The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Greg Jensen had exacted his great revenge, feeling an incomparable sense of relief. It took him a good while to calm down.

As he prepared to return home, he suddenly remembered he no longer had a home.

Greg let out a long sigh. The house left to him by his parents had been his sole property, and now it was burnt to the ground, which was an incredibly regrettable matter.

“I must rebuild the house as soon as possible. After all, a man can’t be without a home. I need a place to settle down.”

Greg made a decision in an instant—that was to build another house!

After all, he now had the capability, and he had just earned two hundred thousand today; he would surely earn even more in the future, enough to build an even better house!

But where should he go now?

After thinking for a long time, Greg suddenly thought of the mountain cave.

Ever since he had found that bead in the cave, he had been eager to go back and explore some more, but had been delayed. Now he had the time.

Half an hour later, armed with a few simple torches, Greg entered the cave.

Groping in the darkness, he arrived at the spot where he had picked up the bead last time and searched around with the torch, but didn’t discover anything else or anything unusual.

He continued deeper into the cave and was surprised to find that no matter how long he walked, there didn’t seem to be an end. The further inside he went, the larger the space became.

Walking for over half an hour, Greg felt he had entered deep into the belly of the mountain, and he also heard the gushing sounds of water.

Unfortunately, the torch provided weak light that flickered, illuminating only two or three meters around him.

Greg guessed there must be an underground river ahead. He remembered how old-timers in the village said that during the big flood of ’98, water had poured out of the cave, bringing out many large fish. It must be connected to the Yangtze River below.

Back then, he didn’t believe it, thinking how could Peach Blossom Mountain, being so far from the Yangtze River, be connected to it?

But now it seemed this cave was very peculiar, and it might indeed be connected to the Yangtze River.

Greg tentatively reached the edge of the underground river, a backwater that had carved out a small, slightly flat beach.

Further ahead was a steep mountain face. Although it was possible to climb over, Greg dared not proceed.

The river flow was rapid—if he fell in, he didn’t know where the current would take him, and he might not survive.

Greg sighed and was about to turn back the way he came when he suddenly saw something emitting a faint glow on the nearby beach.

He instantly perked up and quickly went over to find that the glowing object was a piece of jade.

“What is this?”

Greg suppressed the excitement in his heart and looked closely for a while, sensing no danger before picking up the jade.

The jade was small, with intricate patterns carved into it. Upon closer inspection, one could see faint glows of luminescence flowing through it.

Greg felt that this piece of jade resembled the legendary jade slips. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to try the method described in the “Yin Yang Harmony Scripture.”

He infused a stream of True Qi into the jade, and immediately a scripture appeared in his mind.

Five Elements Spirit Technique!

Greg was overjoyed. Inside this jade slip, there was an entire Five Elements Spell, which not only included attack spells like the Fireball Technique but also supplementary spells like the Small Cloud Rain Skill.

You should know that although the “Yin Yang Harmony Scripture” is a true scripture pointing directly to the great way and includes a lot of other knowledge, it lacks the most basic spells.

The only ones you could use to confront enemies were great divine abilities that could only be cultivated after reaching a profound realm.

“This Five Elements Spell came at just the right time! Not only can it be used to defeat enemies, but it can also be used to grow medicinal herbs and amass a fortune!”

Greg was incredibly pleased. He had been worrying about how to make money, and unexpectedly, he had stumbled upon the Five Elements Spell.

This Small Cloud Rain Skill, in particular, was primarily used to bring rain to the spirit fields, increasing the yield of crops and enhancing the potency of medicinal herbs.

If these were used for growing vegetables and herbs, wouldn’t they yield thousands of pounds per acre and have astonishing effects?

“I’m rich, I’m rich, no more worries about money from now on.”

Greg Jensen was overjoyed, but when he looked down at the jade slip in his hand, he realized it had turned into powder.

He didn’t mind, and he searched carefully again, even digging up the surface soil and sand, but he didn’t find anything else.

“I’m really being too greedy! Stumbling upon that pearl and this jade slip is already incredible luck!”

Greg chuckled, holding a torch and retracing his steps.

When he was close to the cave entrance, he stopped to light a small bonfire and then leaned against the rock wall, pondering the Five Elements Spirit Technique.

After a while, he couldn’t help but show a wry smile. Although these spells were simple, to cast them one typically needed to reach the fourth stage of Qi Refinement.

Reluctantly, he tried to practice the Small Cloud Rain Skill.

The True Qi inside his body quickly converged in his palm, but just as it was about to break through and communicate with nature’s spiritual energy, it dissipated with a bang, returning to his Dantian.

“It really doesn’t work!”

Greg was somewhat vexed, “I’m only at the first stage of Qi Refinement now, who knows when I’ll be able to reach the fourth stage.”

Greg sighed, resolving that tomorrow, no matter what, he must engage in Dual Cultivation with Lois Abbott to improve his cultivation faster.

No, it’s already the next day.

Greg remembered he hadn’t practiced yesterday, so he seized the time to begin cultivating.

One-fifth of his body’s Spiritual Energy had already accumulated, and it likely wouldn’t take long to meet the requirements to advance to the second stage of Qi Refinement.

However, simply having enough Spiritual Energy wasn’t enough; he also had to refine that beam of yang energy.

He wondered if entering the second stage of Qi Refinement would allow him to cast the simplest spells.

Greg felt a little excited at the thought, but he still guarded his mind and entered a state of cultivation.

As the sun began to rise, a sliver of light appeared in the cave, and Greg slowly opened his eyes.

This cultivation session had gone smoothly; the Spiritual Energy in his body had increased slightly, and his meridians could now endure a faster circulating speed.

He stood up, practiced his physical technique, then exited the cave to see the fiery sun. The gloom in his heart was completely dispelled.

Greg, facing the morning sunshine, strode down the mountain.

Meanwhile, Uncle Hall’s home was surrounded by people, several inspectors were inside too.

The leading inspector was Brian Hall, the head of Duo Phoenix Town’s Inspectorate. He was of the Hall Family as well, a generation above Uncle Hall, making him Uncle Hall’s uncle.

This morning, he received a report that Uncle Hall had died from drinking, and brought people over immediately.

“Preliminary judgment, the deceased is likely to have had diseases like coronary heart disease; excessive drinking caused a sudden cardiac arrest.”

Brian Hall frowned upon hearing the coroner’s words, as Uncle Hall has always been in good health, how could he have heart disease?

Just then, the crowd suddenly parted, and a middle-aged man in a suit walked through.

Brian rushed over upon seeing him.

For this man was Uncle Hall’s older brother, Uncle Hall the eldest.

“Elder Brother, you’ve arrived.”

“Mm.”

Uncle Hall the eldest nodded arrogantly, looked down coldly at the corpse, and asked, “How did Brother Eight die?”