The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

When Felix entered the room, he noticed a pale-faced young man slumped over a table, fast asleep. Nearby, a middle-aged man was engrossed in a book,

seemingly unaware of Felix's presence.

"Hello," Felix greeted, drawing the man's attention.

The middle-aged man looked up, smiled, and stood. "Are you here to learn pill cultivation?"

Felix nodded. "Yes, I am."

"Prepare your silver needles," the man instructed.

Felix was not entirely sure why but complied without hesitation.

The man then woke the young man, who groggily grabbed a glass of water, took a sip, and lay on a bed in the corner. "You have ten minutes to cure him. If you succeed, you'll pass the preliminary assessment. Otherwise, you'll have to leave."

Though the man appeared healthy, his internal

was indeed tough, just as

and 30 seconds. Of course, he had held back to avoid drawing

trouble, whether from the Maximus family or powerful figures like

Clinic valued talented individuals. However, Felix

enemy too powerful to handle or became a liability, Harmony Clinic would not hesitate to cut

30 seconds. You've passed the preliminary assessment. See that elevator over there? Go

before heading

and yawned. "Do you think this guy has a real chance

to say," the older man admitted. "Pill cultivation and healing are related, but they're not the same. We haven't found a better way to test

care about a person's background-even murderers or criminals could join as long as they followed the rules. As a result, no one had

on the fifth floor, Felix stepped into a spacious hall where another woman was waiting. She smiled and said, "Congratulations on passing

eyes closed, seemingly deep in thought. After gesturing for Felix to

woman