The Luckiest Dumb Doctor - Chapter 432

Chapter 432: Chapter 432: Activation and Evil Dispelling _1

After breakfast, Greg Jensen lay on a lounge chair in the garden, while Amelia Simmons sat beside him, carefully peeled a grape, picked out the seeds with a toothpick and then popped it into his mouth.

The sweet and slightly sour juice burst in his mouth, and Greg Jensen hummed in satisfaction, “These grapes are nice, did you buy them?”

“Yeah, I went to the supermarket with my cousin.”

Pleased with the compliment, Amelia Simmons smiled sweetly and said, “I know you don’t like sour ones, so I took a long time to pick out just the sweetest.”

“Haha, such a good girl.”

Greg Jensen opened his eyes, pinched her cheek, and said, “I’ll reward you more tonight.”

“Nah, I don’t want it.”

Amelia Simmons’s face turned red, and she stuffed the peeled grape directly into his mouth, “That’s not a reward? That’s clearly a punishment, okay?”

“Really? I always thought you liked it.”

“No one likes that.”

Greg Jensen raised his eyebrows, “Then, starting today, how about we don’t do it anymore, deal?”

“Ah, are… are you serious?”

Startled, Amelia Simmons lifted her head and, upon seeing Greg Jensen’s face full of amusement, realized she’d been tricked and said irritably:

“Stop bullying me, I’m not talking to you anymore.”

“Don’t go, who will peel grapes for me then?”

“Mr. Jensen, shall I help you with peeling?”

Patricia Stuart approached just in time.

Seeing this, Amelia Simmons quickly ran back and laughed, “Cousin, let me do it.”

“Alright, fine then.”

Patricia Stuart sat back down, a touch of disappointment on her face.

For the next few days, Greg Jensen spent his time either Dual Cultivating or lying in the backyard, resting while practicing the Guidance Technique.

As for the military camp, he had completely put it out of his mind.

After all, Randy Locke was taking care of things there, and if something really came up, Lukas Simon would definitely give him a call.

Moreover, his cultivation was now close to the eighth level of Qi Refinement, and after breaking through, he would be one step closer to Soaring with the Sword.

…

At the military camp.

An altar was set up at the entrance of a cave, complete with red candles, an incense burner, ritual bells, a Peach Wood Sword, and an assortment of other ritual implements.

In the center of the altar, there was also a statue of Guan Gong.

Typically, a Feng Shui Master like Bradley Ford wouldn’t conduct rituals like a Taoist.

But this time was slightly different.

Based on descriptions from Lukas Simon and others, the cavern was filled with a very dense Yin Sha energy, and ordinary Guan Gong statues couldn’t stand up to it, so they set up an altar, planning to ‘open the light’ and empower the statue of Guan Gong.

In Randy Locke’s view, a Guan Gong statue with abundant Qi could naturally suppress Yin Sha energy, especially one that had been empowered, right?

When the time came, Randy Locke stood before the altar and began the ritual with the Peach Wood Sword in hand.

Lukas Simon stood not too far away, frowning without saying a word, seemingly deep in thought.

Bradley Ford felt the same, though a trace of worry crossed his face.

This so-called ‘opening of the light’ was something known of only from texts, and for him, he had never seen anyone perform it; whether it would work remained to be seen.

He was somewhat concerned that Randy Locke might not be able to handle the Yin Sha and that he might even bring trouble upon himself.

However, thoughts at this point meant nothing; he could only hope that things would turn out for the better.

He glanced at Randy Locke, who was waving the Peach Wood Sword at the altar, then at Troy Milton and the others standing aside, feeling a bit annoyed.

If not for Troy Milton’s connection, why would the Ford Family get involved in such murky waters?

“Bind!”

Lost in thought, Bradley Ford was suddenly brought back to reality by Randy Locke’s loud command.

He looked up and saw the statue of Guan Gong bathed in sunlight, looking majestic and somewhat divine.

Is it done?

Bradley Ford hurried over, “Uncle Master, how did it go?”

Troy Milton and the others, seeing this, gathered around.

Randy Locke looked at the statue of Guan Gong and said, “Hmm, it should be done!”

Upon hearing this, Troy Milton was overjoyed and laughed, “Master Locke is indeed as reputed!”

“Haha, Master Locke is really impressive.”

“Master Locke, rest assured, as long as the negative energy is resolved, we’ll definitely not let you down.”

Simon Cooper and Trent Preston were very happy, for if they truly could resolve the negative energy, they could not only block Barry Wolfe’s path but also make connections with Lukas Simon.

Not to mention, as long as they got on good terms with Lukas Simon, the Stuart Family would certainly not treat them unfairly.

Listening to the compliments of several people, Randy Locke showed a pleased expression on his face. Looking at the majestic statue of Guan Gong, he nodded in satisfaction and said:

“Alright, let’s bring it in now.”

“Master Locke, please!”

The others quickly dispersed, allowing Randy Locke to carry the statue of Guan Gong towards the cave.

Lukas Simon stood near the cave, frowning, “Master Locke, are you confident?”

“Does the director not trust me?” Randy Locke retorted.

Lukas Simon’s brow furrowed slightly; he did not like Randy Locke’s showy character much.

But seeing Randy Locke’s brimming confidence, he didn’t ask further and instead said:

“Master Locke, remember, once you reach the stone door, don’t go any further inside, it’s very dangerous.”

“Don’t worry, I know.”

Randy Locke said carelessly, “I’ll just place the statue of Guan Gong at the entrance.”

“Alright.”

Lukas Simon nodded, “Then I wish Master Locke triumph and success.”

“Haha, thank you!”

Randy Locke carried the statue of Guan Gong into the cave, his posture one of pride, like a Champion Scholar stepping into the Golden Palace for the first time.

The mouth of the cave was dark and unfathomable, a cold breeze blew incessantly, carrying a fishy smell, like a giant beast lying in wait, its huge mouth open for prey.

As Randy Locke’s figure was swallowed by the darkness, silence once again fell, as still as death.

Bradley Ford clenched his fists, his face tense as he stared fixedly at the cave entrance.

He no longer hoped to resolve the negative energy, only wishing for Randy Locke’s safe return and that no trouble would befall the Ford family.

Lukas Simon also appeared somewhat solemn; he had sought several Feng Shui Masters before, all to no avail. Randy Locke looked stronger than the others, hoping he could thoroughly solve the problem.

A question suddenly arose in his heart, would he have these doubts if it were Barry Wolfe?

Probably not!

Although young, Barry Wolfe gave people a sense of stability, inspiring a kind of inexplicable trust, making one unconsciously want to rely on and believe in him.

Moreover, he had exorcised the negative energy from his body, proving he indeed had means to deal with it.

Ever since Greg Jensen helped him remove the negative energy a few days ago, he felt better with each passing day.

The sensation was peculiar, undetectable to ordinary people; only those like Lukas Simon, who had suffered from the assault of negative energy, could feel the change after its eradication.

Lukas Simon glanced at the cave entrance and then looked at Troy Milton and the other two, chatting and laughing. His expression grew darker.

From beginning to end, it was these people causing trouble—if not for them, Barry Wolfe might have already cleared the negative energy in the cave.

Just wait a little longer—if Randy Locke fails, then they’ll bring in Barry Wolfe.

Just then, footsteps suddenly echoed from inside the cave.

Everyone’s hearts lifted, all eyes turning toward the cave.

After a short while, Randy Locke walked out carrying the statue of Guan Gong.