I'm a body cultivator, so it's normal for me to destroy a star with one punch, right?

Chapter 10 Innate Divine Strength
"Evil way...evil way!"

Ward 207.

While eating the dinner brought by the nurse, Jiang He searched for information about "evil martial artists" on his phone.

Information about "heretical martial artists" is varied online, and there are many different theories about their origins.

Some say that the "Evil Warriors" are an evil organization that emerged after the "apocalyptic catastrophe" and that they attempt to overthrow the current world order and establish their own "evil kingdom".

Some say that the "evil martial artists" are not from this world, but come from "outside the heavens".

Whether it's true or false, there's no way to judge.

"These heretical martial artists call themselves followers of the Heavenly Saint Sect, but they do evil deeds, so the world generally calls them the Heavenly Demon Sect!"

"The Heavenly Demon Sect has a vast influence, spreading to various places, and their presence can be found everywhere."

"After years of crackdowns and eradications by the Martial Arts Administration and the military, the Heavenly Demon Sect is no longer as glorious as it once was. However, even a centipede with a hundred legs will not die easily. They hide in the shadows and enjoy assassinating martial artists who go out to train in the wilderness."

"They also planted spies and agents within the city to sabotage and assassinate geniuses."

"Ding!"

"A balanced diet can increase your strength by 10kg."

After dinner.

It's time for the much-anticipated medication session again.

"Ding!"

"Rational use of medication, strength +10kg."

Feeling the increase in power, Jiang He even felt that the blood and qi in his body had become stronger. He waited for about ten minutes and then took out three more "Twenty-Four Flavor Rehmannia Pills".

These are two different medications and should be taken at different times.

This is [medical common sense].

"Ding!"

"Rational use of medication, strength +10kg."

Strength: 410kg.

Jiang He glanced at the system attribute panel and nodded in satisfaction.

"My strength has finally broken through the 400kg mark. Today I can take two more doses of Twenty-Four Flavor Rehmannia Pills, plus one night run, which can add another 30kg of strength."

When jogging at night.

Jiang He ran into Old Wang from the next ward.

"Old Wang, I heard you used to be a doctor at this hospital?"

Jiang He leaned closer and asked mysteriously, "Do you know where the solitary confinement room is in our hospital?"

Old Wang: "Get lost, I don't want to talk to you."

Jiang He took out a cigarette.

Old Wang's attitude softened, and he took the cigarette, enjoying a satisfying puff.

Jiang He: "Old Wang, can you tell me where the solitary confinement cell is now?"

Old Wang shook his head and said seriously, "No, unless you let me give you an injection."

"???"

Jiang He was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized...

Old Wang used to be a doctor. Even though he's gone mad, it's normal for him to have some obsessions.

"What a great doctor... Even when he's gone mad, he's still thinking about giving people injections and treating their illnesses!"

With a sigh of relief, Jiang He nodded emphatically and said, "Alright, I'll grant you that wish!"

Old Wang was overjoyed: "Then turn around... Yes, yes, that's it."

"Put your hands on the wall and stick your butt out."

Jiang He felt something was off. Before he could think any further, Old Wang had already taken off his pants.

Why are you taking off my pants?

"How can you get a shot without taking your pants off?"

"That makes sense, but you don't need to take off so much skin..."

Jiang He turned around and looked back, then exclaimed in shock, "Holy crap, Lao Wang, why are you taking your pants off?"

Old Wang, clutching his crotch, asked, "How can I get the injection if I don't take my pants off?"

"Fuck you!"

Jiang He swung his hand back and delivered a huge blow.

He knocked Old Wang to the ground, pinned him down, and beat him mercilessly, demanding, "Tell me where the solitary confinement cell in our hospital is? If you don't tell me, I'll kill you!"

Old Wang, his face bruised and swollen from the beating, wailed, "The fourth floor...it's on the fourth floor of our inpatient ward!"

Jiang He was still not satisfied, so he kicked Lao Wang twice more before pulling up his pants and heading straight for the fourth floor of the inpatient department.

But when he got to the fourth floor, he froze...

"This……"

This is hardly a solitary confinement cell!
This is a VIP ward, okay?
Each ward has a private living room and bathroom. The living room also has a sofa, coffee table, TV, and even a large balcony with several potted plants. What's most infuriating is that there's a plate of fruit on the coffee table!
You must understand, this is a world ravaged by ferocious beasts!

The area outside the city has become a wilderness.

There isn't even enough land in the safe zone to grow grain, let alone fruits and vegetables.
Therefore, the price of fruits and vegetables is very high!
"Right……"

"Those hospitalized in Anning Hospital are all mentally ill; how could they possibly be locked up in a dark room?"

Jiang He found Zhang San, Li Si, and Wang Mazi in a VIP ward.

The three brothers were sitting on the bed playing cards, their faces covered in sticky notes.

"Airplanes have wings!"

"Three belts and one!"

"A royal flush... Haha, you guys lost again!"

"hetui!"

"Apply it..."

"Hey, Sixth Brother, what brings you here?"

Damn it!

You're the sixth one, your whole family are the sixth one!

Jiang He thought to himself, but on the surface he smiled and said, "Two days apart feels like three autumns... I heard that my three older brothers were put in solitary confinement, so I came up here to see them."

"What do you mean, 'haven't seen you for two days'?"

Wang Mazi said, "Didn't we just drink together last night?"

"........."

Jiang He looked completely bewildered.

What the hell?
Was that not a dream?

Last night...

Did we really go drinking together?
Zhang San reminded him, "You knocked Lao Liu unconscious yesterday. He was unconscious the whole time we were drinking and eating skewers, so it's normal that he doesn't remember anything."

Wang Mazi: "I don't care, we treated Lao Liu to drinks this time, so next time it'll be his turn to treat us."

Jiang He: "???"

Hey!
There's nothing more to say about these three mentally ill people!

He took a deep breath, lowered his posture, put on a smile, and said, "Third Brother, Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother... to tell you the truth, I've come to you today because I have a favor to ask!"

Wang Mazi waved his hand and said, "We're all brothers, just let me know if you need anything."

Jiang He said, "I want to start practicing martial arts again, but I have no memory of it and don't know how to cultivate. Please teach me, my three brothers!"

"It's a small matter."

Wang Mazi reached out and grabbed at the air, a force shooting out from his palm, pulling Jiang He to his front.

He moved with lightning speed, patting Jiang He's body repeatedly, saying, "Don't move, let me test your aptitude to see if you're suited for martial arts... Hmm, your aptitude is not bad... Hey?"

But then.

Wang Mazi's expression immediately darkened.

He stopped what he was doing and said, "I almost forgot, you've been poisoned by the evil poison of the Heavenly Demon Sect. This poison will destroy a martial artist's meridians and dantian, and there is no cure... You've been poisoned by the evil poison of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and you're destined to be forever barred from the path of martial arts."

"This……"

Jiang He found it hard to accept.

The taciturn Li Si spoke up, comforting him: "Sixth Brother, don't listen to Fifth Brother's nonsense. Even if your meridians and dantian are damaged, we can still refine our bodies... If all else fails, Fourth Brother will teach you how to play with poison!"

"Body training?"

Wang Mazi retorted, "Martial arts have developed for decades. Apart from that freak Xiahou Wu, are there any other body-refining masters?"

Li Si: "Didn't Xiahou Wu pass on the method of condensing qi and blood? I believe that it won't be long before a large number of body-refining masters are born."

"impossible!"

Zhang San also spoke up, sighing, "Xiahou Wu was born with superhuman strength and had great opportunities to achieve what he has today. His legend cannot be replicated... Pure body-refining martial artists cannot cultivate most martial arts techniques and secret manuals."

"Moreover, body tempering requires physical talent."

"Even if you're not born with superhuman strength, you still need to be strong, otherwise it's hard to break through the physical limits time and time again."

"How can the sixth brother, with his skinny arms and legs, cultivate his body?"

Jiang He: "..."

Are you looking down on me?
He pondered for a moment and asked, "Third Brother, is it really impossible for body-refining martial artists to cultivate martial arts techniques and secret manuals?"

"Yes."

Zhang San said, "Martial arts have developed over the past few decades, and many martial arts masters have created various cultivation methods. In addition, some cultivation methods from the ancient martial arts era have also been unearthed from some ancient ruins."

"But these cultivation methods all require complete meridians and dantian to be practiced."

"Many secret manuals, sword techniques, Taoist arts, fist techniques, and palm techniques can only unleash their power when activated by true qi... Your meridians and qi sea are damaged, so you are destined not to be able to cultivate true qi. If you want to practice martial arts, you can only follow the purest martial path, cultivating qi and blood, and cultivating your physical body!"

(End of this chapter)