The Luckiest Dumb Doctor
Chapter 770 - Chapter 770 Chapter 770 Meeting_1

Chapter 770: Chapter 770: Meeting_1 Chapter 770: Chapter 770: Meeting_1 Two people who hadn’t seen each other in a long time had a lot to say, but before speaking, they naturally had to do some things they loved to do.

Although Louisa Burley was still saving herself for her wedding day, the other positions they had already unlocked could certainly be revisited.

The sky was beginning to lighten when Greg Jensen, smiling, walked out of the guest house and returned to his own quarters.

Luis Cotes had already finished her cultivation practice. Hearing the door open in the next room, she hurried out to see Greg Jensen without a scratch, and her anxious heart finally relaxed.

Seeing Greg Jensen’s vibrant and spirited appearance, she suddenly thought of her younger self and a smile appeared on her lips involuntarily. She asked, “Did you see her?”

“Mm, I did,” Greg Jensen replied with a smile.

Luis Cotes asked, “Are you still planning to go to the secret realm?”

Greg Jensen raised his eyebrows and chuckled, “Of course. I promised my junior brother to help him find a Sword Artifact.”

Luis Cotes replied somewhat speechlessly, “Sword Artifacts aren’t that easy to find. He was just saying that, and you’re the only one taking it seriously.”

“A gentleman’s word is his bond,” Greg Jensen confidently said, “Even if the secret realm doesn’t contain a Sword Artifact, I’ll definitely find one for him elsewhere.”

“You really are trustworthy!” Luis Cotes’s impression of him grew considerably as she reminded him, “You’d better rest for a while. I expect that by daylight, a disciple from the Sect will come to fetch you.”

“Right,” Greg Jensen agreed.

Greg Jensen didn’t need to rest; he was in great shape, both mentally and physically.

During the recent pleasure, he even sensed the opportunity for Core Formation again, but it still seemed to lack something.

After Luis Cotes left, Greg Jensen sat in his room for a while.

Before long, sure enough, a disciple from the Sect arrived, informing him that Malcolm Gill, the Sect Leader, was already waiting for him in the dining hall.

When Greg Jensen and his two companions arrived at the dining hall, the other Sects had already arrived, including Malcolm Gill, the Sect Leader of the Sect, the eldest disciple Aaron Gill, and several elders.

The major Sects only nodded and greeted them when they saw Luis Cotes and her party.

Some smaller Sects were eagerly buttering up Luis Cotes, fighting to offer seats and serve her food.

Greg Jensen found it odd – Han Feinan was an inner disciple too, so why wasn’t she anywhere to be seen?

Could it be that she was not going to the secret realm?

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Malcolm Gill smiled and said, “Alright, everyone, hurry up and eat.”

The crowd responded with thanks and began to eat quietly.

Greg Jensen was puzzled but didn’t say anything.

After the meal, Malcolm Gill personally led everyone to the back mountain.

Upon arrival, everyone realized that the back mountain had a different aura compared to the front, which was shrouded in spiritual mists.

It should have been sunrise, yet this area was dark and damp, with chilling winds blowing incessantly.

The rugged and bizarre rocks cast one eerie shadow after another in the sunlight, looking like the demons and monsters from legends, ready to ensnare anyone who dared to enter their domain.

“Well, well, the Sect has such a place?” Nelson Rice, the monk, said with a sneer, clearly showing his distaste.

Cliff Simmons, Elder of the Hanging Temple, commented indifferently, “Isn’t it the same with all mountains? What’s so strange about that? By noon, when the sun gets here, it’ll be fine.”

The Tranquil Nunnery folks didn’t speak, but their leading elder frowned slightly, seemingly deep in thought.

The smaller Sects didn’t make much of it, but Greg Jensen’s brows knitted together.

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Using a voice transmission technique, he warned Luis Cotes, “Elder Luis, there seems to be something wrong here; be cautious later on.”

Luis Cotes was startled and looked at him in confusion, seemingly not understanding what he meant.

Greg Jensen shook his head, not saying anything more, but the doubts in his heart had not lessened by any measure.

For the place was heavy with yin energy, as if many people had died here!

Among those present, aside from the members of the Taixu Sect, the Dongxuanmen specialized in studying formations and should have been able to notice this. However, Cliff Simmons said nothing.

Malcolm Gill casually laughed it off and led the group to continue forward.

After crossing a cliffside plank walkway, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a wide plateau in front of everyone.

The surface of the plateau was smooth as a mirror, extremely flat, as if it had been carved by human hands.

Malcolm Gill stopped in his tracks, pointed toward the cave at the end of the plateau, and said, “Everyone, that is the entrance to the secret realm.

My cultivation level is limited. I cannot sustain the exit of the secret realm alone, so I will need several fellow cultivators to help.”

The matter of jointly opening the entrance to the secret realm was already mentioned before the Taixu Sect invited everyone, so nobody thought much of it. However, what Malcolm Gill said next changed everyone’s expression.

With a smile, Malcolm Gill said, “There’s also another matter I forgot to mention. Due to special reasons, only those with abundant vigor and vitality can enter the secret realm this time; it might be dangerous for others.”

When they heard his words, everyone’s expression changed, even Cliff Simmons furrowed his brows.

A Sect elder tentatively asked, “Sect Master Gill, may I ask what kind of danger it is exactly?”

Malcolm Gill glanced at him and said, “It’s nothing serious, just a few Dark Spirits.

However, we elders should better not enter. After all, the slots are limited.”

“This…”

“For every elder that goes in, one less disciple can.”

A hint of coldness flickered on the corner of Malcolm Gill’s mouth, then he suddenly smiled again, saying, “Actually, having more people there is not necessarily helpful, as obtaining magical treasure and elixir pills and such things depends on fate.

Moreover, it’s not the only time the secret realm will open. We can just open it again after some time.”

A lightbulb went off for Cliff Simmons. He thought that Malcolm Gill meant for the disciples to enter first, to scout the path, and after clarifying the situation inside, the elders could go in next time.

With this in mind, he immediately agreed, “I think what Sect Master Gill said makes sense. We as the senior generation, why should we compete with the disciples for opportunities? Don’t you all agree?”

The crowd nodded their heads in agreement.

Only then did Malcolm Gill smile with satisfaction, saying, “As the slots are limited, our Taixu Sect will not send many people in this time.

Let Aaron Gill join you on this journey. We’ll leave the remaining slots to the others.”

“Sect Master Gill is truly generous!”

“You’re the man, Sect Master Gill. Whatever we get this time, the Taixu Sect can pick anything they want.”

“After all, the secret realm originally belongs to the Taixu Sect. It’s only right.”

The elders of the smaller Sects praised Malcolm Gill for his magnanimity, while elders from the four major Sects secretly cursed him as an “old fox.”

The secret realm had not been opened for thousands of years. Who knew what dangers lay within?

The first to enter were like pathfinders. The Taixu Sect only sent one person, and that was Aaron Gill who was at the Foundation Establishment Realm, which meant minimizing the danger to the lowest level.

The other Sects did not have such young cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Realm. Once inside the secret realm, wouldn’t Aaron Gill be the one calling the shots?

Whatever he wanted, who would dare to compete with him?

However, considering the many dangers inside, Cliff Simmons and the others could only grimly accept this decision.

But Nelson Rice, the monk from Hanging Temple, would not agree, snorting coldly, “I don’t care about the others, but our Hanging Temple, everybody gets to go in.”

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