The Luckiest Dumb Doctor
Chapter 775 - Chapter 775 Chapter 775 Twelve Bronze Figures_1

Chapter 775: Chapter 775: Twelve Bronze Figures_1 Chapter 775: Chapter 775: Twelve Bronze Figures_1 Matthew Harrison looked at Greg Jensen and the others walking away and snorted, “Let’s go, back to the Medicinal Garden!”

“Alright, back to the Medicinal Garden, there sure are a lot of good things there!”

The disciples of the Dongxuan Sect cheered and followed Matthew Harrison towards the Medicinal Garden.

Seeing this, the disciples from the smaller sects hastily followed behind.

After all, the benefits in the Medicinal Garden were tangible; why would they let go of the ready benefits to go on an adventure with the people from the Hanging Temple?

On the other side, Greg Jensen led the disciples of the Hanging Temple back onto the stone-paved road, while the maze Formation was activated once again.

“Follow my footsteps.”

Greg Jensen moved left and then right, his figure fleeting and uncertain.

The monk Nelson Rice saw this and couldn’t help but grow curious. “Do you also know about Formations?” he asked.

“A bit!” Greg Jensen replied.

Uncle Master, your strength is impressive. Why haven’t I heard of your name before?” Nelson Rice monk couldn’t help but praise as his impression of Greg Jensen grew increasingly favorable.

As everyone knows, each of the Five Great Sects has its strengths and weaknesses; the Danxia Sect is most adept at Alchemy, while Formations have always been the Dongxuan Sect’s forte.

Therefore, Greg Jensen’s actions were very novel in the eyes of Nelson Rice.

“Gavin Ward, that old fox, sure has hidden deep,” he thought.

In the eyes of Nelson Rice, Greg Jensen was powerful enough to stand on equal footing with him, and he had not neglected Danxia Sect’s techniques.

What was most outrageous was that this fellow even understood Formations.

In this age where the law had fallen to near oblivion, possessing such strength meant that one’s talent was undeniably extraordinary, not even a whit inferior to Aaron Gill’s.

Such an impressive disciple had somehow remained unknown; undoubtedly, the Danxia Sect had deliberately concealed him.

Thinking of this, Nelson Rice grew excited internally.

He blinked and leaned towards Greg Jensen, “Nephew Bowen, would you be interested in joining our Hanging Temple?

If you are willing to come over, the position of the next head is yours.”

Greg Jensen was stunned and then smiled wryly.

However, Teresa Cotes beside him turned dark with anger and couldn’t help but remind him, “Uncle Nelson, Bowen is the sole son of Elder Marshall Griffin from our sect.”

After saying this, she herself was taken aback.

It was only then that she realized the person before her was not actually Bowen Griffin.

Nelson Rice laughed heartily, “Elder Griffin can also come over, right? He’s of such an age already; it’s not like he’s going to marry and have children, right?

Even if he really wants to, it’s no problem; he can become an honorary protector,” Rice said.

“Uncle Nelson!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop talking, haha.”

Nelson Rice saw that Teresa Cotes was truly getting angry and didn’t continue, about to change the subject when Greg Jensen suddenly stopped.

He looked up, only to realize that the group had arrived at a plaza, and at the far end of the plaza was that great hall.

The plaza was still paved with bluestone, but the ground here was covered everywhere with dark red blotches, and even the crevices between the stone slabs were filled with red.

Those red blotches were like patches of dried bloodstains!

Besides, there were twelve copper statues standing on the plaza, arranged in a strange Formation.

Moreover, these statues were all ferocious in appearance, wielding sharp blades, and exuded a chilling coldness from head to toe.

A Disciple of the Hanging Temple muttered, “This… this secret realm, is it really the ancestral home of the Taixu Sect?”

“Yeah, why does it look so eerie?”

“Hey, those copper statues aren’t watching us, are they?”

The disciples from the Hanging Temple were becoming increasingly anxious.

Nelson Rice knitted his brows and said solemnly, “Everyone be careful, I have a feeling that something is not right here.”

Before his words had settled, Greg Jensen took the lead and strode forward.

“Bowen Griffin, Nephew…”

“You all stay put right where you are.”

Without looking back, Jensen spoke out and then stopped about ten meters away from the bronze statues.

He carefully examined the position of the twelve bronze statues and felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.

Because he noticed that these twelve statues vaguely formed a Formation, seemingly determined to slaughter any intruder that came their way.

Which normal Sect would set up such a stance at the entrance to their main hall?

Even more important, he found several footprints at the edge of the plaza, identical in size to those of the bronze statues.

These footprints were not covered with dust like other areas of the square, but were very clean, as if they had just been moved.

In other words, these bronze statues could move!

And not long ago, these bronze statues had just formed the formation before them.

As for whom they were guarding against, that went without saying.

At this time, Monk Nelson Rice also walked over and quietly asked, “Nephew Bowen Griffin, what has happened?”

Jensen shared his findings with him.

Upon hearing this, Monk Nelson Rice’s expression darkened again, and he huffed coldly, “That old fellow Malcolm Gill really has no good intentions.”

“My suggestion is that we leave now, wait near the exit, wait for the exit to open again.

By then, whether you want to find Malcolm Gill to demand an explanation or do something else, it will be convenient.”

Jensen felt that this secret realm was actually a conspiracy. Although he did not know the specifics, he was sure they absolutely should not follow the rhythm laid out by the Taixu Sect.

After all, his sole purpose in coming to Taixu Sect was to find Louisa Burley. After exiting the secret realm, he could simply confront Taixu Sect directly.

If that didn’t work, then he had to rely on strength to speak.

However, hearing his words, Monk Nelson Rice showed some difficulty and said, “Nephew Bowen Griffin, let’s not rush to leave. Let’s still have a look inside the main hall.

We have come all this way, who leaves Treasure Mountain empty-handed?”

Jensen shook his head, speaking indifferently, “You go if you want, I’m heading back.”

Seeing him about to leave, Monk Nelson Rice could not help feeling anxious. Jensen was powerful, nearly matching his own strength, and he was knowledgeable in formations and medicine.

If Jensen left, Monk Rice wasn’t confident he could continue adventuring in the secret realm with just the few people from the Hanging Temple.

Monk Nelson Rice quickly said, “Nephew Bowen Griffin, don’t hurry off. There’s room to negotiate. How about this, we’ll split the treasures obtained this time fifty-fifty.”

“No need, I’m not interested in those things…”

Jensen had only gotten halfway through his sentence when he suddenly paused, a bitter smile flashing across his handsome face.

He said with a wry smile, “It’s no use talking now; even if you want to leave, I’m afraid you can’t anymore.”

“Hm? What do you mean?” Monk Nelson Rice was full of confusion.

Before he could finish speaking, a Disciple of the Hanging Temple exclaimed, “Why has such a thick fog suddenly arisen?”

“Hey, look, the bronze statue is moving!”

Monk Nelson Rice felt a sudden sense of dread and turned around to look, indeed seeing black mist rising all around them, slowly creeping inward.

And the eyes of those twelve bronze statues were now glowing red as they stared intently at the crowd.

“This is…”

“Get ready for a fight!”

Before Jensen could finish talking, the twelve bronze statues suddenly came to life.

“Kill!”

The archaic tone abruptly erupted, carrying boundless killing intent that made hearts tremble with fear.

The twelve bronze statues raised their giant swords and fiercely struck down at the crowd!