"What nonsense are you spouting, Old Five?"
Li Si barked with a cold look. "Don't you know him, Third Brother? He is loyal and trustworthy, and even his spit could turn into a nail. How could he go back on his word? "
With that …
He turned towards Zhang San.
His cold face was now all smiles. "Don't you think so, Third Brother?"
Zhang San was dumbstruck.
What the hell else can I say?
He turned towards Jiang He and forced a smile, saying, "Sixth Brother, it's not that I'm stingy, but your physique is too weak to withstand the power of that treasure … don't worry, I'll definitely give it to you when you reach five thousand catties of physical strength!"
Five thousand catties of strength?
That's five tons of strength.
Jiang He replied, "I haven't even made amends for hurting you, Third Brother. How could I take your treasure?"
Without waiting for Zhang San to speak, his tone changed as he said, "But as the old saying goes, one cannot refuse a gift from an elder. If I refuse, then wouldn't I be letting down Third Brother's kind intentions? Would I still be human? Thank you, Third Brother! "
I'm not hurt!
Zhang San was clenching his molars so hard that they were about to shatter!
I'm just caught off guard … my chest hurts from your unscrupulous beating, alright?
Since he had already spoken, Zhang San was not a stingy person and smiled. "Not bad, I wasn't wrong about you. Still, you have to cultivate well. Five thousand catties of strength is a threshold for martial artists, and if your physique is lacking and you don't have acquired spirit medicine to help you, you might never surpass it for the rest of your life."
"If you're really stuck at that threshold, I would save a lot of money."
He was clearly teasing Jiang He.
More than that, he wanted to motivate Jiang He to cultivate well.
Jiang He smiled. "Why don't you prepare yourself, Third Brother? I might suddenly reach five thousand catties of strength one day."
These words caused the three of them to burst into laughter.
Meanwhile, Jiang He was quietly calculating inwardly.
"My strength is 1910kg right now, and reaching 2000kg by the end of today would not be a problem … with the daily growth of 190kg, I would reach five thousand catties of strength in 16 days at most."
And that was without taking into account the growth in strength from 'fighting'.
This was because he wasn't sure if there was a limit to how much strength he could gain through fighting every day.
Jiang He thought about it and said, "Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother … it's still early. Should we practice?"
A moment later.
Jiang He clutched his stomach and grimaced. "No more, no more … I have to go back and take my medicine."
"Hmph!"
Watching as Jiang He fled in panic, Pockmarked Wang said smugly, "That's what you get for being so cocky, brat … next time, you'll know that I, Pockmarked Wang … Ouch, what the hell!"
Before he could finish his sentence, he jumped up from the sofa and roared, "Damn it, where's the fruit platter?"
…
Outside the door.
Jiang He hence took out the fruit platter hidden beneath his clothes and chuckled.
"Hey!"
"Now, the fruits and supper for the next two days are settled."
Hearing the raging roar from the VIP ward, Jiang He casted his Basic Martial Arts and ran as fast as he could, returning to Ward 207 from the fourth floor in less than five seconds.
He had just passed the "battle" test.
Jiang He had confirmed that the limit of strength he could gain through 'battle' was 30kg, which meant that he only had to 'battle' three times a day.
He whipped out his phone for a look.
The timing was just right.
Jiang He took out three Twenty-Four Flavour Rehmannia Pills and ate them.
[Ding!]
[Proper usage of medicine. Strength + 10kg.]Just as he finished the Twenty-Four Flavour Rehmannia Pills, the nurse named Zhou Yue came to deliver his food with a trolley. She was still keeping her head lowered, afraid to look at Jiang He.
It had been ten days since he transmigrated.
The nurse had been like that all along, which left Jiang He curious. Stopping her, he asked, "Little girl, are you sociopathic?"
Flustered, the nurse quickly shook her head.
Jiang He frowned. "Then why don't you look at me every time you come?Are you afraid of me? "
"Yes … no, no!"
The nurse's eyes were red.
Crystalline teardrops rolled uncontrollably in her eyes as she sobbed, "Jiang He, I won't look at you anymore. Don't hit me, alright? Last time you hit me, I was laughed at by my colleagues for over a month."
"???"
Jiang He was stunned.
Slap!
He gave himself a big slap on the wrist.
He raged, "I was really a lunatic before, to hit such a pretty little girl … don't worry, sister. I'm fine now, and I won't hit you again!"
Finally, the nurse could not hold back her tears, and they flowed down her cheeks.
Afraid that others would see and say that a grown man like him was bullying a nurse, Jiang He quickly opened the door and let the nurse leave.
After lunch.
It was time for his medicine.
[Ding!]
[Proper diet. Strength + 10kg.]
[Ding!]
[Proper usage of medicine. Strength + 10kg.]After eating his medicine, Jiang He did not go out to train, and instead started practicing his fist techniques in his ward.
"It's training anyway. I'm practicing a basic fist technique. Doesn't that count as training?"
And just as he expected.
After finishing a set of basic martial arts fist techniques …[Ding!]
[Proper exercise. Strength + 10kg.]Then, Jiang He practiced his basic body movement techniques for a while.
"What a shame."
"Pockmarked Wang took my blade, or I could still practice it …"
Jiang He lay on his bed, intending to take an afternoon nap.
But just as he lay down, he jumped up again and turned on the laptop Yun Yanchen had bought for him, connecting to his phone's hotspot wifi and typing 'Nirvana Blade' online.
As for Zhang San, Li Si, and Pockmarked Wang …Jiang He was very curious!
One was a fire-type Awakened.
One was a martial elite adept at blade techniques.
And one was a poison elite …They had barged into the Yun family's residence as if they were unstoppable, even wounding a Martial Arts Department (MAD) grandmaster. One could only imagine how powerful they were!
Why would these three experts stay in a mental hospital?
"Those three don't look like they're sick."
Jiang He thought to himself, and added inwardly —At most, their brain circuits were not working properly.
Otherwise, they would not have knocked him out and taken him out for a drink!
Pockmarked Wang's blade was extraordinary.
That was why Jiang He decided to give it a try, and see if he could find anything online.
This investigation really allowed him to find some clues.
There was a 'Ranking of Swordsmen of the Northwest' online, and every individual on the list was famous swordsmen of the Northwest.
For example, Zhuo Bufan, the Azure Dragon Swordsman, had become a grandmaster ten years ago.
Three years ago, he had ventured deep into Mount Guan and turned the tables on a Feral King as a grandmaster, shocking all of Great Xia.
He was ranked third on the Ranking of Swordsmen of the Northwest.
There were thirty-six names on the ranking, including every swordsmen of the five base cities of the Northwest and the many acropolises. Even the one at the bottom was a grandmaster.
Then, at the bottom of the ranking …However, someone said something like this — — "It's a pity that the Western Xia base city's Nirvana Swordsman would have made it to the top three if he was still alive … even Zhuo Bufan, the Azure Dragon Swordsman, had lost to him!"
"Nirvana Swordsman?"
"Is that Pockmarked Wang?"
Jiang He was in disbelief.
That wretched old man had defeated the Azure Dragon Swordsman?
After some thought, Jiang He typed 'Heaven's Gate' into the internet.
"Sky Gate", also known as Scenic Hill in ancient times, is a city under Beihu Province.
Clearly.
The Sky Gate here was not the Sky Gate that Pockmarked Wang and the others were talking about.
Jiang He checked again, but couldn't find out anything.
Therefore, he typed in the words [Deadly Poison Master] on the Internet.
Jiang He was surprised to find that there was quite a lot of news about Suicide Poison Master online, but most of it was from twenty years ago … and one news from nineteen years ago made Jiang He's eyes widen.
Li Wei, the Suicide Poison Master, killed the Heavenly General of the Sky Demon Cult with his poison, and his name shook the Northwest!
Even so, the Sky Demon Cult put a Sanguine Order on him, and he disappeared without a trace, suspected to be dead!
(End of Chapter)