The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 540: Chapter 540 Shock_1

“What did you say?”

Theresa Locke’s grandfather suddenly stood up, his face filled with shock as he looked towards Greg Jensen.

Dark Strength is the first threshold for all martial artists, but this threshold is very easy to cross, as long as one is willing to put in the effort, more than seventy percent of martial artists can enter the Dark Strength Period.

However, reaching the Master Realm is a different story. Eighty, even ninety percent of martial artists spend their whole lives unable to enter the Master Realm.

Out of ten thousand ordinary martial artists, maybe seven or eight thousand can enter Dark Strength, but among these seven or eight thousand Dark Energy Martial Artists, only a few can enter the Master Realm.

It was for this reason that Theresa Locke’s grandfather was instantly stunned upon hearing Greg Jensen’s words, but after a moment, he felt it was impossible.

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He smiled faintly and said, “Mr. Wolfe, you must be talking in your sleep, aren’t you? If you truly had such a method, wouldn’t the sect you belong to have already dominated the entire martial world?”

“The martial world?”

Greg Jensen scoffed disdainfully and said, “What is that? Only people like you, caught up in the secular world, would take the so-called status in the martial world seriously.”

“Are you…?”

Theresa Locke’s grandfather seemed to think of something, a new shock in his heart, and an indescribable fear flashed across his face.

“That’s right, Theresa Locke’s grandfather knows what’s best.”

Greg Jensen’s face remained calm, but his head was full of question marks.

He said this to partially reveal some of his abilities, in order to gain the old man’s trust, to make him believe that he truly had an easy way to enter the Master Realm.

However, watching Theresa Locke’s grandfather’s reaction, it seemed he was mistaken for someone extraordinary.

That was also fine; it saved him the need for further explanation.

Limited by their initial cultivation methods, most martial artists find it difficult to advance further after reaching Complete Dark Power and to achieve Grandmaster status.

In the Immortal Cultivation Method, there is no such thing as the Master Realm; there are no thresholds, just seven levels of Qi Refinement. As long as one has the requisite amount of True Qi, they can break through the barrier.

Therefore, for Greg Jensen, by following the Guidance Technique and slightly modifying the Locke family’s Cultivation Technique, it was possible to greatly reduce the difficulty of cultivating into the Master Realm.

Theresa Locke’s grandfather stared at Greg Jensen intently, not missing even the slightest change in him, as if trying to discern the truth from his expressions.

After a long look, Greg Jensen still appeared calm and collected, with a faint smile on his face.

It was as if for him, ascending to Grandmaster was as simple as eating and drinking.

Theresa Locke’s grandfather frowned slightly and said to Theresa Locke beside him, “Theressa, step outside for a moment. I need to have a proper talk with Mr. Wolfe.”

Theresa Locke, taken aback, silently nodded, casting a pleading look towards Greg Jensen, as if asking him, on her face’s behalf, to not take her grandfather’s words to heart.

Seeing Greg Jensen nod, she then turned and left the study.

Click!

The door closed, and the study became instantly quiet.

Theresa Locke’s grandfather tentatively asked, “Mr. Wolfe, which place do you come from?”

Which place?

Greg Jensen was puzzled inside, but his expression remained unchanged as he said flatly, “That’s not a question you should be asking.”

Theresa Locke’s grandfather’s expression tightened, then he put on a sycophantic smile like a junior, nodding and saying, “You’re right, Mr. Wolfe. It’s indeed not my place to ask.”

Greg Jensen frowned and said impatiently, “Doesn’t the Locke family keep that sword to unravel its secrets?”

“Indeed.”

Theresa Locke’s grandfather nodded with a smile and asked, “What is Mr. Wolfe’s view on this?”

“View?”

Greg Jensen chuckled lightly, derisively saying, “I’ll tell you plainly, there are no secrets on it, and for people like you, that sword is even less useful than a sharp dagger.

Let me put it this way, even if you are merely a pitiful Master Realm expert, if you don’t get it right, you won’t be able to use it.”

“This…” Master Lin suddenly hesitated.

“Don’t believe it?”

With a smile, Greg Jensen casually flicked a streak of cold light that was utterly silent yet as fast as thunder.

Almost as soon as Master Lin saw Greg’s movement, before he could react, the cold light had already reached his eyes.

Master Lin was shocked, his body hair stood on end, and he froze in an instant.

The very next second, a silver needle was hovering before his eyes.

The needle, thin as a cow’s hair, emitted a chilling coldness and was less than five centimeters from his brow.

Master Lin held his breath tightly, not daring to move as he stared at the silver needle, and cold sweat streamed down his cheeks.

He had the illusion that he was maintaining a delicate balance with the needle, and any slight movement could bring about a thunderous strike.

The study fell into a silence as still as death.

Time seemed to drag on, and just when Master Lin felt he could no longer hold on, the silver needle suddenly moved.

Under his watchful eye, the needle inched forward at a snail’s pace.

Master Lin thought he was hallucinating due to a lack of oxygen to the brain.

Only when the chill at his brow became more intense did he suddenly realize that this was no illusion!

His pupils contracted sharply, and upon a careful look, he indeed saw the needle moving slowly.

It had been only about five centimeters from his brow initially, and now it was nearly touching.

This is impossible!

How did he do it?

Master Lin was full of confusion, and then suddenly thought of a possibility, which set off a storm of shock in his heart.

He swiftly turned his head to look at Greg sitting on the sofa and exclaimed, “You… you’re not just a Grandmaster…”

Greg acted as if nothing was amiss, picked up his teacup and began to drink, the sound of swallowing tea echoing loudly in the quiet room.

It was as if a switch had been flipped; Master Lin felt his body relax and the pressure around him dissipate instantly.

Looking up, only then did he notice that the silver needle had somehow leisurely flown back and landed in Greg’s hand.

Thud!

Master Lin, suddenly relieved, could no longer sustain himself and collapsed onto the sofa.

He gasped for air like a person who had been drowning.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally regulated his breath, and, almost reflexively, looked up to find Greg looking back at him.

His young and handsome face was still graced with a gentle smile.

But that smile, in Master Lin’s eyes, was filled with the composure, indifference, and disdain of someone superior.

He must be in the Master Realm! Master Lin inwardly exclaimed. He was convinced Greg had to be in the Master Realm; otherwise, how could the silver needle hover in the air and move about freely?

That was a technique known only to those legendary Masters!

“Old man, you tell me, can the Lin family make use of this technique?”

Master Lin looked up again, only to meet that same beaming face.

He felt a profound bitterness in his heart and, in a hoarse voice, nodded silently and said, “Mr. Wolfe is right. That sword is nothing but a harbinger of disaster in our Lin family, bringing no benefits.”

“So, I can help the Lin family modify their cultivation technique, making it easier for your descendants to enter the Master Realm, and also help you through this crisis.

The price is that sword. Hand the sword to me, and leave the rest to me.”