The Asylum Is Opened by Me

Everyone knows that on the outskirts of Longcheng stands a “Wangchuan Institute,” a forbidden place used to hold martial arts madmen and mystics gone insane.

What they don’t know is that this insane asylum was opened by me.

Three hundred years ago, spiritual energy revived, and cultivators everywhere went berserk from qi deviation. I established this shelter with my own hands—

The Sword Saint blinded himself after peering into the Dao of Heaven; the Gu Immortal was backlashed by his life-bound worms and spent his days talking to insects; the descendant of the Heavenly Secrets line calculated every karmic thread and became a fool...

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

Until that day, the Special Affairs Administration forcibly moved in, saying they wanted to investigate the “abnormal energy fluctuations” in the institute.

The lead investigator sneered, “Just a lousy gatekeeper. Acting like some high expert?”

I silently opened the seal on the underground eighteenth level and released a few “patients whose condition had improved.”

When the Sword Saint glared once and shattered a meteorite, the Gu Immortal waved a hand and scattered the plague, and the descendant of Heavenly Secrets laughed and casually crashed a supercomputer—

The investigator knelt on the ground, trembling. “Y-you... what exactly are you?”

Looking at the “patients” behind me, all of them respectfully bowing, I sighed softly:

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