The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 602 - : Do You Want to Fly?_1
Chapter 602: Chapter 602: Do You Want to Fly?_1
Greg Jensen asked in confusion, “Back then, you hadn’t even begun your cultivation, and even now you’re only at the sixth level of Qi Refinement, without any Divine Sense, how are you able to use the storage bag?”
Old Sixth Huang said, “There’s a spell inside that jade slip, specially for controlling this storage bag.”
Hearing this, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but mutter to himself, thinking that the person who left behind his school of thought was incredibly thorough, having even considered a spell to control the storage bag.
If only the person who left behind the “Classic of Yin and Yang Harmony” had been this attentive.
Greg Jensen sneered to himself and after carefully checking the storage bag with his Divine Sense, he discovered a miniature Array in a corner, presumably to work in conjunction with that spell.
Feigning ignorance, he returned the storage bag to Old Sixth Huang and asked with feigned curiosity, “Can you show me how to use that spell?”
“Okay… sure.”
Old Sixth Huang didn’t dare to delay and quickly pinched a spell, chanting a few words. Suddenly, the storage bag flew open and swallowed everything in front of it.
“Hmm, quite magical.”
Greg Jensen took the storage bag back again, pretending to examine it curiously, but secretly he used his True Qi along with his Divine Sense to shatter the small Array.
At the same time, he branded the storage bag with his own Divine Consciousness Branding using the technique from the “Classic of Yin and Yang Harmony.”
After all this, he handed the storage bag back to Old Sixth Huang, saying, “Strange, why can’t I do it? Show me again.”
“Sure.”
Seeing that Greg Jensen couldn’t use the storage bag, Old Sixth Huang felt a surge of secret joy, believing he could definitely keep the storage bag.
But the next second, he was completely dumbfounded.
No matter how he chanted or pinched the spell, the storage bag was just like junk, not responding at all.
“You… what did you do to my storage bag?” Old Sixth Huang looked at Greg Jensen with a face full of panic.
Greg Jensen snatched the storage bag back and said indifferently, “It’s my storage bag now.”
With that, he dumped out all the contents in front of the stunned Old Sixth Huang.
Old Sixth Huang exclaimed in shock, “You… without the spell, how can you use the storage bag?”
Greg Jensen glanced at him and said, “Storage bags don’t need a spell to begin with, that spell is just for those without Divine Sense to use.”
Upon hearing this, Old Sixth Huang stood still as if petrified, watching Greg Jensen hang the storage bag at his waist, feeling as if his heart was being sliced by a knife.
Greg Jensen casually stored all the Spiritual Medicines back into the storage bag, then approached the corpse of Mad Ma, glanced over it without finding anything useful, and simply threw a Fireball Technique at it.
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Whoosh!
The corpse of Mad Ma burst into flames immediately, with the fire raging intensely.
Seeing this, Old Sixth Huang felt a chill rising up his neck and couldn’t help shivering involuntarily.
He quickly turned around, packed up a few sets of spare clothes, and the two Elixirs he had taken from Mad Ma, stuffing them all into his backpack.
The rest of the things, he threw into the fire along with the corpse of Mad Ma, burning them together.
“Let’s go.”
Greg Jensen took one last look at the thatched hut and sighed inaudibly only to himself, shook his head, and started to walk outside.
Where does the path of cultivation lead?
Even those from a thousand years ago couldn’t transcend the tribulation to ascend, so how could he be the exception?
On second thought, he felt like he was being melodramatic.
Having reached this point was already an opportunity others would beg for their entire lives yet never receive, so what was there for him to resent?
Greg Jensen arrived at the entrance of the cave, looked at the warm daylight outside, and his eyes once again became resolute.
Whether he would ascend to the Immortal Realm or not was a matter to put aside for now. His immediate goal was to take down the eighteen cities of Jiangnan, and then to strive to achieve the Golden Core state and find Louisa Burley.
He patted the storage bag at his waist and couldn’t help feeling elated.
When he came, he had to carry a backpack, but now even the backpack was no longer needed, this thing was way too convenient.
At this moment, Old Sixth Huang came out of the cave and saw Greg Jensen playing with the storage bag that once belonged to him, making his heart ache even more.
All of a sudden, Greg Jensen turned and asked, “Want to fly?”
“Ah? Fly what…”
Yellow Six had a confused look on his face and was about to ask when a large hand suddenly reached out and directly grabbed him onto the Sword of Coagulated Frost.
The next second, the Flying Sword aimed at a forty-five-degree angle toward the sky.
Whoosh!
The sword light shot up into the heavens and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.
…
“Blarrgh…”
In Red River County, by a slightly remote roadside, Yellow Six clung to a nearby tree, nearly vomiting out his bile.
Riding a Flying Sword for the first time definitely wasn’t a pleasant experience, not to mention that Greg Jensen seemed to be doing it on purpose to torment him?
It took quite a while for Yellow Six, his face pale from vomiting, to stagger over.
Greg Jensen watched, amused, and said, “Done throwing up?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you want me to take you for another ride?”
Upon hearing this, Yellow Six’s head shook like a rattle-drum, and his face, which had just regained some color, turned pale again as he said with a mournful expression:
“Senior Greg, I know I was wrong, I’ll never dare to deceive you again, please treat me as a fart and let me go.”
Greg Jensen sneered, “Haha, letting you go is out of the question.”
Yellow Six was incredibly clever, and he would certainly be useful in the search for Amande Burns.
Moreover, Greg Jensen wanted to glean some information about Cultivation sects from him, in preparation for the eventual search for Amande Burns.
“Let’s go.”
“Where to?”
Yellow Six looked bewilderedly at Greg Jensen.
Greg Jensen replied, “Back to the hotel, we can’t exactly stay outside, can we?”
Yellow Six, seemingly realizing something, paled further and said, “Senior Greg, I… I’m not into that, and besides, I’m all brawn and no brain. You…”
“Scram!”
With a black line on his face, Greg Jensen barked in anger, “Hurry up and find a vehicle, or I’ll take you back on the Flying Sword.”
Upon the threat of riding the Flying Sword again, Yellow Six ran faster than a rabbit, busily looking for a car by the roadside.
When Greg Jensen put away the Flying Sword, he had deliberately picked a spot with few people around to avoid being seen by the ordinary populace.
As a result, the two waited a good while before a taxi came along.
Once they had taken the taxi back to the hotel, Greg Jensen inquired about the Cultivation world.
Learning that Greg wasn’t interested in ‘that way’, Yellow Six heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly shared everything he knew.
…
Hangzhou.
As a renowned tourist city, Hangzhou has countless attractions, the most famous of which is West Lake.
Close to winter, the waters of West Lake still glistened, and a few large white geese drifted about the lake at their leisure.
Beneath the surface of the lake swam countless ornamental koi and other fish.
Deeper down, the water became dark, with large fish weighing over a dozen pounds swimming past.
At the deepest part of West Lake, a person sat cross-legged, eyes closed tightly, motionless.
This person had been sitting for so long that waterweeds had become wrapped around his body, and even as large fish swam by him, he remained utterly still, as if he were dead.
From a distance, he looked like a statue.
