who thought themselves geniuses stopped at the first stage, or never even entered the door at all," Sword Douluo said with his arms crossed over his chest, looking somewhat regretful.

In the original work, Sword Douluo was known as the number one attack-type Title Douluo. It could be said that in terms of pure attack power, he had no equal, which was absolutely inseparable from his profound understanding of the sword.

"Then how can I improve my sword realm?" Jiang Siming didn't beat around the bush and asked directly.

"The first stage relies on opportunity. But for the second stage, you have to get beaten up," Sword Douluo said calmly.

"No way, Senior, you aren't just finding an excuse to beat me up, are you?" Jiang Siming said, unable to believe it.

"Excessive sharpness is a common ailment of young people. If you don't want a shortcut, you can maintain a peaceful mind and carefully feel your sword; maybe in a few decades, you'll get there. But if you want a shortcut, getting beaten up is the fastest way," Sword Douluo said, not sounding like he was joking. Without waiting for Jiang Siming to respond, he started the beating.

Half an hour later.

Jiang Siming was squatting on a rock, bruised and swollen, smoking a cigarette while reflecting on life.

"Retribution, this is definitely retribution! The amount of pleasure I got from beating up Tang San and the others before is exactly how much of a beating I'm taking now."

"Kid, I have to say, in terms of temperament, you are the most outstanding person I have ever seen. To be able to hide your emotions so well, you don't seem like a 12-year-old at all," Sword Douluo couldn't help but remark.

Jiang Siming sighed. Rather than suffering the cruel beatings of reality later, it was better to get enough beatings now so he could go beat others later.

Another round of beatings began.

"Do you submit?" Sword Douluo struck him with his sword.