The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Delilah was utterly stunned upon hearing Felix's confession, her mouth agape in disbelief. However, she didn't think that Felix was lying.

"So, you already know alchemy?"

To achieve such speed, there was only one explanation: Felix was already skilled. No matter how exceptional his talent, it wasn't possible to cultivate pills within ten minutes for the first time. Merely understanding the instructions would take at least an hour.

"Yes."

Upon receiving confirmation, Delilah stood up immediately. "Come on. Let's head to Harmony Clinic. If I'm to teach you properly, I need to understand your current skill level."

Felix had no reason to refuse. Since he had chosen to trust her, he felt it

necessary to reveal some secrets. After all, with Delilah's abilities, harming him would be as easy as lifting a finger, and there was no need for her to beat around the bush.

At Harmony Clinic, Felix spent half an hour studying the book Delilah had given him. The book had already been bound to him by blood. He then said, "Madam Goddard, with what I've learned from your teachings, I can only refine basic pills for now."

To be honest, Felix was a little surprised. The names and effects of the pills in the book were identical to those in Gerald's teachings. He had expected there to be significant differences.

The distinction lay in the scope of knowledge. Gerald's book was quite concise. On the other hand, Delilah's book was vast and comprehensive. Not only did it include detailed annotations and insights, but it was also far more robust in content.

"Oh? You can already refine basic pills? What about Windseeker Pills? Can you make those?"

Felix nodded. "Yes."

Delilah immediately made a phone call, instructing someone to deliver the herbs required for refining Windseeker Pills.

"The most critical aspect of being an alchemist," Delilah began, "is pill-forming rate. Pill-forming rate essentially refers to your control over the process.

"Think about it: with the same set of ingredients, someone might produce six pills from one batch, while another only produces three. Over time, this gap will grow exponentially.

"The key to pill-forming rate is talent. Hard work can help, sure, but it can only improve your yield by about 10% to 20% at most."

After some thought, Felix asked, "Are there no exceptions?"

Delilah chuckled. "Of course, there are. But Martial City is too small. So far, I haven't seen anyone like that here."

While waiting for the herbs, she casually asked, "How many years have you been cultivating pills?"

Years? Felix hesitated, his expression slightly awkward. Should he tell the truth? After all, he'd be showcasing his skills soon enough, so what was there to hide?

"Three months, give or take."

Delilah nodded in satisfaction. "Three years would be considered impress—

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Delilah froze, staring intently at Felix. Her expression was indescribable. "How long did you say you've been cultivating pills?"

Startled by her reaction, Felix cautiously held up three fingers. "Three months."

Delilah inhaled sharply, nearly choking on her own breath. If not for Felix's upright demeanor, she would've slapped him on the spot.

What kind of nonsense was this? Cultivating basic pills in just three months? If Martial City's

number-one alchemist, Bern, heardnoveldrama

this, he'd probably crush Felix with a

single slap.

Bern, hailed as a prodigious alchemist, had taken two whole years to achieve the

same feat, yet Felix had done it in just three months?

Only those who practiced alchemy

could understand the sheer absurdity of this claim. Ordinary martial artists wouldn't even comprehend the significance of Felix's accomplishment.

Even Nala knew when Felix first acquired a pill cauldron. Within two months, he had refined a basic detoxification pill at that party, saving countless poisoned guests.

At the time, her reaction hadn't been monumental-partly because Felix excelled in so many areas that it was easy to overlook just how extraordinary his alchemy skills were.