Seeing that determination, Shuwon suddenly laughed.
"Hahaha… Son, don't worry. I will find a refining flame for you," he said.
"But first, I must find you a master who can teach and guide you."
Hearing this, Vajra's expression suddenly turned uneasy.
Everyone in the clan knew about his situation. Because he had been
unable to improve his cultivation for years, many people looked down
on him.
Vajra lowered his eyes for a moment before speaking.
"Thank you, Father… but I don't need a master to teach me."
He looked up again, his gaze calm but proud.
"I don't think there is anyone capable of teaching me."
Shuwon stared at his son in silence, surprised by the confidence—and
arrogance—in his words. But shuwon expression slowly turned sad.
He understood why Vajra didn't want a master. For years, people in the
clan had mocked him for being unable to improve his cultivation. Vajra
didn't want to face more humiliation from someone who might look
down on him.
Shuwon sighed softly.
"Alas… son, don't push yourself too hard," he said gently. "Everything
will be alright."
Vajra nodded slightly.
"Yes, Father."
After that, Vajra left the room and headed out to begin his training.
As he walked through the streets of the clan, his mind was already
focused on strengthening both his body and his will.While passing through the market area, his eyes suddenly stopped on a
familiar place—an alchemist shop. Vajra paused for a moment.
"Healing pills…" he murmured quietly.
A thought quickly formed in his mind.
After intense training, the body needed time to recover damaged
muscles and exhausted energy. But if he used healing pills after training,
his body could recover much faster.
That way, he wouldn't need to rest for long periods.
"I could continue training again and again…" Vajra thought.
His eyes slowly brightened with determination.
"If I use healing pills after every heavy training session, it will greatly
increase my training speed in a short amount of time."
Without hesitation, Vajra stepped toward the alchemist shop.
Vajra stepped into the alchemist shop and purchased twenty B-grade
healing pills.
As he walked out of the shop, he quietly examined the small bottle in his
hand.
"So pills are ranked by S++, S+, S, A+, A, B, and C…" he murmured to
himself. "Not bad. I managed to get B-grade pills at a low price."
Without wasting any more time, Vajra left the market and headed
toward the nearby forest.
The forest was quiet and isolated—perfect for training.
Once he reached a clearing, Vajra began to train his body. He pushed
himself through heavy exercises—running, lifting stones, striking trees,
and enduring intense physical strain.
After some time, his breathing became heavy.
Sweat poured down his body, and his muscles trembled from exhaustion."I'm… still too weak," he muttered.
Without hesitation, he took out one of the healing pills and swallowed it.
A few seconds later, a warm energy spread throughout his body.
The pain in his muscles faded quickly, and the exhaustion that had
weighed him down disappeared as if it had never been there.
Vajra looked at his hands in surprise.
The effect of the B-grade healing pill was far better than he expected.
"If I could make pills myself…" he thought, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"That would become a huge help for me in the future."
At that moment, Vajra made up his mind.
Along with training his body and mind, he would also begin learning the
art of pill refining.