My Sign-in Life in Douluo

Jiang Siming said nothing more and immediately chambered a round.

"Bang!" A bullet grazed the tips of Tang San's hair and buried itself deep into the tree behind him.

"Hidden weapon!" Tang San said, somewhat shocked, looking at Jiang Siming in disbelief.

"It's a gun." Jiang Siming blew on the muzzle and said indifferently.

"Brother Siming, can you let me see it?" Tang San stared unblinkingly at the M4A1 in Jiang Siming's hands. Jiang Siming handed it over for Tang San to study carefully. If they weren't in the middle of a journey, he probably would have sat right down on the ground.

"Little monster, do you know what kind of stir you'll cause once you bring your things out?" Dugu Bo said with some concern.

"To be honest, I regret it a tiny bit. I didn't expect the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to have such a close relationship with the imperial family," Jiang Siming said, frowning slightly.

"But then again, who cares! Do I look like someone who's afraid of trouble?" Jiang Siming said lightly. Jiang Siming wasn't exactly sure how strong his combat power was now, but he could definitely go toe-to-toe with Zhao Wuji. He might even be able to kill a Spirit Saint with weak defenses.

Half an hour later, at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

"It truly lives up to its name!" Tang San exclaimed. Seeing the immortal herbs covering the ground, his eyes shone with excitement.

"Little San, don't be polite. Everything here is yours. Take whatever you want!" Jiang Siming patted Tang San on the shoulder and said with a generous air.

Tang San looked at Jiang Siming with gratitude.

"I'm telling you two, you really treat this place like your own home," Dugu Bo said, looking displeased.

Over the next few days, while Tang San was busy detoxifying Dugu Bo's body, Jiang Siming had him study the concentration of the gunpowder in the bullets. Tang San was very dedicated to this; after all, in some respects, the M4A1 was superior to the Zhuge Divine Crossbow.

Outside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, Jiang Siming pressed his two fingers together. A vigorous sword intent erupted from his fingertips, having grown from the initial three inches to over seven inches.

Jiang Siming looked at this ever-lengthening sword intent. He found it increasingly difficult to understand: wasn't the so-called Hidden Sword supposed to focus on the word "hide"? Just forcing the sword intent to his fingertips didn't seem like an improvement in realm, merely a way of using it. He couldn't help but feel he had been hoodwinked by Sword Douluo.

As Jiang Siming pondered, a fallen leaf drifted slowly down, landing right before his eyes. Suddenly, Jiang Siming released his sword intent, slashed down, and the leaf was instantly split in two.

Jiang Siming was lost in thought. He stood up and punched the tree beside him, causing leaves to rain down.

Jiang Siming pressed his two fingers together again and swung his arm to slash at the falling leaves. The result was clearly futile.

"I am the sword, yet I cannot cut a falling leaf," Jiang Siming muttered, resting his chin in his hand.

Jiang Siming sat back down. The sun gradually set, but he remained in deep meditation.

When the first rays of the morning sun brushed against Jiang Siming's forehead, he snapped his eyes open. With a single slash of his finger, the falling leaves in front of him were split in two.

"In the realm of Unity of Man and Sword, the man is still a man, and the sword is still a sword. The Hidden Sword is not about hiding its sharpness, but about me becoming the scabbard," Jiang Siming couldn't help but sigh.

In that last strike, Jiang Siming hadn't even felt a trace of sword energy, yet the leaf had been severed.

Jiang Siming extended his two fingers again. His sword intent soared to the sky, then stabilized at about three inches the next second.

If Sword Douluo were here to see Jiang Siming make another breakthrough after only a few days, he would likely vomit blood on the spot. Comparisons are odious, and people are even more infuriating!

"Little monster! What are you making such a huge commotion for so early in the morning?" Dugu Bo hurried over.

The sword intent Jiang Siming had released just now was truly terrifying, which was why it had startled Dugu Bo.

"Morning exercise. A healthy life every day," Jiang Siming said, stretching his back.

Dugu Bo didn't say anything; he just rolled his eyes at Jiang Siming and left.

Looking at the rising sun, Jiang Siming couldn't help but think of the events in the Slaughter Illusion Realm.

The Great Bright Sword Song was originally intended to use slaughter to carve out a path of light. But in reality, Jiang Siming had been corrupted by it, becoming a monster of slaughter.

"Is there really no way to trade slaughter for light?" Jiang Siming sighed, unconvinced. Sometimes, intentions are good—much like the society of his past life, where some believed that fighting violence with violence could punish those who broke the law and were not constrained by it. In reality, they had already opened the cage of another beast, and order would be shaken even further.

Nothing is good in isolation. Jiang Siming didn't want to give up on the Great Bright Sword Song just like that. Even if he couldn't use it normally, it would be a good trump card to keep in his pocket for when he had to fight for his life.

Chapter 45: The Aftermath of the White Space

These days, Jiang Siming had been comprehending the second realm of the sword path, compressing his own spirit power, and also thinking about how to participate in the Spirit Master Tournament.

Dugu Bo was right about one thing: even if Jiang Siming was the one who created the M4A1, Spirit Hall might not necessarily fear him—after all, they could simply coerce him into building them for them. But if he was someone with immense potential who possessed a weapon capable of changing the landscape of the world, then whether it was the Tiantou Empire, the Star Luo Empire, or Spirit Hall, he would be someone they would destroy if they couldn't possess.

Moreover, if thermal weapons were produced without restriction, they could very well change the landscape of the entire continent in a very short time. Therefore, Jiang Siming had discussed it with Tang San: the formula for the gunpowder concentration required for the bullets must never be told to a third person.

"Whatever, there's still more than two years left," Jiang Siming said to himself.

Jiang Siming walked slowly back to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Seeing Tang San studying the herbs on the ground with focus, he patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother Siming, the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well is truly one of the three great treasures. Although most of the herbs here are beyond what the human body can withstand, there are some that can be taken back for Boss Dai and the others to consume," Tang San said excitedly.

"Pick whatever you want. You saved the old man's life; if you don't pick anything, I don't know where he'd put his face," Jiang Siming said.

Tang San could only sigh helplessly at Jiang Siming's nonchalant personality.

Jiang Siming turned his head to look at the red and blue spring. The herbs on the two small stone stools in the center were already gone; he assumed Tang San had consumed them.

However, Jiang Siming wasn't concerned with the two immortal herbs; he was somewhat curious about the two great dragon souls at the bottom of the pool. As a proud transmigrator, Jiang Siming knew very well that this treasure land was nourished by the dragon souls of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings.

But then, Jiang Siming shook his head. Even the hundred-thousand-year-old Evil Demon Orca King had been wiped out by these ice and fire springs when it was careless. Jiang Siming didn't want to go down there and throw his life away.

"Ding, plane mission initiated. Subjugate the two dragon souls of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Reward: unknown. No time limit."

"Damn, this mission is so random," Jiang Siming couldn't help but complain.

A few days later, the toxins in Dugu Bo's body were mostly cleared. Jiang Siming and Tang San then left the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Before leaving, Dugu Bo filled Tang San's spirit storage device with immortal herbs. Dugu Bo felt a pang of heartache, but he had no other choice.

Inside Tiantou City.