My Sign-in Life in Douluo 7

"You are actually his disciple? Why should I believe you?" Flender asked again.

"You are in love with my master's wife." Jiang Siming looked at Flender with a playful expression.

"Cough, alright, alright! I believe you." Flender replied in a hurry.

Beside you, Dai Mubai watched with a face full of gossip, looking from Flender to Jiang Siming.

"Mubai, if today's business gets out, you know what will happen," Flender threatened.

"Oh, I just remembered, I need to go take a shower. See you later, Dean, see you later, Siming." After saying this, Dai Mubai scurried away.

At this moment, only Jiang Siming and Flender were left in the office. After a moment of silence, Flender finally spoke first.

"Sigh, Grandmaster, is he doing well?" Flender sighed and asked in a deep voice. It was clear that he truly cared about Grandmaster.

"Teacher is in good health. Before I came here, he had already successfully broken through to level 30," Jiang Siming said.

"What? Xiaogang broke through to level 30?" Flender sat there quietly.

"Was it his idea for you to come and join Shrek Academy?" Flender asked.

"Teacher's intention was for me to gain experience at the Soto Grand Arena. He told me to come back in five years, but I didn't expect the first opponent I encountered to be students from Shrek Academy, so I came early. He probably didn't want you to know about him so soon. I suspect he will come eventually, too!" Jiang Siming said.

"He is still as stubborn as ever, just like he was back then. How much longer does he intend to keep running away?" Flender said, his heart aching.

Another silence followed.

"Siming, since you are Grandmaster's disciple, I will address you as such. Mubai will take you to the dormitory in a while. You should go first; I need to think for a moment." Flender rubbed his forehead.

"Dean, I would like to spar with Teacher Zhao Wuji. Before I came, Teacher told me that Teacher Zhao Wuji's defensive power is extremely strong, and he could help temper my Zhuxian Sword martial soul. My Zhuxian Sword martial soul has immense attack power, but if it isn't honed for a long time, it will become dull," Jiang Siming explained. Of course, this was all nonsense; he was just finding an excuse to complete his sign-in mission. He wondered what the reward would be this time.

"Oh, are you sure? You are only at level 17, yet you want to challenge a Spirit Saint?" Flender looked at Jiang Siming with interest.

"Dean, if you agree, I will provide you with a brilliant way to make money. How about that?" Jiang Siming said, tempting him.

"For real?" Flender's eyes lit up.

"If you can really help me make money, I'll let you pin him to the ground and hammer him yourself," Flender said excitedly. He had just been worrying about how to recalculate expenses with an extra person. After all, Jiang Siming was his junior, and he couldn't be too harsh on him.

"In our village, there used to be a writer who wrote a book called Wu Dong Qian Kun. The exclusive sales agency rights are in my hands now. I can hand it over to the Dean," Jiang Siming said, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

"Selling a book? Are you sure?" Flender looked unconvinced.

"Dean, if you don't believe me, I will hand over the manuscript of Wu Dong Qian Kun to you first. You can make your decision after you finish reading it," Jiang Siming said again.

As he spoke, Jiang Siming handed over the manuscript of Wu Dong Qian Kun, which he had already written out from memory, to Flender. It was clear that Jiang Siming had been prepared for a long time.

"Dean, I'll take my leave now. Please take your time reviewing it," Jiang Siming said.

"Go on. I'll have a word with Old Zhao about your situation. But kid, let me warn you: know your limits," Flender cautioned.

Jiang Siming gave a nod and walked out.

"Sigh, young people, always aiming too high. Forget it, having drive is what makes them young. Let Old Zhao deal with the headache!" Flender shook his head and began to read Wu Dong Qian Kun.

Chapter 7: Sign-in Successful, A Youth Begins to Grow

Three months later.

"How about it, Siming? Did you manage to hold out for an incense stick's time under Teacher Zhao today?" Dai Mubai's teasing voice drifted over.

"Boss Dai, look at Siming's bruised face; he definitely failed again. Hahaha!" Oscar couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Siming, you work so hard every day, why don't you go relax a little?" Ma Hongjun looked at Jiang Siming with a lecherous expression.

As expected, the system didn't set a time limit this time because the trap was here, Jiang Siming thought helplessly.

By now, Jiang Siming was already a formidable existence. He had successfully broken through to level 20 and would soon need to hunt for a spirit ring to unseal the next sword. However, it had to be said that Jiang Siming was not a control-type spirit master like Tang San. In the original story, Tang San played Zhao Wuji like a fiddle because his hidden weapons were impossible to guard against and his control over his Blue Silver Grass was incredibly strong. Furthermore, Zhao Wuji hadn't been fighting seriously at all.

Aside from the first day when he caused Zhao Wuji a bit of trouble, Jiang Siming had been thoroughly crushed for the past three months. Although the Juexian Sword was powerful, what was the use if he couldn't hit his opponent? In truth, Jiang Siming had set his expectations too high. If he calculated it, it had been less than half a year since he awakened his martial soul, and he was already sparring with a Spirit Saint. There were gains and losses; the rapid acquisition of power had left Jiang Siming lacking in both mindset and combat awareness.

"Damn, it seems my combat techniques are truly terrible," Jiang Siming muttered to himself.

Over the next month, Jiang Siming did not go to obtain a spirit ring. His power had increased too quickly, and his spirit power felt slightly unstable; Jiang Siming had clearly realized this. He used the battles to temper his spirit power and improve his combat techniques.

"Mubai, that won't do! A man can't be 'not up to the task'!" After sending Dai Mubai flying with a punch, Jiang Siming said playfully.

"Screw you, Jiang Siming, get over here! You say I'm not up to the task? You're still a virgin yourself," Dai Mubai climbed up from the ground and retorted.

"Boss Dai, in that regard, your Brother Ming here is as pure as ice and jade. I'm proud of it," Jiang Siming crossed his arms and said shamelessly.

The two ended their spar amidst laughter and banter.

"Siming, you're already level 20, don't you plan on getting your spirit ring now?" Dai Mubai asked, puzzled.

"No rush. Power that increases too quickly makes it too easy to lose oneself. The only reason I can steadily suppress you is because my physical fitness is superior to yours," Jiang Siming patted Dai Mubai on the shoulder.

In truth, there was another reason: the sign-in system. It hadn't issued a sign-in mission to this day. Jiang Siming suspected that because the previous mission hadn't been completed, the next one couldn't be triggered. After all, signing in was supposed to be a continuous process.

"Teacher Zhao, I've come to find you again. Let's begin!" Jiang Siming shouted.

"I'm telling you, Little Ming, you don't even let me get a good morning sleep these days. Come on, come on, let's get this over with; I want to go back to sleep," Zhao Wuji said listlessly.

"Teacher Zhao, watch out!" Jiang Siming said. He suddenly erupted into action, releasing his Rusty Sword. Jiang Siming immediately sent a sword aura surging straight toward Zhao Wuji.