I’m the One Who Opened the Asylum

Everyone knows that outside Longcheng there’s a place called the Wangchuan Institute, a forbidden institution for martial arts madmen and occult lunatics.

What they don’t know is that I founded the asylum.

Three hundred years ago, when the spiritual qi revival began, cultivators started losing control and going mad. I built this facility with my own hands to take them in.

The Sword Saint destroyed his own eyes after glimpsing the Heavenly Dao. The Gu Immortal was consumed by backlash from his bonded Gu and now spends every day conversing with insects. The Heir of Heavenly Secrets calculated every cause and effect until he became an imbecile...

They are all my “patients,” and also my “collection.”

Then one day, the Special Affairs Administration forced its way in, claiming it needed to investigate “abnormal energy fluctuations” on the premises.

The lead investigator sneered. “Just some lousy doorman pretending to be a master?”

I quietly opened the seal on the eighteenth underground floor and released a few patients whose “conditions had improved.”

When the Sword Saint shattered a meteorite with a single glare, the Gu Immortal dispersed a plague with a wave of his hand, and the Heir of Heavenly Secrets crashed a supercomputer while chatting casually, the investigator fell to his knees, trembling. “Y-you... who are you?”

I looked at my “patients,” who stood behind me with the utmost respect, and sighed.

“I told you, you wouldn’t believe me. I’m just an ordinary asylum director.”