The Luckiest Dumb Doctor
Chapter 773 - Chapter 773 Chapter 773 Possessed by Ghost_1

Chapter 773: Chapter 773 Possessed by Ghost_1 Chapter 773: Chapter 773 Possessed by Ghost_1 Greg Jensen stopped in his tracks and calculated for a while according to the directions, only to find that he was indeed in the middle of a Maze Formation.

The formation wasn’t difficult; it was just a simple one designed to confuse a person’s perception.

After determining the directions, Greg hesitated for a moment but didn’t return to the Medicinal Garden. Instead, he continued towards the mountain peak.

He always felt that the sect harbored some kind of conspiracy. His earlier statement about returning to the Medicinal Garden was just to shake off Aaron Gill’s watchful eyes.

He wanted to go up and see what exactly was inside the grand hall.

So Greg moved on, calculating the directions while flying upwards.

The mountain that seemed close was like a horse dying of exhaustion; the grand hall, which appeared within reach, turned out to be as distant as the horizon.

As Greg was rushing upwards at full speed, he suddenly felt lighter. The formation around him vanished.

Then, a piercing scream echoed throughout the whole valley, clearly coming from the direction of Aaron and the others.

Hearing the scream, the people at the Medicinal Garden immediately sprang into action, swarming upwards in a rush.

Greg furrowed his brow, worried about Teresa Cotes’s safety, and swiftly flew down the mountain.

When he reached the fork in the path again, two young sect disciples ran out from the small path in a panic.

Greg instinctively asked, “Where’s Aaron?”

“Run, Wesley has gone mad!”

After saying this, the two disciples ran towards the base of the mountain.

At that moment, Wesley also chased out from the path.

At this time, Wesley had lost his earlier composure. He glared with bloodshot eyes, stumbled in his step, and charged straight at Greg.

Greg’s brow furrowed, and he threw out two silver needles that pierced Wesley’s body.

Wesley stiffened and, with a thud, fell to the ground.

Whoosh!

The sound of slicing through the air abruptly rose!

Nelson Rice, the monk, along with his men, were first on the scene. They arrived just in time to witness Greg’s move and flared up in rage, lunging forward with a punch.

Boom!

The punch, fueled by anger, was extremely forceful, even bursting the air.

Greg felt as though he was facing a bear; not yet in the punch’s reach, the fierce wind already stung his cheeks.

His expression turned cold, and a wave of anger surged in his heart.

This Nelson Rice was far too reckless, initiating an attack without clarity on the situation.

How could the Hanging Temple send such a hotheaded man?

Angered, Greg’s blood surged instantly as he threw a punch of his own.

Crackling!

Layers of blood energy burst forth and solidified into Blood Armour on his fist, visible at the speed of sight.

Bang!

The two fists collided fiercely!

The powerful surge of energy between them echoed like thunderous explosions, deafening to those nearby.

In an instant, violent winds rose, sending grass and trees flying.

The stone path between the two men burst open, revealing spiderweb-like cracks.

Nelson’s face drained of color; he felt as if he had hit a steel plate, and then an irresistible force traveled up his arm.

Suspended in the air with no support, he was sent flying backward.

With a heavy thud, he landed and took several steps back before dissipating the force.

In contrast, Greg seemed unphased, merely swaying before steadying himself firmly on the spot.

“Such great strength,” Nelson remarked involuntarily.

After speaking, he suddenly became serious, and a strange aura surged throughout his body.

Then, a faint golden light shone from his entire body and enveloped him in an instant.

“Amitabha!”

Monk Nelson Rice raised his palm and chanted the holy name, his usually fierce-looking face now exuding a semblance of majestic serenity.

The next second, the Golden Zen Staff appeared in his hand.

Holding the Zen Staff, Monk Nelson Rice said sternly, “Since you dared to injure my nephew, don’t blame me for being impolite!”

Greg Jensen was annoyed, but he didn’t want to start a conflict with Monk Nelson Rice at this time, so he patiently said, “Nelson, I was saving someone, not hurting them, understand?”

“Saving someone?”

Monk Nelson Rice snorted coldly, “Slick words, I…”

He hadn’t finished speaking when two junior disciples from earlier were brought over by the people from Hanging Temple, and Teresa Cotes was with them.

Luis Cotes quickly ran to Greg Jensen’s side and asked, “Brother Bowen, what happened?”

Greg Jensen shook his head and pointed at the two junior disciples, saying, “Nelson, ask them what happened.”

Monk Nelson Rice frowned, grabbed one of the men, and demanded angrily, “Speak, what exactly happened just now?”

The man, clearly terrified, stammered, “After we separated from Brother Bowen, we took a side path…”

“Wait, you said you separated from Bowen Griffin?”

“Yes.”

The junior disciple said, “We came here and encountered a Formation, and at the junction, there was a fork in the road.

Brother Aaron wanted to take the side path, but Brother Bowen disagreed, so we split up.”

Monk Nelson Rice hesitated, glancing at Greg Jensen before saying, “Continue!”

“Yes, yes…”

The junior disciple said, “We followed that side path and arrived at an Elixir Room; we were just about to go in and check it when Brother Wesley suddenly killed my martial uncle…”

“Nonsense, Wesley is one of the most composed, he wouldn’t kill someone for no reason!”

“That’s right, Brother Wesley wouldn’t kill someone without reason, this kid must be lying!”

When they heard that Wesley had killed someone for no apparent reason, the few people from Hanging Temple immediately objected.

The junior disciple was so scared that he shivered and dared not continue.

“All of you shut up, let him continue!”

Monk Nelson Rice roared, silencing the crowd from Hanging Temple. He then said to the junior disciple, “Continue!”

“Yes…”

The junior disciple swallowed hard and continued, “Brother Aaron tried to stop it, but was hit by Wesley and fell down the cliff, along with two other disciples.”

“All this was done by Wesley?”

Monk Nelson Rice asked incredulously, and then with a sudden realization, his face drastically changed, “Are you saying Aaron is dead?”

“I… I don’t know; I only saw Brother Aaron being punched down the cliff by Wesley.”

The junior disciple said with a trembling voice, “He should… he shouldn’t be dead, right?”

Aaron Gill was the head disciple of the Taixu Sect, the inevitable next Sect Leader. If he really died at the hands of Wesley, the grudge would be enormous.

Monk Nelson Rice, although he had little regard for Malcolm Gill, also didn’t want to become enemies with the Taixu Sect.

So, upon hearing that Aaron had been knocked off the cliff by Wesley, he grew anxious and grabbed another surviving junior disciple, demanding, “Is what he just said true?”

“It’s true, we saw it with our own eyes.”

The junior disciple said with a quivering voice, “Brother Wesley must have been Possessed by a Ghost.”

“Yes, yes, that’s very possible, didn’t someone commit suicide by jumping off the cliff before this?”

“You can’t blame Wesley for this, the blame should fall on the Dark Spirit.”

The others chimed in one after another, improving the expression on Monk Nelson Rice’s face.

He turned to Greg Jensen with a stern face, “Even if Wesley wasn’t made like this by you, what were you doing just now?”

“Silver needle to the rescue, sealing his meridians so that he wouldn’t go mad,” Greg Jensen replied icily. “The reputation of Hanging Temple is so grand, don’t you even understand this?”

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