The Luckiest Dumb Doctor - Chapter 439

Chapter 439: Chapter 439 Human Statuette_1

In the cave, Greg Jensen finally realized something was wrong.

He had intended to absorb all the Yin Sha and consolidate his realm in passing, but as he absorbed it, the surrounding Yin Sha not only didn’t decrease, but it gradually increased.

He abruptly opened his eyes and looked ahead, only to see that the black crevice between the two stone doors had grown a bit larger than before.

Whoosh!

A gust of Yin wind blew through, and a large amount of Yin Sha poured out from the gap in the doors.

Greg Jensen’s expression became solemn, he didn’t know what was inside the stone doors, but something that could produce so much Yin Sha was definitely not simple.

He gathered his True Qi, readying the Falling Thunder Technique. If anything weird appeared, he would strike it with lightning first.

Among the techniques he currently mastered, the Falling Thunder Technique was the most powerful, and it was also the most effective against dark forces.

But with great power comes great consumption!

Before his breakthrough, a single Falling Thunder Technique could drain all the True Qi in his body.

Although he had now broken through to the eighth level of the Qi Refinement Realm, he could only cast one more Falling Thunder Technique than before.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, he really did not want to use this technique.

More importantly, with so many people guarding outside, if he were to release the Falling Thunder Technique, it would inevitably attract the attention of others.

If it led to the arrival of other cultivators, that would be troublesome.

The higher you stand, the more you realize your insignificance.

This saying also applied to the current Greg Jensen.

Grandmasters, aside from not knowing any techniques, were almost no different from Qi Refinement cultivators.

If Martial Way experts can cultivate True Qi, then there is no guarantee that in this world, there aren’t cultivators more powerful than Greg Jensen.

Survival of the fittest is the essence of this world.

This has never changed!

If he encountered a cultivator stronger than himself, Greg Jensen didn’t need to think to know what his fate would be.

The Yin Sha continued to flow out steadily from the crevice.

Greg Jensen slowly approached the inner part of the cave, watching the crevice cautiously for a long time. Seeing no movement inside, he mustered his courage, walked to the front of the door, and looked inside through the gap.

The gap was extremely dark, and even with Greg Jensen’s eyesight, he could only see a few meters inside.

All he could see was the Yin Sha that was almost condensing into a material form; he couldn’t make out anything further away.

“This is all money!”

Greg Jensen’s eyes were almost squinting with laughter, but upon second thought, he hesitated.

While the Yin Sha was a treasure to him, it was undoubtedly a disaster for the ordinary people outside.

He could push open the stone doors and enter to cultivate in peace, but once the doors were opened, it wasn’t certain they could be closed again.

If they couldn’t be closed, then the thousands of elite soldiers outside might all be affected.

Greg Jensen was no saint; he could not manage the life and death of others, but if these people died because of him, he couldn’t act as if nothing happened.

Moreover, he still hadn’t figured out what exactly was inside the doors.

This door must not be opened lightly!

Greg Jensen hesitated for a moment, then conjured a miniaturized version of the Fireball Technique and threw it through the gap in the door.

Puff!

The thumb-sized fireball hit the ground, sparking a large shower of sparks and suddenly illuminating the surroundings.

Greg Jensen took the opportunity to look into the distance and saw that behind the door was a corridor made of stone, and at the end of the corridor, there seemed to be two people standing.

People?

Greg Jensen was startled and reflexively took a step back. After patiently waiting for a while and hearing no sound, he calmed down again.

“They must just be statues or something.”

Greg Jensen let out a sigh, and approaching the door again, he threw another, smaller Fireball Technique in the direction of the two “people,” following his previous memory.

This time, the small fireball landed right in front of the two figures, and Greg finally got a clear look at their faces.

They were two exquisitely made statue guards, clad in heavy armor and wielding Long Halberds, resembling awe-inspiring generals.

“It’s really a tomb after all, and it seems the tomb’s owner was no ordinary character.”

If the door guardians were generals, how prestigious must the tomb’s owner be?

In fact, Greg had overlooked a detail: what the two statue guards were guarding was not the door, but the tomb passage—implying the rank of the door guardians might be even higher.

Greg hesitated for a moment, then decided to throw another fireball further in to see what was at the far end.

This time, he conjured a larger fireball and hurled it toward the distance.

However, just as the fireball was about to pass the statue guards, they suddenly moved.

There was a series of crisp cracking sounds as large chunks of clay fell from the statues, revealing shiny armor beneath.

Immediately afterward, two Long Halberds thrust out and deflected the fireball away.

“Retreat!”

Two low shouts that seemed to come from the netherworld suddenly erupted, numbing Greg’s ears; he looked up and met the eyes of the statue guards.

Greg’s head buzzed, his mind went blank, and he stumbled back several steps before steadying himself and then plopping down on the ground.

Sitting on the ground, Greg gasped for air heavily.

He only felt his head swell and his vision blur, barely able to muster strength throughout his body; even the True Qi inside him was somewhat stagnant.

He knew he had injured his Divine Soul and would need to use his Divine Sense to recuperate for several days before he could recover his vigor.

“What in the world is this? A single shout has actually injured my soul.”

Looking at the pitch-black gap of the door, Greg’s heart was already in turmoil.

Although he hadn’t reached the realm of condensing his Divine Soul yet, with the support of his Divine Sense, his soul was many times more resilient than that of an average person.

Even so, he was wounded by the other party with just a shout.

And they were merely statue guards for the tomb!

If the statue guards were this strong, how fearsome must the tomb’s owner be?

Greg dared not think about it and didn’t want to ponder it. All he wanted now was to hurry out and then get a good sleep; he’d find a way tomorrow to seal the stone door.

With his current level of cultivation, this stone door must not be opened.

If previously he had been hesitating about whether to control the spread of the evil spirits and then open the stone door to cultivate inside,

he had now completely abandoned the idea.

Too terrifying!

Greg was certain there were many treasures inside.

But there were also great dangers lurking.

With his current level of cultivation, entering would mean certain death.

Greg listened carefully, and after a long time, seeing that there was still no movement inside, he finally relaxed completely.

“It seems these two statue guards only prevent anyone or anything from crossing them; as long as we don’t go in, there shouldn’t be much trouble.”

Greg took a deep breath to calm his nerves and, mustering his spirits, stood up with the help of the wall and staggered outward.

Inside the cave was pitch-dark, while outside it was as bright as day.

Six or seven searchlights were all aimed at the cave entrance, where Lukas Simon and the others were all waiting nearby.

When Greg emerged, he was met by dozens of eyes.

“Brother Xu, are you alright?”

Lukas Simon was the first to greet him, excited to see Greg emerge, but as he got closer, he noticed that Greg’s face was pale as paper.

He frowned with concern, “Brother Xu, what’s inside? Is there something even you can’t handle?”