The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 728 - Fortune Comes Naturally_1
Chapter 728: Chapter 728: Fortune Comes Naturally_1
Chapter 728 -728: Fortune Comes Naturally_1
Several days passed, and the Spirit Gathering Array was finally set up.
The thick Spiritual Energy swirled up, almost solidifying at a glance, transforming from gas to liquid, and falling as pale blue drizzles of spiritual rain.
After sprinkling over the herb field, those emerald green herbs actually grew taller and taller, making the patterns on their branches and leaves clearer and emitting an even more fragrant aroma.
So much so, within the pen, the chickens, rabbits, pigs, and dogs smelled this scent and greedily eyed the herbs.
“Gurgle gurgle…”
A wild boar among them called out deeply, occasionally glancing at its companion as if to say, “These herbs are really tempting, don’t you think? If I just steal a bit, it shouldn’t be a big deal, right?”
“Go ahead and eat, at worst, after you gobble up these herbs, that guy will slaughter you for meat!”
“Do you have to be so heartless? If I eat these herbs, they can still grow back, but if you kill me, I’ll be gone for good!”
“No worries, you still have me. If it comes to it, I’ll call the entire pig clan over for him!”
“You!! You are really trying to infuriate me!”
The two wild boars grunted at each other and actually started quarreling.
In a flock of wild chickens, a colorful-tailed chicken heard their conversation and couldn’t help but retort:
“You two dumb pigs, how dare you think about touching these herbs? If the master finds out, I don’t think you’ll have to wait for the New Year; he’ll just butcher you!”
“Damn! You’re one spineless chicken, aren’t you? Just because he’s raised you for a mere ten days, you already recognize him as your master?” the brown-haired wild boar couldn’t help but scorn.
The colorful-tailed chicken snorted coldly, “If you’re not convinced, why don’t you stand up to him? Let’s see if he beats you to death, then we’ll call it even!”
Hearing this, the two wild boars looked at each other and then at me, and neither said anything more.
If a person were to witness their conversation, they would definitely be amazed, as it’s truly fantastical that pigs and chickens could talk!
But in reality, they were indeed talking.
However, they didn’t actually speak human language; instead, following Greg Jensen’s cultivation, they gained some intelligence and thinking capability, using a language particular to the wild boars.
When they were first caught, they thought about running away because everyone knows that being raised by people usually means they’re meant for meat.
But after some time, they quickly realized that the man who had captured them was exceedingly powerful.
Moreover, he spent his days in quiet Qi Refinement, which benefited them immensely, so they stayed obediently, thinking they’d run away when this man showed any intent to slaughter them.
In the eyes of these animals, Greg Jensen’s presence was like that of a mysterious immortal, sacred and inviolable.
Therefore, although they had long coveted the many herbs in the medicine field, they dared not act, only fantasizing in their hearts.
Throughout this, Greg Jensen was completely engrossed in his cultivation, not noticing that these animals he had penned up were actually plotting against his herbs.
Of course, even if he did know, it wouldn’t matter much—whoever dared to consume these exceptional herbs, he would just open up their stomachs, making good use of them while they were still warm!
Time flew, in the blink of an eye.
More than a month passed, and Greg Jensen still hadn’t crossed that step.
During this time, he tried repeatedly and even started over with Qi Refinement from the first level, yet he still saw no hope of breakthrough.
At this point, Greg Jensen finally realized that what he was lacking was not Mana or nature’s spiritual energy, but an opportunity.
An opportunity is a profound and mystical thing, perhaps far as the horizon or as near as right before one’s eyes.
It couldn’t be sought; it could only be experienced over time.
After much thought, Greg Jensen decided to return to his home country to take a look, thinking of it as a diversion. With so many things having happened recently, constantly fighting and killing, he also felt somewhat exhausted.
This return trip was a perfect opportunity to rest, enjoy some sightseeing, and find out where exactly the opportunity for advancement lay.
Leave as soon as you say it.
Greg Jensen didn’t hesitate any longer, sent a message to the fox, and then quietly descended the mountain and boarded the plane back to his home country.
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The main purpose of this trip was to have fun, so Greg didn’t notify anyone else and got off the plane alone.
As the plane touched down, the sky had gradually darkened, but the airport was still as busy as ever.
Looking at the bustling crowd, Greg felt momentarily baffled and wasn’t sure what to do next.
So much had happened recently, everything seemed like a dream, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy.
After a while, Greg chuckled to himself and quickly headed towards the airport exit.
With nowhere in particular to go, he decided to embark on a spontaneous journey, with the small quadrangle being his first stop.
It had almost been a year since he last saw Liliana Grey, and Greg truly missed her voluptuous and graceful figure.
He found a secluded corner, summoned the Sword of Coagulated Frost, and flew to Jamae City.
Arriving at the gate of the quadrangle, he was surprised to find the lights inside were off.
“Not at home?”
Greg paused, and just as he was about to leave, a commercial vehicle suddenly drove into the alleyway.
He instinctively retreated into the shadows.
Soon, the vehicle stopped in front of the quadrangle, and a young man in a woolen coat helped Liliana Grey out of the car.
Liliana’s face was flushed red, her steps wobbly, her eyes slightly squinted, and she was leaning heavily on the man.
Drunk?
Greg, watching from the dark, saw this and his expression immediately darkened, but he also felt something odd.
With her cultivation, as long as Liliana circulated her True Qi continuously, it would be hard for her to get drunk—so how could she have ended up in such a state?
By that time, the young man had already helped her into the courtyard and coldly sneered, “Acting all high and mighty, but now aren’t you in my hands?”
Hearing this, Greg realized that Liliana must have been drugged by something, and the culprit was this man before him.
His rage subsided, yet his eyes grew colder as he walked straight into the courtyard.
The young man turned to close the gate and was startled by a shadow entering. It was only then that he discovered it was a living person coming in, which slightly relieved him. He then angrily said, “Who the hell are you? Running over here in the middle of the night without making a sound—are you trying to scare the life out of someone?”
Bang!
Facing such a scumbag, Greg had no habit of wasting words. He simply kicked the man flying and deftly caught Liliana’s body.
Checking her pulse, his face again grew stern. He hastened to take out a Detoxification Pill and placed it between her enticing red lips.
After that, Greg helped her into the house.
Having settled Liliana, he then went back out to the courtyard with an iron-blue face.
By now, the young man on the ground had finally recovered a bit and started whimpering about the pain.
He felt as if he had been hit by a truck; his chest was stuffy, and he was gasping for air.
As he struggled to get up, he saw Greg walking out from inside.
“You… don’t come any closer, if you lay a hand on me, you’re a dead man!”
The young man was terrified. As he scuttled backwards, he threatened, “My uncle is Glen Wolfe, you dare to touch me?”
