The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Below a Grandmaster, all are ants!

The various descriptions of a Grandmaster that Greg Jensen had learned from Cole Barnett slowly flowed through his mind.

“I’ve finally reached the sixth level of Qi Refinement, and…”

Feeling the vast True Qi within his body, a hint of joy appeared on Greg’s face once again.

Because his mentality had surpassed his current level, the speed of True Qi circulation had suddenly accelerated during his ascent, meaning that although he had just made a breakthrough, he was already not far from the seventh level of Qi Refinement.

The concept of mentality is elusive and intangible; if one could find a way to rapidly improve their mentality, their cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds.

Of course, having a mentality higher than one’s current level also carries certain risks.

For example, if the meridians in the body are not resilient enough, and True Qi circulates too quickly, it could very well lead to the meridians breaking, turning one into a cripple.

In other words, if the body is strong and the meridians are resilient, then you can play around as you please.

But if the meridians are fragile, then you’re in big trouble!

“Forget it, I should just cultivate earnestly!”

Thinking of the consequences of broken meridians, Greg couldn’t help shivering and decided that it would be better to cultivate steadily in the future.

After all, he was still young and had plenty of time; there was no need to take such a risk.

Greg pondered for a moment, and his heart stirred, his eyes revealing intense joy and excitement, “At the sixth level of Qi Refinement, I can start cultivating my first offensive spell!”

Many spells are recorded in the Five Elements Spell, but due to Greg’s low level, he could only use some auxiliary spells like the Small Cloud Rain Skill.

However, after reaching the sixth level of Qi Refinement, one can barely manage to externalize True Qi, which lays the foundation for cultivating the Golden Sword Technique.

As the most basic offensive spell within the Five Elements Spell, the power of the Golden Sword Technique must not be underestimated; when cultivated to a high level, it can easily pierce through metal and stone.

Greg didn’t rush back to his room and casually began to cultivate the Golden Sword Technique right on the rooftop.

The Golden Sword Technique belongs to the metal element among the five; it requires one to transform True Qi into metal-attribute True Qi, and then condense it into a Golden Small Sword that penetrates out of the body towards the target.

Following the records of the Five Elements Spell, Greg quickly condensed a trail of golden True Qi on his right index finger.

But when he tried to condense this stream of True Qi into a Sword, he felt a lack of strength within him, and the golden True Qi disappeared as well.

“Not enough True Qi? Do I really need to reach the seventh level of Qi Refinement to cultivate it?”

Greg was somewhat unconvinced, so he calmed his heart and again began to circulate his True Qi, trying to cultivate the Golden Sword Technique.

This time, the golden True Qi had improved a lot in length and brightness compared to before and gradually took on the shape of a sword.

Greg was delighted and hurriedly pointed forward according to the spell.

The stream of golden True Qi immediately flew out, making a ‘thud’ as it directly pierced through the railing of the rooftop.

Greg walked over to look and was immediately overjoyed.

He saw that a small, neat hole had been punched in the middle of the steel pipe railing, as if it had been drilled with a power drill.

Success!

I finally have some semblance of a fairy’s method!

With the Golden Sword Technique, even if faced with an armed opponent, I would not be afraid, simply sending a Golden Sword Technique to send him on his way.

Looking up at the bright night sky, Greg couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

After laughing, he looked at the round hole in the railing and slowly fell into thought.

The power of the Golden Sword Technique was indeed good, fast and powerful, and capable of killing enemies from afar.

But the problem was that with his current thickness of True Qi, he could only manage to release it twice at most, any more than that was impossible.

“It seems I still have to cultivate earnestly!”

Greg sighed inwardly, rested on the rooftop for a while, and then began practicing the Golden Sword Technique again.

After two consecutive Golden Sword Techniques, he felt completely drained and had to sit in meditation to recover his True Qi. Once it was restored, he started practicing the Golden Sword Technique again.

After each depletion of True Qi, the speed of its increase would greatly accelerate.

Greg Jensen knew this pattern, his True Qi running out, he began to sit in meditation to recover, and after finishing, he resumed practicing the Golden Sword Technique.

In the night, on the roof terrace, a sudden flash of golden light could be seen at any time.

And the brand new railing was pierced with one hole after another.

Greg Jensen was having the time of his life, not stopping until dawn was breaking, when he finally returned to the bedroom to continue sleeping with Lois Abbott in his arms.

…

In the dead of night, several barks broke the silence of Peach Blossom Village, as a dozen silhouettes entered the village, heading straight for Lindsey Wolfe and her companions’ residence.

“What are you doing? Let go of me, or I’ll call the police!”

“You… mmm…”

An hour later, the black-clothed bodyguards, having taken Lindsey Wolfe and her companions, returned to the minibus.

Clack!

The minibus doors locked and sped off toward Jamae City.

When passing the intersection of Riverhaven County, another minibus followed, with Ethan Locke and Alan Locke among those seated inside.

Alan Locke said with some excitement, “Ethan, they’ve succeeded, they’ve caught Greg’s aunt and a few relatives. That kid has no parents; these are the people closest to him.”

“Mm.”

Ethan Locke nodded without a trace of emotion, then leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Alan Locke hesitated, “Ethan, with these people we’ve captured, do you really think that kid will hand over the Fragrant Spirit Grass?”

Ethan Locke opened his eyes, a chilling light flashing within, and said coldly, “I hope he doesn’t hand it over. It will give me the perfect opportunity to torment these people and quench the hate in my heart!”

Seeing his nephew’s icy gaze, Alan Locke couldn’t help but shiver and instinctively shut his mouth.

For some reason, he was beginning to fear his nephew.

The two minibuses drove into the outskirts of Jamae City, one after the other, stopping at a secluded mansion.

The villa seemed long abandoned, surrounded in utter darkness, without a single light in sight.

Looking at the pitch-black courtyard, Alan Locke felt a chill in his heart and said trembling, “Ethan, don’t you think we’re short on people to watch over the hostages?”

“I’ve already called Jay Brent to bring people over; he should be here any minute.”

After Ethan Locke spoke, he led the way inside.

Alan Locke hurriedly followed.

Lights came on in the villa, and Ethan Locke followed the staircase up to the second-floor balcony.

From this vantage point, he could perfectly overlook the path they’d come by, nothing could escape his vigilant gaze.

A cool breeze blew gently, confronting them head-on.

Alan Locke shivered again, “Ethan, let’s go inside, it’s too cold out here.”

“Cold? If you’re cold, drink some,” Ethan Locke replied without looking back.

Before the words had settled, the old butler came up, holding a bottle of vodka he’d found somewhere, and poured a cup for each of them.

Alan Locke took a sip from his cup, finally feeling some warmth in his body.

Looking at Ethan Locke’s profile, he opened his mouth, all his gripes turning into a single sigh.

…

On the other side, receiving Ethan Locke’s call, Jay Brent was thoroughly baffled.

“In the middle of the night, he’s asking me to go out to the middle of nowhere, and to bring the guys, too. What’s he planning? Should I inform Mr. Greg?”

After donning his clothes, Jay Brent hesitated, “Never mind, it’s so late, Mr. Greg must be asleep, better to check out the situation first.”

He shook his head and drove off with his driver to the location Ethan Locke had sent.

At the same time, his young subordinates were also rapidly gathering together, nearly a hundred people in minibuses, heading in a grand convoy to the suburban mansion.