The VIP ward on the fourth floor of Anning Psychiatric Hospital.
Zhang San, Li Si, and Wang Mazi were sitting side by side on the sofa in the living room, munching on sunflower seeds and watching a TV show leisurely.
The TV was playing a period drama.
The female lead was known as the number one beauty in showbiz.
"What's the name of the female lead?"
"Liu Feifei?"
"I think that's her name. I heard that she's quite strong and never uses a stunt double?
Her martial arts rank is rank-6?
About the same as Ol 'Five? "
Wang Mazi was displeased and sneered. "A bunch of entertainers who look good but are useless. My cultivation was honed through slash after slash, how could they compare?
If this Liu Feifei was in front of me, I could cut her down with a single slash! "
Zhang San said, "Speaking of slashes … I suddenly remembered Ol 'Six. Didn't he say he wanted to walk the path of physique refinement?
I wonder how he's doing? "
Li Si shook his head and sighed. "I do hope that Ol 'Six can make something out of it, but physique refinement places too much emphasis on innate talent. If his physique isn't good enough and he doesn't have a lot of money to back it up, I'm afraid he won't be able to make much out of it."
Physique refinement.
It was easy to say since it was nothing more than tempering the body and strengthening one's qi!
But it was difficult to do!
To break one's limits again and again, apart from having to put in ten times the hard work and sweat, one would also need a lot of pills to refine one's muscles, bones, and skin!
Moreover, repeated training would damage the body.
One would need to soak in a special 'medicinal bath' for long periods of time.
One would also have to ask a martial arts expert to massage and stimulate one's acupoints regularly.
Either way, huge wealth was needed to support it. That was why the poor could not afford it, while the rich … would not be willing to suffer!
Spending tens of millions.
After suffering for a few years, one might not even be as strong as a rank-3 or rank-4 martial artist.
With that kind of money, one could hire a few rank-3 or rank-4 martial artists!
As for becoming stronger?
That would cost more and require more suffering, and it wasn't something that could be achieved just by suffering and spending money!
"What a pity."
"If not for the Sky Demon Cult's evil poison, Ol 'Six would have no problem becoming a martial arts grandmaster in the future with his talent. He might even become a great grandmaster. Moreover, he's an earth-type Awakened. If he goes to Heaven's Gate, he would definitely be able to kill everyone!"
At the mention of Heaven's Gate.
The three old mental patients fell silent.
At this moment.
A series of footsteps could be heard.
Jiang He poked his head in through the door, grinning. "Third Brother, Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother … good morning."
"Good my ass!"
Pockmarked Wang's face darkened and he scolded, "Old Six, tell me the truth. Did you steal our fruit platter?"
"No!"
Jiang He spoke with conviction!
Pockmarked Wang obviously didn't believe him. He sneered and said, "Swear it."
Jiang He raised a finger and swore to the heavens, "If I did steal it, I'll make Feng Shaoyu's mouth grow ulcers and his asshole ooze pus!"
Li Si asked in surprise, "Who's Feng Shaoyu?"
"That's not the main point … The main point is that you three brothers actually suspect that I stole your fruit platters. This makes me feel bitterly disappointed … Between us brothers, how can it be called stealing?"
Jiang He appeared aggrieved, even as he added inwardly, 'I'm just taking it as dessert and supper after dinner.'
Zhang San said, "Whatever, it's just a fruit platter. We won't hold it against you … we were just talking about you. Have you been persisting in your physique cultivation over the last few days?"
Jiang He nodded and said seriously, "Over the last seven days, I've been cultivating basic saber techniques, body techniques, and fist techniques whenever I have free time. Still, I know very well that martial arts isn't something that can be achieved by training behind closed doors, which is why I came upstairs today to be bold enough to ask for your guidance, brothers, and test my actual combat ability!"
"Eh?"
Pockmarked Wang frowned, a look of displeasure showing between his brows as he said, "You've only trained for seven days and haven't even built your foundation. What's the rush?
Martial arts definitely can't be trained behind closed doors, but impatience is also a taboo! "
"Well …"
Jiang He was at a loss for words just then.
Seeing that, Li Si tried to smooth things over with a smile. "Old Six, you've just recovered from a major illness and have no memories at all. Training behind closed doors is definitely not a good thing."
He stepped out and asked, "Old Six, you said that you've been cultivating basic martial arts, body techniques, blade techniques, and fist techniques whenever you have free time … what about physique cultivation?
How do you train your physique? "
Jiang He answered truthfully, "I'll go for a twenty-minute run every morning when I wake up, and exercise on the gym equipment for a while after lunch. At nine o 'clock at night, I'll go for a punctual run of twenty to thirty minutes."
"Oh, right!"
"I'll occasionally do two sets of push-ups and sit-ups when I'm resting from my saber practice."
"…"
Li Si was silent for over a dozen seconds.
Being a man of few words, he could not help cursing and barking angrily, "What kind of physique cultivation is that? You won't get anywhere if you train like this for the rest of your life. Get lost, we'll talk about it when you've trained your physique to martial artist level!"
"Fourth Brother …"
"Don't call me Fourth Brother!"
Seeing that both Li Si and Pockmarked Wang were fuming, Zhang San quickly stepped out.
Zhangsan quickly stood up and glared at Li Si and Wang Mazi.
"Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother, both of you are over a hundred years old if added together. Why don't you know anything?
Old Six has just started training his physique — it's not good to dampen his enthusiasm like this. "
Zhang San rolled up his sleeves.
"Old Six, come … I'll spar with you."
Zhang San had already thought it through.
He would deliberately show weakness.
Feed Jiang He a few more moves.
Then, he punched him to the ground and told him the principle of "Don't be impatient".
Jiang He flashed a pained smile when he saw that Zhang San was the one who wanted to spar with him. "Aren't you an Awakened, Third Brother?
Why don't I go home and train more? "
"What?"
Zhang San glared. "Are you looking down on me?"
"Us Awakened Transcendents have weak bodies, but that's only in comparison … I, your third brother, have also trained in martial arts and tempered my body."
Zhang San slapped his chest.
Fuming, he said, "Come … spar here. If you can force me back a single step, I'll give you a treasure that's extremely precious for a physique cultivator!"
"Really?"
Jiang He was holding his saber with his right hand.
Clenching his left hand, he said, "Then I'm really going to spar?"
"Come on!"
Pow!
"What the hell …"
Thud!
"What the hell!"
"What the hell!"
Pow … that was the sound of Jiang He's fist landing on Zhang San's chest.
The first 'what the hell' was Zhang San's cry.
His entire body was sent sliding five meters away by the punch, his back slamming heavily into the wall. Both Li Si and Pockmarked Wang promptly rose to their feet and stared at Jiang He in disbelief.
As for Jiang He …
His face was filled with shock too!
It was not because he was shocked by his strength …Instead …
[Ding!]
[You've been through a battle. Strength + 10kg.]
(End of Chapter)