The Luckiest Dumb Doctor
Chapter 792 - Chapter 792 Chapter 792 Return to the Old Place_1

Chapter 792: Chapter 792: Return to the Old Place_1 Chapter 792: Chapter 792: Return to the Old Place_1 Returning to Mount Tiantai, Greg Jensen almost thought he had arrived in an unfamiliar environment.

Gazing around, the mountain ranges were covered by dense jungles, with weeds over a man’s height, many paths concealed by brambles and flowers, as if entering a primeval forest.

“I didn’t expect such big changes after a year away!”

Luckily, he was no stranger to this place, parting the weeds, cutting through the thorns, he leisurely strolled up to the mountain top as if on a familiar path.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he finally arrived at the thatched cottage, which he thought would also be overgrown and in a mess.

To Greg’s surprise, the cottage still maintained its original clean and tidy state.

Especially within the range of the Spirit Gathering Array, Spiritual Energy lingered, untainted by a speck of dust–had he not known better, he might have thought someone was cleaning it for him.

Looking at the herb field, which had been unattended for over a year, not only was it undamaged by the animals of the mountain, but it also thrived and remained lush, as seeds scattered with the change of seasons had sprouted a new batch of herbs.

Greg couldn’t help but wonder, with so many animals in the mountains, why would they leave the herbs untouched?

To his knowledge, he had only left a harmless Spirit Gathering Array here; stealing the herbs while he was away would have been an easy feat.

“Grunt grunt!!”

At that moment, from the nearby jungle came a low growl; Greg looked up and saw three wild boars with sharp fangs and thick brown bristles cautiously emerge.

Their eyes were blood-red with a thick sense of threat, their hind paws scrabbling in the soil as if they might charge at any moment.

But quickly, they seemed to recognize the person in front of them and, grunting, they shook their tails and dropped all defenses, moving closer voluntarily, rubbing their greasy bodies against Greg’s clothes.

“Hahaha… is that you guys?”

Greg let them rub against him, laughing instead of getting angry.

Without a doubt, these wild boars were all raised by him a year ago; when he left without having time to eat them, he set them free.

Little did he expect that, after a year apart, the wild boars had fattened up quite a bit and still remembered him.

He looked at the crisscrossed scars on some of the wild boars, then at the intact thatched cottage and herb field, and exclaimed in amazement, “Were you guys the ones guarding this place while I was gone?”

The three wild boars grunted affirmatively, nodding almost human-like.

Then, under Greg’s astonished gaze, they raised their voices high and grunted towards another direction.

Suddenly, rustling noises came from the jungle, and a group of about a dozen gray and white wild rabbits, over half a meter tall, hopped out, each bound taking them three to four meters high.

From the dense woods, eight colorful-tailed wild roosters landed, looking like miniature phoenixes, dragging glass-like tails that emitted a rainbow glow under the sunlight, exceedingly beautiful.

Seeing Greg clearly, these animals enthusiastically crowded around him, chirping away.

Greg was exceedingly happy, never having dreamed that all the animals he had raised remembered him and, furthermore, had helped guard the cottage in his absence.

“Here, these herbs are all a reward for you!”

Greg casually threw dozens of herbs to them, causing the wild boars, wild roosters, and wild rabbits to scurry and scramble for them.

After all, in their eyes, Greg was akin to an Immortal, without his initial guidance, they would certainly not have evolved faster than their kind.

Buzz buzz–

It seemed to sense that these animals were enjoying a feast, and the Alfier egg hidden in his embrace also popped out, buzzing around Greg Jensen to express its dissatisfaction.

“Lulu (squeak)!”

With Alfier’s appearance, the wild boars and hares indulging in the herbs felt an overwhelming bloodline suppression crushing them, immediately becoming so frightened that their limbs went weak, and they prostrated themselves on the ground, their round eyes filled with a hint of fear.

To this, Greg Jensen had already become accustomed; in the animal world, bloodlines were paramount, and it was only natural for ordinary animals to worship Alfier.

He rolled his eyes at Alfier, “I really can’t with you, little one! You just can’t stand to see others eating.”

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of stored beast essence blood and handed it over.

Alfier, ecstatic, spun around his body, creating a strong current of air that swirled the essence blood onto itself.

In the blink of an eye, it had refined all the blood, burped contentedly, and then snuggled obediently back into Greg Jensen’s embrace to sleep.

“Eh, where’s that Goldie I raised? How come it’s just you guys here, where did it run off to?”

Suddenly, Greg Jensen remembered that he also had a dog, and stared doubtfully at the wild boars and fowl in front of him–could it be that in the year he had been away, the dog had gone wild?

The wild boars and fowl exchanged looks, the fear on their faces deepening a bit, and they instinctively looked in one direction, squeaking in panic.

Upon hearing this, Greg Jensen realized something was wrong, “Are you saying, something happened to Goldie? In… that direction?”

He pointed again for confirmation.

All three wild boars nodded, and dramatically, one of them, as if seized by the spirit of an actor, squeaked repeatedly and then suddenly flopped to the ground, sticking its tongue out, mimicking Goldie’s plight.

Seeing this, Greg Jensen wanted to laugh and get angry at the same time, but he could only wave his hand and say, “Go, lead the way! Now that I’m back, not a single one of you guys can go missing!”

By the way, he was curious to see what it was in the mountains that had tangled with Goldie.

Afterward, three wild boars led the way, eight fowl followed, and twelve rabbits guarded on both sides, surrounding Greg Jensen as they made their way into the dense forest.

As soon as they entered, he could clearly feel the temperature around them dropping significantly, and looking up, he could no longer see the sky as it was completely obscured by dense branches and leaves, while the decayed fallen leaves had piled up a thick layer on the ground.

Swish!

Suddenly, a poison snake as thick as an arm, with a red and white pattern, silently targeted Greg Jensen for a sneak attack, opening its wide mouth full of venomous fangs mid-air.

The speed was so swift, like an arrow shot from a bow, that an ordinary person could not possibly react in time, but for Greg Jensen, this was child’s play.

“Seeking death!”

He pointed into the air, ready to shoot out a Sword Qi.

But, at the crucial moment, a pheasant swooped in, its claw grabbing the snake’s body, its sharp beak viciously pecking out its eyes, and then, the poison snake was divided and devoured by the fowls, just like spicy strips.

Hiss!

“Looks like you guys pack a punch, huh!”

Greg Jensen chuckled, thinking the fowls that could both fly and fight were probably delicious, and if he got the chance, he’d catch one to taste!

In the midst of his musings, the two wild boars in front suddenly grunted several times, stopping in their tracks and becoming visibly restless.

Greg Jensen looked ahead and saw the path blocked by thick vines.

“Is this the place?”