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

Chapter 15 Fiery Sword, Martial Arts Administration Bureau!

"The Silent Blade Master, the Deadly Poison Master..."

Are these two people really Wang Mazi and Li Si?

"Breaking Bad was able to poison a general of the Heavenly Demon Cult 19 years ago!"

"The Silent Swordsman once defeated the Azure Dragon Swordsman?"

The Azure Dragon Swordsman is a legendary figure ranked third on the Northwest Swordsman Ranking. Three years ago, he was able to defeat the ferocious beast king while still at the Grandmaster level. It is highly likely that he has now stepped into an even more unfathomable realm of martial arts!

Such a person is truly legendary!

And the divine generals of the Heavenly Demon Sect must also be grandmaster-level figures!

If Li Si and Wang Mazi really are these two people...

Then why aren't they grandmasters yet?

And why is he living in a mental hospital?
If Li Si is Breaking Bad and Wang Mazi is the Silent Blade Master, then what about Zhang San?
Who is Zhang San?
"Forget it... what do I care about their true identities?"

Get rid of distracting thoughts.

Jiang He lay in bed, holding his phone and chatting with Yun Yanchen for a while.

Yun Yanchen said that he had hired someone to clean Jiang He's house and had also helped Jiang He replace his furniture and appliances. He also invited Jiang He to have dinner together.

She specifically reminded Jiang He.

Remember to change your clothes before dinner.

Jiang He agreed, found the clothes Yun Yanchen had bought for him, and chose a white tracksuit to change into.

finish dressing.

Stand in front of a mirror.

Jiang He couldn't help but sigh, "Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse. The ancients were right... Once I change into the mental hospital gown, my demeanor immediately improves."

It's only a little before 2 p.m.

It's still early before dinner.

With nothing else to do, Jiang He left the ward and headed straight for the dean's office.

boom!
He kicked the door open.

Inside the office.

Dean An, who had been staring intently at the computer screen, frantically turned off the movie, stuffed the tissues on the desk into a drawer, and then, blushing, scolded, "Jiang He, are you having another episode?"

"Don't you know how to knock before entering an office?"

As an experienced "veteran", Jiang He understood perfectly well the meaning behind Dean An's actions.

So he asked, "Was the dean watching a movie just now?"

Dean An feigned composure and nodded.

Jiang He asked in surprise, "I never thought the world was like this... that there would still be movies like this?"

Dean An became anxious: "What nonsense are you talking about? I only watch legitimate movies!"

Jiang He sighed to himself and said, "It's a pity that Fusang's only base city has been breached by the Hydra King, and the Little People's tribe has been completely wiped out. In the future, we will see fewer and fewer movies like this."

Mention this matter.

Dean An was also somewhat saddened.

However, he quickly laughed and said, "Actually, some people from the Japanese did escape... In fact, several years ago, some wealthy bosses spent a lot of money to bring back a group of teachers from Japan..."

"Once these bosses lose their initial enthusiasm and those teachers lose their source of income, they will definitely go back to their old ways."

Speaking of it.

Dean An realized what was happening and said, "Alright, let's leave this topic at that. It's too sensitive to keep going on like this... Why aren't you staying in your ward? Why are you here with me?"

Jiang He didn't beat around the bush and said, "Dean, I need to ask for leave."

"impossible!"

Dean An refused without hesitation, saying, "Last time, the eldest daughter of the Yun family vouched for you, but this time you can forget about leaving!"

"Dean..."

Jiang He chuckled and said, "You don't want people to know you're hiding in your office watching porn during work hours, do you?" "!!!"

Dean An: "We are a mental hospital, not a prison... For patients with milder symptoms, we should make things convenient for them according to the actual situation... Jiang He, where do you want to go? Do you want me to drive you?"

Jiang He: "There's no need to see me off, I can walk by myself."

He paused.

He added, "Dean, I also feel that my temper has been very volatile lately. I get angry easily, and I'm also very talkative. I always feel the urge to confide in people. I think I need to increase the dosage of my medication. How about changing it from three times a day to eight times a day?"

"impossible!"

Dean An's voice suddenly rose a few decibels as he said, "This matter involves my principles. As a doctor, I would never allow my patients to take medicine haphazardly... At most... at most four doses a day!"

Jiang He thought about it.

He nodded and said, "Okay, four meals a day is fine. Give me my evening medicine first, otherwise it will be delayed if I come back late."

Let's set aside the three "battles" a day.

I can now lift 190kg of weight per day.

If the medication is changed to 4 doses a day, it's just enough to train 200kg of strength, rounding it up and making it easier to calculate.

soon.

The medicine has arrived.

Jiang He was in a great mood and hummed a little tune as he left the dean's office.

As soon as I left the house.

He then encountered a patient.

The patient was sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed by a family member.

The family member, accompanied by reporters, loudly proclaimed, "I want to file a complaint... I want to file a complaint against the hospital's director. Their hospital has management problems. My son has only been here for a month, and he almost became disabled."

Curious, the reporter held the microphone to the patient's mouth in the wheelchair and asked, "May I ask what's wrong with your leg? Was it caused by incorrect treatment by the hospital doctors?"

The patient became even more agitated and shouted, "I want to complain too... I want to complain about our Chinese teacher. He said that a man's knees are worth gold, but I cut my knee open the other day when I had nothing to do, and I didn't find any gold!"

"........."

The passing rivers remained silent.

Isn't this just plain crazy?
These media outlets are insane... Why the hell would you interview about something like this?
Didn't take a few steps.

Jianghe encountered two more people.

Both men were dressed in black trench coats and walked with a powerful stride.

"Wearing a trench coat in the middle of summer..."

Jiang He thought to himself, "There really are all sorts of people in mental hospitals."

He brushed past the two men in black trench coats and walked straight out of the mental hospital.

One of the men in the black trench coat paused, turned around, and glanced back at Jiang He.

Another person asked, "Captain Zhou, what's wrong?"

The man in the black trench coat, known as "Captain Zhou," said, "That kid just now didn't have any fluctuations of true qi on his body, but his blood and qi were extremely strong. When did our Wu City produce such a young body-refining martial artist?"

Another person replied, "Perhaps they've come to visit a patient... Captain Zhou, are you sure those three mentally ill people are really those three?"

Team Leader Zhou said, "Everything matches up...it must be them."

“Wang Mian, the Silent Blade Master; Li Wei, the Deadly Poison Master; Zhang Heng, the Fiery Sword Master… These three were all renowned figures in Western Xia twenty years ago. How could they be hiding in a mental hospital?”

…………

And this moment.

Jiang He had already gotten into a taxi.

"master."

"Go to the Martial Arts Administration!"

(End of this chapter)