The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 283: Chapter 283 Fragrant Spirit Grass_1

“Greg, take me.”

Lindsey Wolfe looked up with her drunken, bleary eyes and gazed at Greg with affection, whispering, “These past days, I’ve thought about a lot and suddenly, I’ve come to understand something.”

Facing her gaze, Greg suddenly felt a bit guilty and gave an embarrassed smile, “What did you come to understand?”

“You became smarter, didn’t you? Ever since the day you dealt with Uncle Hall, you’ve been getting smarter, right?”

“I…”

Greg was taken aback. He knew Lindsey was smart, but he had not anticipated her to be this perceptive.

For a moment, he was at a loss for words.

Even when faced with the Lin family, he was never this flustered.

“It must be so.”

Without waiting for Greg’s response, Lindsey continued directly, “If it weren’t the case, how would you explain Miss Xia’s sudden appearance?

How would you explain Uncle Hall listening to your every command?

How would you explain that since that day, it seems as if my luck has turned, and one good thing after another has come my way?”

She leaned into Greg’s chest and gently rubbed against him, continuing, “Outsiders only see that I’ve made money, a lot of money, but what do they know? All of this is actually from you.

I know it, I know everything. You were afraid I’d be too embarrassed to accept it, afraid I’d feel shy, so you kept it a secret from me.

But I’m not a fool, ah. With so many strange things happening, how could I not figure it out?”

As she said this, she once again raised her head to look at Greg and lightly laughed, “Anyway, you’ve seen everything there is to see of me, take me, will you?”

“Auntie, this… this isn’t right.”

Greg steeled his heart and gently pushed her away, saying, “I’m sorry, I… I’m going back to sleep.”

Having said that, he hurried back to his bedroom.

Lindsey Wolfe stared at the closed door, standing there for a long while, letting out a deep sigh.

Late at night, Greg tossed and turned, walked out of his home, stood in the yard for a while, and then set out toward Peach Blossom Mountain.

He was somewhat agitated but didn’t know over what; by the time he came to, he found himself already in front of that cave.

Looking at the deep cave, he hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

Nothing had changed inside the cave since his last visit; it remained damp, cold, and pitch black.

Now possessing exceptional night vision, Greg moved through the darkness with ease and quickly arrived at the sandy beach where he had found the Five Elements Spirit Technique.

In the depths of winter, the temperature here was clearly higher than outside, and the roaring underground river showed no signs of freezing.

Greg circled the small beach but found no items like the Five Elements Spirit Technique. He was somewhat disappointed, yet it seemed normal to him.

After all, it was just a cave. How could there be so many treasures for him to find?

He laughed softly, shook his head, and looked downstream. After a moment’s hesitation, he decided to follow the river further and see what lay beyond.

All around was very quiet, with only the sound of water flowing continuously.

The entrance to the underground river was very narrow, and Greg had to stoop to get through. Moreover, as he moved forward, the space on either side grew tighter.

Eventually, he had to crawl, hunched over, through the tight space.

The river here flowed even faster, carrying a piercing wind sound, rushing past his feet and into the darkness.

Though Greg appeared lean, his body was actually well-proportioned, giving an illusion of slenderness. His shoulders were wider than those of the average person, making the journey particularly difficult.

The narrow passage was long, and he had to crawl for a full five minutes before the walls on each side gradually widened.

After a few more steps, the space opened up, allowing him to straighten up.

Before long, a spacious platform appeared in front of Greg.

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The roaring thunder, deafening, came from afar.

“Is it… a waterfall?”

Greg Jensen was taken aback and took a few tentative steps forward before realizing that not far ahead lay an abyss that seemed to have no bottom.

And that dark river appeared as if it had been severed by a sword, pouring down into the abyss.

Across the cliff, all was pitch-black, indistinguishable; his ability to see objects a hundred meters away in the night meant the width of this abyss was beyond his imagination.

“This cliff is too deep; it’s impossible to go down. Who knows what’s beneath.”

Greg Jensen glanced down at the cliff again, shook his head helplessly, and his expression inevitably showed some disappointment.

He had initially thought that deep within the cave might be an existing cave abode of sorts, but the end turned out to be just a waterfall.

There was a vast space beneath the cliff, but, regrettably, it was too deep, and without a rope, it was simply unreachable.

Of course, even with a rope, Greg Jensen wouldn’t rashly descend.

Who knew what dangers lurked below?

“It seems I’ll have to climb back.”

Greg Jensen gave a wry smile, about to turn and leave, when suddenly a strange fragrance wafted to him.

He sniffed the air and followed the scent to its source, to find nestled in a crevice on the mountain wall, strangely, a small grass.

The grass was purple-hued, its leaves spread out like a daffodil, with several bud-like grass hearts at the center, exuding an enticing fragrance.

“This is… Fragrant Spirit Grass!”

Greg Jensen’s brain worked rapidly, searching through the “Yin Yang Harmony Scripture” before soon locating corresponding information.

Fragrant Spirit Grass belonged to one of the primary ranks of Spirit Grass, it was a main ingredient for making Foundation Building Pills, and it was said to be extinct; he did not expect to find a plant growing here.

Greg Jensen was immediately overjoyed, yet somewhat puzzled. He secretly operated the Guidance Technique and instantly understood.

The Spiritual Energy here was several times denser than outside!

“What’s going on?”

Greg Jensen was momentarily stunned, “Could it be that the Spiritual Energy is coming up from the abyss below?”

He approached the edge of the cliff, ran the Guidance Technique again, and after carefully sensing for a long while, exclaimed with joy, “The Spiritual Energy below is indeed denser!”

Greg Jensen looked down once more, his heart filled with curiosity, “What is down there after all, to have such dense Spiritual Energy?”

After considering for a moment, he decided to gather the Fragrant Spirit Grass and take it back with him first.

No matter what was below, it was not within his cultivation realm to peer into. If any mishap occurred, it would spell total disaster.

Greg Jensen looked carefully at the Fragrant Spirit Grass and then raised his fist, gathering all his True Qi, and fiercely struck down with a punch.

Crash!

With this punch, cracks appeared in the rock wall around the Fragrant Spirit Grass, followed by large chunks of rock falling.

Greg Jensen flinched, extending his hand to protect the Grass, for fear that the falling debris would damage its branches and leaves.

He would take the Fragrant Spirit Grass back and nurture it, and only when he had collected all the materials needed for the Foundation Building Pill could he begin crafting.

If the Fragrant Spirit Grass were damaged prematurely, the potency of the medicine would be greatly reduced.

Greg Jensen carefully cleared away the debris and, finding the Fragrant Spirit Grass undamaged, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He picked up a flat piece of rock, and with it, excavated the Grass along with a bit of the underlying soil.

He then gathered some more soil nearby and, mixing it with river water, made a round mud ball to completely encase the roots of the Fragrant Spirit Grass.

“I’ll find a flower pot to nurture it when I get back.”

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