The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 542: Chapter 542 Sword Flight_1

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In the study,

Noah Locke and Theresa Locke were shocked to learn that their grandfather had given the Sword to Greg Jensen, although the latter had somewhat expected it.

But upon hearing the news, Noah Locke immediately exploded in anger, “Dad, why on earth did you give him the Sword?

That’s something our Locke family kept after so many lives were lost, how could you just give it away so easily?”

Old Master Locke said indifferently, “It’s not a gift, it’s a trade. The Locke family gave him the Sword, and he would revise the Cultivation Technique, making it easier for the Lockes to enter the Master Realm.

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I’ve thought it through, the Sword isn’t of much use to our family anyway, so it’s better to exchange for something more substantial.”

Noah Locke, as if hearing a joke, laughed angrily, “He’s just a Grandmaster, and his main expertise is medical skills. You believe him when he says he can revise the Cultivation Technique?”

Old Master Locke frowned, “Enough, this matter is settled. Do you still intend to get the Sword back?”

“Indeed, I’m going to take it back right now!” Noah Locke said as he moved towards the exit.

“Presumptuous!”

Old Master Locke angrily said, “I’m not dead yet, it’s not your turn to call the shots in this family!”

“Dad…”

Noah Locke looked at his father, his face full of astonishment, somewhat disbelieving in his heart.

How could his father scold him like this for the sake of an outsider?

Theresa Locke, standing to the side, guessed some of the truth, yet partly couldn’t believe it. Was Greg Jensen’s strength enough to make Grandfather so wary?

Old Master Locke said sternly, “Don’t go disturbing Mr. Wolfe, did you hear me?”

Noah Locke felt uncomfortable in his heart but under his father’s glaring watch, could only clench his teeth and nod reluctantly.

Greg Jensen was unaware of the dispute among the Lockes, but during lunchtime, he also noticed Noah Locke’s and Theresa Locke’s unusual behavior.

Noah Locke didn’t utter a word throughout the meal, not even a greeting, and left as soon as he finished eating.

After the meal, Theresa Locke found Greg Jensen and hesitantly asked,

“Greg, what did you discuss with my grandfather this morning?”

“We didn’t say much, just negotiated about the sword matter.”

Greg Jensen smiled, “After a long discussion, your grandfather finally agreed to my terms.”

“What conditions?” Theresa Locke asked subconsciously.

Greg Jensen smiled, “To refine the Locke family’s Cultivation Technique for you.”

“Refine the Cultivation Technique?”

Theresa Locke was taken aback, “Greg, you… can do that too?”

He grinned, “Just a little trick.”

Greg Jensen smiled, “Come here, sit in front of me and practice the Locke family’s Cultivation Technique.”

“Oh, okay.”

Theresa Locke complied, starting to practice the Locke family’s Cultivation Technique.

Greg Jensen placed his hand on Theresa Locke’s back, silently sensing the channels of her practice.

He had previously helped Fraser Simmons with something similar, so this time it was like second nature, and it wasn’t long before he had a rough plan in mind.

“Calm your mind and follow my guidance as you practice.”

Greg Jensen took out a Little Reviving Pill and held it in his hand, ready for emergencies, and then began to channel True Qi, guiding Theresa Locke to practice along the new pathway.

At the start, Theresa Locke was filled with trepidation, but soon she immersed herself in the new cultivation practice.

Having learned martial arts from her grandfather since childhood, she had never experienced such a smooth cultivation before.

Compared to before, not only was the flow of True Qi unobstructed, but the rate at which the True Qi grew was also much faster.

Theresa Locke invested herself wholeheartedly into it.

A moment later, her brow suddenly furrowed, as she felt her True Qi encounter a barrier, its pace slowing down like a snail’s.

After reflecting for a moment, she realized with a start—was this a breakthrough?

Spurt!

Before she could snap out of her daze, the obstacle was ruthlessly broken through.

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In an instant, True Qi surged through his meridians like an untamed wild horse.

Did I break through to the Complete Dark Power?’

Have I become a half-step Grandmaster?

Theresa Locke was utterly submerged in immense joy, allowing the True Qi to circulate on its own.

Seeing this, Greg Jensen wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat down to rest and drink tea.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Theresa Locke abruptly opened her eyes, looked at Greg Jensen with a face full of surprise, and exclaimed, “Greg, I…I broke through, I finally did it!”

Greg Jensen glanced at him and said indifferently, “It’s just a half-step to Grandmaster, what’s there to be happy about? Talk to me when you break through to the Master Realm.”

“Uh…”

Theresa Locke was taken aback, remembering the abnormal talents of the man before him, and realizing that his own minor achievement seemed insignificant in the eyes of others.

He laughed awkwardly and said, “Well…you rest here, I’m going to tell my grandfather.”

Having said that, he ran out without looking back.

Greg Jensen watched his figure retreating and shook his head helplessly. “He’s still a kid, after all.”

With a sigh, he took advantage of the solitude to summon his Flying Swords and resumed practice, preparing for his first attempt at Sword Flight later that evening.

Upon learning of Theresa Locke’s advancement to a half-step Grandmaster, Noah Locke was very pleased, but since Theresa Locke had just advanced and was not yet able to release True Qi externally, Lawson Simmons remained somewhat skeptical.

“Dad, I’m telling the truth, why won’t you believe me?” Theresa Locke said urgently.

Lawson Simmons responded coolly, “When you can release True Qi externally, we’ll talk about this again.”

“Don’t mind your father.”

Noah Locke glanced at his eldest son and said to Theresa Locke with a smile, “Once you have evidence, he’ll have no choice but to believe.”

“I think you both have been brainwashed by that Barry Wolfe!”

“You brat, are you asking for a beating?” Lawson Simmons said, somewhat speechlessly, and turned to leave.

Noah Locke didn’t bother with him and said with a face full of satisfaction, “My dear grandson, just concentrate on your cultivation, don’t worry about your father.”

“Mm.”

Theresa Locke nodded vigorously and began to smile happily.

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At dinner time, Lawson Simmons was still absent.

After eating, Greg Jensen excused himself, saying he was tired, and went back to his room to rest. Then, he waited for the sky to darken completely. Once it did, he locked the door, turned into a dark shadow, and flew out the window.

Aided by the Wind Control Skill, he landed silently on the ground, and then darted toward the depths of the dense forest.

Reaching a secluded area, Greg Jensen threw out his Flying Swords, employed the Sword Control Technique, and transformed the Sword of Coagulated Frost into a large sword over two meters long and about half a meter wide. He then carefully stepped onto it.

The Sword of Coagulated Frost dipped slightly, then steadily hovered about a foot off the ground.

“Rise!”

With a low shout from Greg Jensen, the Sword of Coagulated Frost slowly ascended upward.

As the height continued to increase and the dense forest shrank beneath his feet, Greg Jensen’s heart rose to his throat.

If he fell from this height, even with the basis of the Divine Dragon Transformation cultivation technique, he’d probably be seriously injured.

Just as he was starting to worry, an invisible barrier of energy wrapped around him and the Sword of Coagulated Frost.

“Is this… a prohibition that comes with the Sword of Coagulated Frost?”

Greg Jensen immediately relaxed, steadied his mind, and with a flick of his fingers like a sword, he invoked a sword technique, and the Sword of Coagulated Frost shot out abruptly.

The dazzling blue sword light sliced through the night sky, stirring up gusts of wind.

Yet Greg Jensen stood unshaken atop the Flying Sword, with the prohibition automatically warding off the onrushing wind but not blocking the sound from the surroundings.

He laughed heartily, filled with a rising euphoria as he controlled the Sword of Coagulated Frost to streak across the night sky like a shooting star.

“Is this the feeling of Sword Flight?”

“This is amazing!”

Unable to contain himself, Greg Jensen let out a triumphant howl and rode the Flying Sword swiftly into the distance.