The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 539 - Lin Family Treasury_1

Chapter 539: Chapter 539 Lin Family Treasury_1

The fingerprint and password were verified, and the anti-theft door opened slowly.

Old Master Locke said with a smile, “This is the Locke family’s treasure vault. Feel free to take whatever you like after you enter, Greg. There’s no need to stand on ceremony with me.”

“Haha, then I won’t be polite.”

Greg didn’t refuse. Since the other party was offering benefits, it would seem petty to decline. He would simply accept them graciously.

If it really came down to it, he could think of a way to make it up to them later.

“Theresa, you should come in as well.”

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“Okay, Grandfather.”

The two entered the treasure vault, and Greg couldn’t help but inwardly admire that the Lockes, as a major Mystic City household, had a much larger vault than others.

He had visited the Preston and Cooper family vaults, which were only a few dozen square meters in size. The Locke’s vault was easily three to four hundred square meters.

As far as the eye could see, there were densely packed shelves all around, categorically filled with various antiques, jewelry, medicinal materials, and other valuable items.

Dozens of years old ginseng, rarely seen outside, were plentiful here, with more than a dozen roots.

After doing a round of the vault, Greg had managed to gather the ingredients for two more Qi Condensing Pills.

“Greg, take a look and see if there’s anything else you need. Don’t be shy with me,” Mason said generously.

Greg smiled and replied, “This is quite enough, your grandfather will surely grieve over the number of medicinal materials I’m taking.”

Theresa chuckled, “Let him grieve. Don’t mind him, anyway, these materials are just sitting here. Take what you need.”

Greg laughed and said, “Haha, no need. It’s better if you show me that thing.”

At his words, Theresa’s expression turned serious and she said, “Follow me,” then headed towards the deepest part of the vault.

There, she lifted a painting, revealing a safe embedded in the wall.

Greg consciously turned away, only turning back when he heard the sound of the safe being opened behind him.

He saw Theresa carefully lifting a box from the safe, the exterior wrapped in brocade so its contents were not visible.

Theresa placed the box on a nearby table, unfolded the brocade, and revealed a small box made of sandalwood.

The box appeared old, its exterior carved with intricate patterns. Staring closely at it for a while gave one a dizzying sensation.

Immediately, Greg circulated his True Qi, and his mind cleared in an instant. When he looked at the box again, his face grew serious.

He had realized that the patterns on the outside of the box were clearly a small-scale protective charm, used to seal the item inside.

“Be careful, Greg. There’s something odd about this box,” cautioned Theresa while slowly opening the box.

Greg’s face grew tense, as he circulated his True Qi, remaining on guard.

Fortunately, when the box opened, nothing peculiar occurred. A small sword quietly lay inside the box.

The small sword was only slightly larger than a palm, with an ancient style. The entire blade was covered in thick rust, lifeless, betraying no sign of Spiritual Energy.

However, upon seeing the small sword, Greg felt his mind and spirits tremble.

It was not only a Flying Sword, but the quality was also far from poor; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been sealed in that box.

Besides the external box, the thick layer of rust on the surface of the Flying Sword was also a protective charm.

Two layers of charms signified that the Flying Sword was teeming with spirit. Without the seals, it was likely it could have escaped on its own.

Once refined through the Sword Control Technique, the layer of rust on the surface would fall off on its own, revealing the true form of the Flying Sword.

At this moment, Greg’s heart uncontrollably began to beat rapidly.

He instinctively reached out to grasp the Flying Sword in his hand, but the next second, he drew his hand back.

The flying sword wasn’t his yet, and he feared he might not be able to resist refining it on the spot.

If he had seen this flying sword anywhere else, he would have undoubtedly picked it up without hesitation, and then, regardless of whether it would mean to forcefully take it or to buy it, he would have made it his own.

But this place was the Locke family estate, and that made all the difference.

Greg Jensen considered Theresa Locke a friend and naturally, he wouldn’t rob a friend.

It was precisely because of this that he was genuinely afraid he might accidentally refine the flying sword, leading to a situation he couldn’t resolve.

Theresa Locke, unaware of his concerns, chuckled, “Greg, if you want to touch it, go ahead; it’s fine. Other than the box being somewhat peculiar on the outside, there really isn’t anything remarkable about it.”

Greg stretched out his hand, then shook his head, “No need, take me to see the old master. I have something I need to discuss with him.”

“You…”

Theresa was taken aback, her expression turning serious. She nodded, “Let’s go, we’ll find grandfather.”

“Hmm.”

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The two left the study to find that Mason Locke was still sitting inside.

Mason Locke’s gaze circled Greg’s hands and seeing that he only took some herbs, couldn’t help but complain, “Why take so little? Do you look down on our family’s treasury?”

Greg laughed, “Old master, these items are hard to find elsewhere, and I am already very content being able to take so many rare herbs.”

“Haha, as long as you are happy,” Mason laughed heartily.

Greg hesitated for a moment, then said, “Old master, there’s a matter I would like to discuss with you.”

Mason Locke laughed, “Haha, if there’s anything I can help with, Mr. Jensen, don’t hesitate to speak.”

“I want that sword,” Greg said straightforwardly.

Theresa had already guessed Greg’s intention when they were inside, but still couldn’t help being surprised when he uttered the words.

Mason Locke’s face stiffened, his smile gradually fading as he became serious.

An almost imperceptible aura began to spread slowly, causing Theresa to step back unconsciously, while Greg stood still, unflinchingly firm.

Mason Locke’s brow furrowed slightly, and with a sudden withdrawal of his aura, he said sternly, “Theresa must have told you that because of that sword, our family has already offended the Preston Family.

Do you still want it?”

Greg nodded, “That’s right.”

A thought struck Mason Locke, and he asked in astonishment, “Have you discovered its secret?”

Greg smiled and shook his head, “Not really, but when I saw the sword, I felt a sense of déjà vu, so I thought it might be an artifact from my master’s lineage.”

An artifact from the master’s lineage, as the name suggests, is something passed down within a school of cultivation.

Such artifacts usually resonate with the school’s techniques and can unleash greater power, making them extremely important to a sect.

Of course, the so-called artifact from the master’s lineage was mere nonsense, Greg simply didn’t wish to tell the truth.

Mason Locke said indifferently, “This object was originally ownerless, our Locke family was just holding it on behalf of someone else.

Mr. Jensen’s so-called artifact from the master’s lineage, surely it isn’t just greed talking?”

“Grandfather, Greg is not that kind of person,” Theresa interjected.

Mason Locke gave her a sharp glance, then said to Greg, “Mr. Jensen, I am sorry, but that object was left with the Locke family by someone else. I can’t give it to you.”

Greg smiled, looking relaxed, “Old master, aren’t you interested in hearing my conditions?”

“I am sorry, I will state it again, that item isn’t ours, our family is merely looking after it, and we have no right to give it away.”

Greg’s expression became slightly solemn as he said earnestly, “I have a method to effortlessly reach the Grandmaster level, isn’t old master interested in a trade?”