The Luckiest Dumb Doctor - Chapter 386

Chapter 386: Chapter 386: Thousand Illusionary Spirits Face_1

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Greg Jensen thought for a moment, then summoned his True Qi and poured some into the mask.

The next second, a tremendous suction force suddenly emanated from within the mask.

He felt his True Qi gushing uncontrollably into the mask as if a floodgate had been opened.

Greg Jensen was greatly alarmed and tried to retrieve his True Qi, but it was already too late.

Feeling his True Qi draining at a visible rate, a bitter smile couldn’t help but appear on his lips.

Now he finally understood why this Bronze Mask looked so ancient yet was filled with such dense Spiritual Energy. Apparently, it had been replenishing itself by absorbing its owner’s True Qi.

He had to think of a solution quickly; otherwise, it would drain him into a husk sooner or later.

He tried to use the Guidance Technique in an attempt to return the True Qi to his Dantian. Afterward, he tried to release his True Qi externally to see if he could break the connection between himself and the mask.

However, it soon became clear that all efforts were in vain.

No matter how hard he tried, the True Qi tirelessly flowed towards the mask.

Even though Greg Jensen was a Cultivator with True Qi several times more robust than an ordinary Martial Way expert, his Dantian was soon drained of True Qi under this ceaseless outpouring.

Seeing that the mask showed no signs of stopping, Greg Jensen could only sigh helplessly, “It seems that I can only wait for death.”

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Crack!

Just as Greg Jensen was losing hope, the dark green rust on the mask suddenly burst open, like cracking paint on a wall.

“Eh, is there still a chance?”

Faced with such a strange occurrence, Greg Jensen immediately perked up, his eyes wide as he watched the mask’s transformation.

The rust fell off like snowflakes, revealing the true face of this mysterious mask.

Seeing the true appearance of the mask, Greg Jensen was shocked.

The mask was now not at all like its former self; it had become thin as a cicada’s wing and clear as crystal.

It was semi-transparent green, as though carved from a single piece of light green Jade, yet its surface shimmered with a faint metallic luster.

Resembling both Jade and metal, it was impossible to determine its actual material.

Greg Jensen had to overturn his previous conclusion; it definitely wasn’t made of bronze but appeared to be some kind of alloy.

The methods of Cultivation couldn’t be judged by normal standards. As for what it actually was, he was still clueless.

There was nothing he could do; his “Yin Yang Harmony Scripture” contained no spell for crafting such artifacts.

He sighed helplessly and then his eyes bulged wide open.

Because he suddenly discovered that this damned mask was still draining his True Qi!

“Isn’t this over yet?”

Greg Jensen shook it hard, but the mask clung to his hand as if stuck by super glue— even more firmly than 502 adhesive.

He quickly took out an Elixir Pill, bit off the cork, and dumped all ten pills from the bottle into his mouth.

The potent medicinal power transformed into surging True Qi, coursing through his limbs and body.

The True Qi within Greg Jensen immediately filled up, and he quietly heaved a sigh of relief, gritting his teeth as he continued to struggle against the mask.

“I refuse to believe that a mere object can completely overpower me!”

However, it wasn’t long before his True Qi was depleted once again.

“This is all money!”

While feeling the sting of loss, Greg Jensen took out another bottle of Elixir Pills and poured them into his mouth.

Twenty Elixir Pills could be sold to Curtis Milton for a billion!

Greg Jensen was agonizing over it; these were his last ten Elixir Pills.

He had concocted less than forty Elixir Pills in the Simmons family villa, and adding those he had previously reserved for himself, he had a total of just over seventy. Selling thirty-seven to Curtis Milton and giving ten to Theresa Locke, along with a few he ate as snacks, left him with only twenty pills in hand.

Having consumed them all now, the mask still seemed like an insatiable pit with no intention of stopping.

Greg Jensen was finally in panic.

He didn’t know if he would die from depleting his True Qi, but he knew his cultivation level might drop by one or two tiers.

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This was the truly painful part for him.

The realm he was in right now, he had cultivated it bit by bit; it contained his blood, sweat, and energy.

He didn’t know how long it had been when waves of dizziness struck, and Greg Jensen had collapsed onto the sofa.

Just at that moment, the suction force from the mask finally stopped.

A faint glow suddenly lit up!

Thousand Illusion Spirit Mask?

Is that the name of the magic artifact?

When worn on the face, combined with Divine Sense, one could change appearances at will?

A stream of text entered Greg Jensen’s mind, not only revealing the name of the mask but also providing instructions on how to use it.

Greg Jensen was immediately overjoyed beyond measure.

Being able to change one’s appearance?

Wasn’t that a must-have for murder, travel, and domestic life?

At the same time, he also finally understood that the method to activate this mask was to continuously channel True Qi into it.

The reason the previous owners hadn’t been able to activate it was surely due to insufficient True Qi.

After all, even someone like Greg Jensen, who had robust True Qi and was assisted by elixirs, was nearly sucked dry; for an average Master-level Martial Way expert, it would probably be unbearable.

Feeling the emptiness inside him, Greg Jensen quickly sat cross-legged and began to practice the Guidance Technique, recovering his True Qi.

Having become used to a state of being filled with True Qi, he felt very insecure without it.

For he knew that this power was the capital he relied on to make his way in the world.

About two hours later, Greg Jensen finally felt that sense of confidence in controlling everything once again.

He slowly finished cultivating and let out a long breath.

After a moment of calm, he took the Thousand Illusion Spirit Mask in his hand and examined it carefully for a while, then he got up, went in front of the mirror, and carefully placed the Thousand Illusion Spirit Mask on his face.

A faint suction force suddenly emanated from the mask.

The next second, the Thousand Illusion Spirit Mask seamlessly adhered to his face without a sound.

Simultaneously, the spell to control the Thousand Illusion Spirit Mask naturally surfaced in his mind.

With a thought from Greg Jensen, the muscles on his face began to move along with the mask, giving him the odd sensation that each patch of muscle had its own consciousness, moving to where it was intended to go.

After a moment, a familiar face appeared in the mirror.

Spencer Burley!

For his first use of the Thousand Illusion Spirit Mask, he naturally chose the face he knew best.

Greg Jensen looked at the face in the mirror and felt like he was dreaming.

He pinched his face, then tugged on his ears and nose, realizing that this face was identical to the real one.

Not only could he make various detailed expressions, but the tactile feedback was also just like the real thing, without any difference.

Is this the power of a magic artifact?

It’s magical!

After that, he began to try changing into the appearances of Adrian Wright and Boss Liu, among others.

If anyone else had been in the room, they would have been scared to death.

He stood alone in front of the mirror, one moment turning into Adrian Wright, the next into Boss Liu, and then into Theo Carter, enjoying himself immensely.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Greg Jensen finally grew tired of playing and had familiarized himself with the use of the Thousand Illusion Spirit Mask; he then began to slowly adjust his facial features.

After a moment, a completely unfamiliar face appeared in the mirror.

He took out his phone and snapped a photo of himself, to make sure he remembered that this was the face of the charming Magician.

He decided that from tomorrow on, he would no longer wear a mask and would show this current face to the world.

That way, even if there were those who had suspicions about his real identity, they could shift their attention elsewhere.

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