"Evil path … evil path!"
Ward 207.
Jiang He was eating the dinner the nurse brought to him while searching for information about evil martial artists on his phone.
There were all sorts of information about the "Evil Warriors" on the internet. There were also different opinions about the origins of the "Evil Warriors".
Some people said that the Evil Warriors were an evil organization that was born after the [Doomsday Calamity]. They wanted to overthrow the current order of the world and establish their own "Evil Kingdom".
There were also people who said that the "Evil Warriors" were not from this world, but from "Outer Space".
There was no way to tell if that was true.
"Evil martial artists claim to be disciples of the Sky Saint Church, but they practice demonic deeds. That is why most people call them the Sky Demon Cult!"
"The Sky Demon Cult is powerful and spread across the world, and their presence is everywhere."
"After years of suppression by the Martial Arts Department (MAD) and the military, the Sky Demon Cult is no longer as glorious as they once were. Still, a centipede dies but never falls down — they hide in the shadows and delight in assassinating martial artists who head out for training."
"They have even planted spies in cities to wreak havoc and assassinate prodigies."
[Ding!]
[Reasonable diet. Strength + 10kg.]After dinner.
It was time for the much-anticipated portion of taking medicine.
[Ding!]
[Reasonable diet. Strength + 10kg.]Feeling his strength increase, Jiang He could even feel the qi in his body strengthening by several notches. After waiting for around ten minutes, he took out three Twenty-Four Flavor Rehmannia Pills.
He had to take two different types of medicine at different intervals.
That was common knowledge in medicine.
[Ding!]
[Reasonable diet. Strength + 10kg.][Strength: 410kg.]Glancing at his System Panel, Jiang He nodded in satisfaction.
"My strength has finally broken through the 400kg threshold. I can take two more Twenty-Four Flavor Rehmannia Pills and a night run to gain another 30kg of strength."
During the night run.
Jiang He bumped into Old Wang in the next ward.
"Old Wang, I heard that you used to be a doctor in this hospital?"
Jiang He approached him and asked mysteriously, "Do you know where the confinement room is?"
"Get lost. I don't want to talk to you."
Jiang He whipped out a cigarette.
Old Wang's attitude improved, and he took the cigarette and took a deep puff.
Jiang He then asked, "Old Wang, can you tell me where the confinement room is now?"
Old Wang shook his head and said seriously, "No, unless you let me give you an injection."
"???"
Jiang He did a double take before coming to a realization …Old Wang used to be a doctor. Even though he was crazy, it was normal for him to have some obsessions in his heart.
"What a good doctor … Even if he's crazy, he's still thinking about giving injections to cure people!"
Even as he sighed inwardly, Jiang He nodded heavily and said, "Alright, I'll fulfill that wish of yours!"
Old Wang was overjoyed. "Then turn around … Yes, yes, yes, just like that."
"Put your hands on the wall and stick your butt up."
Jiang He felt weird, but before he could think about it, Old Wang had already taken off his pants.
"Why did you take off my pants?"
"How do you get the injection if you don't take off your pants?"
"That makes sense, but there's no need to take off so much …"
Jiang He turned to look and exclaimed in shock, "What the hell? Why are you taking off your pants, Old Wang?"
Old Wang scratched his crotch. "How can I get the injection if I don't take off my pants?"
"F * ck you!"
Jiang He then backhanded him with a huge Forced Pocket.
He knocked Old Wang to the ground, pinned him down and gave him a good beating before asking, "Tell me, where's the confinement room?
I'll kill you if you don't! "
Beaten black and blue, Old Wang wailed, "The fourth floor … It's on the fourth floor of the inpatient department!"
Still not satisfied, Jiang He gave Old Wang two more kicks before pulling up his pants and heading straight to the fourth floor.
Still, he froze when he reached the fourth floor …"This …"
How was this a confinement room?
This was a VIP ward, alright?
Each ward had its own living room, washroom, sofa, coffee table, TV, and even a large balcony with several pots of green plants.
Most infuriating was the plate of fruits on the coffee table in the living room!
After all, this was a world where Ferals ran rampant!
The outskirts of the city were all barren.
The land in the safe zone was not even enough to grow food, let alone fruits!
That was why fruits were so expensive!
"That's true …"
"Those who stay in Anning Hospital are all mentally ill. How could they really lock them up in a dark room?"
Jiang He found Zhang San, Li Si, and Wang Mazi in one of the VIP wards.
The three brothers were sitting on their beds, playing Fight the Landlord, their faces covered in stickers.
"Airplane with wings!"
"Three with one!"
"King bomb … haha, you guys lost again!"
"hetui!"
"Stick it up …"
"Eh? Why are you here, Old Six?"
What the hell!
You guys are Old Six! Your whole family is Old Six!
Jiang He complained inwardly, but kept a smile on his face. "Two days apart feels like three years … I heard that you three were locked up, so I came to visit."
"What do you mean two days apart?"
Wang Mazi asked. "Didn't we just drink together last night?"
"…"
Jiang He appeared bewildered.
What the heck?
Was that not a dream?
Last night …
Did they really go drinking together?
Beside him, Zhang San reminded him, "You knocked Old Six out yesterday, and he was unconscious the entire time we were drinking and eating skewers. It makes sense that he doesn't remember."
Wang Mazi replied, "I don't care. Either way, we're treating Old Six this time, and it's his turn to treat us next time."
Jiang He was dumbstruck.
Damn it!
He had nothing to say to these three mentally ill people!
Taking a deep breath, he humbled himself and forced a smile, saying, "Third Brother, Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother … to tell you the truth, I'm here today because I have a favor to ask of you!"
Wang Mazi waved him off and said, "We're all brothers here. Just say the word."
Jiang He replied, "I want to cultivate martial arts again, but I don't have any memories and don't know how to cultivate. Please teach me, brothers!"
"It's no big deal."
Wang Mazi extended his hand and grasped from the distance, a force shooting out from his palm and pulling Jiang He to him from across the air.
His hands were lightning-quick as he patted Jiang He's body, saying, "Don't move. I'll test your root bone to see if it's suitable for martial arts … Eh, your root bone is not bad … eh?"
But soon …
Wang Mazi's face darkened.
He paused and said, "I almost forgot. You've been poisoned by the Sky Demon Cult's venom, which destroys a martial artist's meridians and sea of qi and has no antidote … you're fated to have no fate with martial arts now that you've been poisoned."
"Well …"
Jiang He could not accept that.
Li Si, who had been silent all this while, consoled him, "Old Six, don't listen to Old Five's nonsense. You can still cultivate your physique even if your meridians and sea of qi are damaged … if push comes to shove, I'll teach you how to play with poison!"
"Cultivate physique?"
Wang Mazi retorted. "Martial arts has been developed for decades. Are there any other grandmasters aside from that maniac Xiahou Wu?"
Li Si replied, "Didn't Xiahou Wu teach us how to condense qi?
I believe that it won't be long before a large number of Body Refinement Grandmasters are born. "
"Impossible!"
Zhang San also opened his mouth, sighing as he said, "Xia Houwu was born with divine strength, and he also had great luck to have his current achievements. His legend cannot be replicated … for a pure body refining martial artist, the majority of martial arts techniques and secret manuals cannot be cultivated."
"Moreover, cultivating physique requires physical talent."
"Even if you're not born with divine strength, you have to be strong, or it would be difficult to break through the limits of your physique."
"How could you cultivate physique with your skinny arms and legs, Old Six?"
Jiang He was dumbstruck.
Were they looking down on him?
After musing to himself for a while, he asked, "Third Brother, are martial artists really unable to cultivate martial arts manuals or secret manuals?"
"Yes."
Zhang San said. "Martial arts has been developed for decades, and many martial arts elites have created various cultivation manuals. Moreover, some ancient martial arts era cultivation manuals have also been excavated from ancient heritage sites."
"However, those manuals require a complete meridian and sea of qi to be cultivated."
"Many secret manuals, sword techniques, Daoist techniques, fist techniques, and palm techniques require True Qi to unleash their power … your meridian and sea of qi are damaged, and you are fated to be unable to cultivate True Qi. If you want to cultivate martial arts, you have to walk the purest path of martial arts, cultivating your qi and physique!"
(End of Chapter)