The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 662 - Middle Stage of Foundation

Chapter 662: Chapter 662: Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment_1

Chapter 662 -662: Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment_1

Just three days had passed, and it felt as if he had practiced for three months. Greg Jensen grew increasingly interested in this cultivation technique.

Continuing to cultivate would surely bring him even greater surprises.

Greg Jensen took a deep breath, suppressing the joy in his heart, and sat down to meditate and regulate his breathing.

Once the excitement within him had completely subsided, a sharp glint flashed across Greg Jensen’s eyes, and he began to absorb the Spiritual Energy from the Jade Stone to solidify his realm.

A vast stream of Spiritual Energy unfolded from within him. After breaking through to the middle stage of foundation building, the Spiritual Energy became even more vast and thick, like a surging river, endless and tireless.

Greg Jensen shook his body, and an invisible wave of air rippled out from him toward all directions, the momentum was frightening.

He closed his eyes and extended his Divine Sense, which now covered a much larger area than before.

Successfully breaking through to the middle stage of foundation building was, for Greg Jensen, the greatest breakthrough in recent times.

Clenching his fist, feeling the boundless power within his body, a meaningful smile emerged on Greg Jensen’s lips.

Now that the toxins in his body were completely removed, and his realm had successfully broken through to the middle stage of foundation building, his strength had surged greatly.

Greg Jensen did not continue to cultivate, knowing well the principle of not biting off more than you can chew.

What he needed to do now was to make his realm more stable, taking one step at a time. For any cultivation technique, the most taboo thing was to rush impatiently.

After some thought, although he had looted many Jade Stones from the hands of various warlords recently, most of them contained a lot of impurities—only a few were of premium quality.

Therefore, his next step was still to collect as many Jade Stones as possible.

However, Jade Stones were of secondary concern. What troubled Greg Jensen the most were the precious herbs required for Core Formation, none of which he had found.

Although the strength of his Divine Soul had greatly improved with the help of the Nine Nether Soul Snatching Method, Greg Jensen’s heart still felt uneasy.

Core Formation was extremely dangerous after all; a slight mishap could lead to demonic possession, or even cause one’s body to explode and die.

The Spiritual Energy inside a cultivator’s body during foundation building must slowly solidify into a core, a process fraught with peril, where a single misstep could lead to total failure.

If Core Formation failed, the Dantian would be completely destroyed, not only greatly reducing one’s strength, but more crucially, eliminating any possibility of Core Formation in the future, cutting off one’s path of cultivation forever.

Of course, this was the better outcome. The worst was death—something not so uncommon.

If an ordinary Magician were to undergo Core Formation, it would not be so troublesome. However, Greg Jensen intended to form a tier-nine Golden Core, a supreme quality that stood above all Magicians, the difficulty of which was self-evident.

It was precisely because he knew the dangers that Greg Jensen wanted to make all the necessary preparations thoroughly.

“Do your best and let fate do the rest.” Once he had done everything he could, the rest would be up to destiny.

With these thoughts in mind, Greg Jensen began to contemplate where to find those rare herbs.

Suddenly, he thought of the Dragon King’s Palace.

Now that he possessed the Dragon King Ring, and no one knew Owen Anderson had died, he might as well pretend to be Owen Anderson, kill Neil Griffin first, then figure out a way to take control of the entire Dragon King’s Palace.

Once the entire Dragon King’s Palace was his, wouldn’t all its treasures fall into his hands?

An organization even stronger than the Hell Palace, its foundation was bound to be very solid, possibly containing the herbs he needed.

Furthermore, Greg Jensen’s ambitions didn’t stop there. He even considered subjugating the eight countries in Southeast and using their strength to help him acquire resources.

Only in this way could he assemble the required herbs in the shortest time possible.

No sooner said than done, Greg Jensen immediately used the Disguise Technique to transform himself into the likeness of Owen Anderson. Next, he had to think of a way to lure the other party into making an appearance.

Now Neil Griffin was searching for Owen Anderson, who was so frightened that he could only shrink back in his hotel room, daring not to show his face.

Greg Jensen, who was disguised as Owen Anderson, acted out of character, making a conspicuous appearance in the bustling areas of the city as if he was afraid of going unnoticed.

Neil Griffin had long known that Owen Anderson was in the city, but he didn’t know his exact whereabouts, so he deployed a large number of men to cover every corner of the city.

The moment Owen Anderson showed up, he would be immediately targeted.

For several days in a row, Greg’s ostentatious public appearance inevitably caught the attention of Neil Griffin’s subordinates.

In a narrow and dim alley, Greg strolled forward with his hands casually tucked into his pockets.

Four silent figures were stealthily encircling him, blocking both ends of the alley.

Indeed, these four were Neil Griffin’s men, and they had one purpose for being there, which was to assassinate Owen Anderson!

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In their eyes, with all four attacking together, Owen Anderson was certain to die.

What they didn’t know, however, was that they were the prey.

And the hunter was Greg!

“Owen Anderson! Prepare to die!”

There were no superfluous words when they met; the four men charged at Greg together.

Greg, still in disguise as Owen Anderson, remained unruffled even now, with a hint of a contemptuous smile flickering at the corner of his mouth.

With a sudden flash, Greg disappeared from his spot.

When he reappeared, it was already behind one of the men.

Crack!

Without the slightest hesitation, Greg broke the man’s neck with a twist of his hand, then turned his gaze to another.

Though these four were superior to ordinary people, they were no match for Greg, and three were down in an instant.

At this moment, the only one left stared at Greg in horror and asked with a trembling voice, “You… you’re not Owen Anderson, who are you?!”

He was one of Owen Anderson’s attendants, and he knew Owen extremely well, aware that Owen didn’t possess such formidable strength.

“Traitor!”

Greg looked coldly at the man, speaking in Owen Anderson’s voice:

“Luckily, my father left me a powerful cultivation technique, or else I wouldn’t be a match for you guys.”

“Tell me, where is Neil Griffin? I want to end that traitor’s life with my own hands!”

“You? Hahaha… you can’t possibly be his match.”

The man sneered, “I advise you to flee while you can, because once he finds this place, you are dead without a doubt!”

Greg let out a disdainful laugh, his eyes piercingly fixed on the man’s, and as a strange light passed by, the man’s eyes began to dull.

“I… will take you to… Neil Griffin.”

The man who had been resisting just a moment ago had turned docile, willingly leading the way.

This was the power of the Yin Yang Eyes: they could not only kill directly but also use strong spiritual power to hypnotize and control someone.

To catch a thief, one must capture the king first. Luring these underlings out was just the first step in Greg’s plan; his true target was Neil Griffin!