Sword Douluo had lost an arm when Spirit Hall attacked the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Jiang Siming could be considered half a disciple of Sword Douluo's, and he didn't want Sword Douluo to suffer the same fate again. Spirit Hall had sent out experts who were just a cut above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's forces. If not for Tang San's Hidden Weapons, the entire sect might have been wiped out.
Jiang Siming didn't believe there hadn't been a mole. That could only mean it was Qian Renxue.
Three days later, Jiang Siming left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
"Uncle Ning, seniors, I've imposed on you long enough. I'll take my leave now." Jiang Siming clasped his hands and bowed in thanks.
"Don't be so formal, Siming. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's doors will always be open to you." Ning Fengzhi said with a smile. He rather hoped Jiang Siming would become his son-in-law.
"Thank you, Uncle Ning. I'll have an answer for you about the bullets within six months at most."
"Good. I'll look forward to hearing from you."
Jiang Siming didn't beat around the bush and headed straight for Heaven Dou City.
"What a lively place. Compared to this, those imperial capitals in costume dramas are nothing." Jiang Siming couldn't help but marvel.
"Hyah! Hyah! Out of the way!" A shout caught Jiang Siming's attention.
Several young men in lavish clothes galloped recklessly through the busy streets in broad daylight.
"Rich brats! Is this where the urban plot kicks off for me? I'll show off, slap them in the face, and climb to the top! Here we go!" Jiang Siming couldn't help thinking.
The Real Deal—Showing Off and Slapping Faces
But clearly, Jiang Siming had been getting ahead of himself. They didn't even give him a second glance.
"Damn, I'm a man with a system, after all. Can nobody sense the overwhelming aura of awesomeness around me?" Jiang Siming struck a dramatic pose and ran a hand through his hair.
After asking around for a while, Jiang Siming finally reached Blue Tyrant Academy, only to discover that the Shrek group hadn't gone there at all.
"What's going on? Are they still at Heaven Dou Royal Academy? I'd better go see." Jiang Siming hurried back out of the city toward Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
He had to admit, Heaven Dou Royal Academy had picked an excellent location.
"Could you let them know that Jiang Siming of Shrek would like to see Teacher Qin Ming?" Jiang Siming asked the gatekeeper.
The gatekeeper gave him a once-over but said nothing. Who would dare cause trouble at Heaven Dou Royal Academy? He was just doing his job. He didn't want to lose a hard-won position.
Before long, the gatekeeper returned with a fairly handsome, middle-aged man.
"You're Jiang Siming?" Qin Ming asked.
"You must be Teacher Qin Ming. Good to meet you, senior Qin." Jiang Siming tried to strike up a friendly rapport.
"Hahaha, good to meet you too, junior. I'll take you to see Dean Flender and the others." Qin Ming smiled.
Jiang Siming thought to himself, So it hasn't started yet? Good. I'll get a look at the future Emperor Xue Beng.
Qin Ming led Jiang Siming to an office. He signaled for Jiang Siming to stay quiet, then gently opened the door and ushered him inside.
The moment Jiang Siming stepped in, he felt a wave of pressure, though it wasn't directed at everyone. All eyes were fixed on Tang San at the front of the room. They didn't pay much attention to Jiang Siming's arrival. After all, this was Heaven Dou Royal Academy; nobody expected any trouble.
Meng Shenji and the others must be testing Tang San. Should I show off or not? That's a real dilemma, Jiang Siming thought to himself.
As Meng Shenji slowly increased the pressure, Tang San's Eight Spider Lances emerged involuntarily.
Just as Tang San was about to thank Meng Shenji for helping him fuse with the Eight Spider Lances, he spotted Jiang Siming standing in the doorway. He cried out excitedly, "Brother Siming!"
At that, everyone turned around.
Zhu Zhuqing let out an excited squeal and rushed toward Jiang Siming.
Jiang Siming opened his arms and let Zhu Zhuqing burrow into his embrace.
The Shrek group all looked at Jiang Siming with delighted surprise. The four Soul Douluo nearby, however, stared at the scene in bewilderment.
Grandmaster noticed the awkwardness of the four Soul Douluo beside him. He tamped down his excitement and cleared his throat. "Quiet."
Everyone settled down, though Zhu Zhuqing was already clinging to Jiang Siming, looking blissful.
The others gave Jiang Siming strange looks, their eyes full of unspoken meaning.
Jiang Siming awkwardly smiled as he held Zhu Zhuqing by the hips.
"Who is this?" Meng Shenji asked curiously.
"Chief Meng, this is the last student of Shrek Academy—and the most outstanding one." Flender puffed out his chest proudly as he spoke.
"Oh?" The four Soul Douluo were surprised and skeptical. In their eyes, Tang San was already an astonishing genius. But from the looks on Flender and the others' faces, Jiang Siming had to be even more extraordinary. That was hard for them to accept.
After all, Heaven Dou Royal Academy was a renowned institution. How could it have fewer geniuses than an obscure academy? They were also quite willing to have Shrek Academy join them.
Meng Shenji couldn't help releasing his pressure toward Jiang Siming.
Jiang Siming frowned. Zhu Zhuqing was still clinging to him, so he released a thin layer of Soul Power around them, effortlessly blocking all of Meng Shenji's pressure.
Meng Shenji frowned and increased the pressure. Jiang Siming remained completely unmoved.
As if! With Jiang Siming's current strength, even an ordinary level-70 Soul Saint might not be able to beat him. The pressure of a mere Soul Douluo was nothing.
Zhu Zhuqing felt herself surrounded by a gentle force, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks.
She shifted into a more comfortable position and nuzzled her soft body against Jiang Siming. His blood rushed.
The Shrek Seven Devils were also struggling to hold back their laughter. Ma Hongjun had seen enough to know exactly what predicament Jiang Siming was in. That was why he laughed the hardest. If they hadn't been in the middle of a formal meeting, he might have rolled on the floor laughing.