The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 441 - 441 Wind Control Skill_1

Chapter 441: Chapter 441 Wind Control Skill_1

Near the West River Valley mountain forest.

The mountain breeze swept through.

A figure light as a feather raced through the forest with the wind at bewildering speed.

Wind Control Skill!

It allowed the body to be as light as down and to move with the wind. It was quite useful for small-scale dodging and maneuvering and also beneficial for ascending heights and leaping distances.

Besides, if one had profound cultivation, they could even make their body hover in the air, as if soaring.

Of course, with Greg Jensen’s Qi Refinement at the eighth level, this was definitely not possible unless he had hundreds of Qi and Blood Elixirs to restore his True Qi; otherwise, sustained hovering was impossible.

Greg Jensen frolicked in the forest for a while, reveling in the lightness of his body, almost letting out a long howl toward the sky.

That sense of absolute freedom was just too exhilarating!

Want to climb a tree?

A light tap on the trunk with both feet, and one’s body would float upwards with the breeze, falling back down was just a matter of intention.

“Haha! Awesome!”

Greg Jensen let out a howl and then stopped at the edge of a cliff, standing with his hands behind him under the bright moonlight.

He gazed into the distance, laughing heartily, venting a feeling of pent-up frustration.

That sense of floating desire for transcendence gave him the illusion that at any moment he could ride the winds away.

As though he had already become a spirit of this world, merged with the heavens and earth.

Greg Jensen knew he was still far from that, it belonged to a much higher realm.

However, that sensation of unbound freedom made him feel, in this very moment, that he was truly a cultivator.

He stood on the cliff’s edge, glanced down, and with a slight smirk, he leaped, plunging towards the ground dozens of meters away.

The Wind Control Skill deployed, as if a gentle breeze upheld his body, drifting along the cliff’s edge.

With each light tap on the protrusion of the mountainside, he could eliminate most of the downward force.

By the time he was only a few meters from the ground, he had shed all momentum, and he truly landed as lightly as a feather on the ground.

Greg Jensen smiled again, hands behind his back, he strolled leisurely back to the camp.

…

At the camp.

Lukas Simon sat in his tent, leisurely drinking tea.

Elijah Hall stood by his side, hesitating to speak, “Commander, could Mr. Xu have left already?”

Lukas Simon shook his head, “No, Mr. Xu seems like a man of deep feelings. Even if he couldn’t contain the Yin Sha, he would have told me directly instead of leaving without a word.”

Just then, footsteps sounded, and Greg Jensen walked in from outside.

Lukas Simon laughed heartily, somewhat proudly saying, “See, what did I tell you?”

Elijah Hall’s face reddened, and he bowed slightly to Greg Jensen before turning to continue his guard duty outside the tent.

“Brother Xu, please, have a seat.”

Lukas Simon gestured for Greg Jensen to sit beside him, showing concern, “Brother Xu, how is your health?”

“It’s no longer a problem.”

Greg Jensen smiled and said, “Lukas, you’ll need to help prepare some things for me. As soon as it’s daybreak tomorrow, I plan to seal the stone gate.”

“So soon?”

Lukas Simon startled, “Don’t you need a few more days to rest?”

“No need! It’s better to seal the stone gate sooner rather than later to avoid unnecessary trouble,” said Greg Jensen, shaking his head. Now, just thinking about those two terrifying statues gave him some lingering fear. Had he not broken through to the eighth level of Qi Refinement, he might have died there.

It was best to seal off such a malevolent place early. Before possessing adequate strength, he would not risk exploring beyond the stone gate again, no matter what.

Lukas Simon knew very well that Greg Jensen wasn’t one to beat around the bush; since he was in such a hurry, there must be a good reason for it.

“Okay, I’ll get you some paper and a pen so you can write down everything you need, and I’ll have them start preparing right away,” he said.

“All right,” Jensen replied.

Lukas stood up, fetched some paper and a pen from the desk, and then went outside to call Elijah Hall in.

After Jensen had written down everything he needed, he handed the note to Elijah Hall.

Lukas instructed, “Arrange for a helicopter, and make preparations quickly.”

Elijah Hall hesitated, “Sir, the helicopters have been mobilized too frequently these past few days, and the city isn’t exactly our turf. I’m worried…”

Lukas’s expression turned cold, “Worried about what? Just do what I told you to do. If anyone has anything to say, tell them to come say it to my face at my camp!”

“Yes, sir!”

Elijah Hall saluted and walked out briskly.

“Brother Xu, I’ll find you a place to rest first. I’ll come get you once the items arrive,” Lukas said.

“Thanks, Brother Lukas,” Jensen said.

Following Lukas Simon to a separate barracks, Jensen was just about to take a bath and sleep when a knock suddenly sounded at the door.

“Mr. Xu, are you there?”

Jensen recognized the voice as Bradley Ford’s and replied, “Come in, the door’s unlocked.”

“Okay.”

Bradley Ford entered the room, followed by Randy Locke.

Randy Locke glanced up at Jensen, and when he saw that Jensen was looking over, he quickly diverted his gaze.

With a helpless sigh, Bradley Ford said, “Mr. Xu, I’ve come to apologize with my senior apprentice uncle.”

Jensen acted as if he hadn’t heard, slowly turning his chair to sit behind the desk before raising his eyes to look at Randy Locke.

“How do you plan to apologize?” Jensen asked.

Randy Locke’s face turned red. At his age, in his fifties or sixties and somewhat renowned in the south, how could he bring himself to apologize to a young man?

Bradley Ford nudged him and whispered, “Senior Uncle, please say something.”>

Grinding his teeth, Randy Locke steeled himself and said, “Mr. Xu, I’m sorry. I was blind to your greatness before. Please don’t hold it against me.”

After saying that, he could no longer bear it and turned to leave.

Bradley Ford quickly grabbed him, “What about the item? Hand it over!”

“I…”

A tinge of reluctance flashed across Randy Locke’s face.

Bradley Ford said in exasperation, “You’re already old, and you can’t cultivate, nor do you have disciples or children to pass it down to. Why keep it for yourself?

Moreover, it’s obscure and difficult to understand. After researching it for so many years, haven’t you still figured it out?”

“Alright, fine,” Randy Locke sighed, took out a sheepskin scroll from his bosom, looked at it deeply, then respectfully presented it to Jensen.

Jensen was taken aback for a moment, opening the scroll to find, to his astonishment, that it contained a set of external martial arts techniques known as the Divine Dragon Transformation.

“This is…”

“This is a cultivation technique I found in an ancient tomb when I was younger, helping someone with feng shui,” Randy Locke recounted with a nostalgic glow in his eyes. “I’ve studied it for many years, but I still don’t understand how to practice it.

According to the description, the Divine Dragon Transformation should be an external martial arts technique, something like the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt, used for training the body.

However, it doesn’t have the usual elixir concoctions for tempering that external martial arts typically use, so…”

He showed a hint of shame on his face and sighed, “So after all these years, I still haven’t figured out exactly what it is.”