In the military system, medical soldiers may not directly participate in front-line combat, but accompanying assault teams into the depths of the front lines is common.

Moreover, candidates for the medical position in the Special Search Team are required to participate in tomorrow’s wilderness physical test in West Mountain.

The treatment is obviously different from ordinary civilian posts.

Fang Cheng’s mind couldn’t help but conjure up Shi Chengyi’s smiling face.

Back then, Director Shi vowed that the Medical Team’s work would be leisurely, fulfilling his wish to quietly be a handsome man.

Now it seems that he has somewhat fallen into the old fox’s rhetoric trap.

"Whew—"

A loud exhalation was heard from beside him.

Ma Donghe shifted his bear-like large body, causing the metal bench to emit a strained creak.

He watched as yet another pale-faced examinee walked out of the interrogation room, then turned to Fang Cheng and muttered in his ear:

"Ah Cheng, look at these guys’ cowardly look. I bet the examiners inside must have some incredible tactics prepared."

"Maybe it’ll be like in the movies, tying you to an electric chair while feeding you truth serum and using a lie detector!"

Although he deliberately kept his voice low, it still sounded exceptionally clear in the silent corridor.

A few young candidates preparing nervously nearby heard this, turning even paler and swallowing continuously.

"Hey, brothers, you guys seem to know some inside scoop?"

A sudden voice interrupted.

Fang Cheng turned to see a skinny young man with pointed ears squeezing over from the seat next to him.

This was the skinny guy who, the day before yesterday, when they were collecting the admission cards at the service hall, hid behind the crowd to eavesdrop on their conversation.

This guy seemed to really enjoy eavesdropping, and his ears were a circle larger than average, like two wind-catching fans.

Ma Donghe shot the skinny guy a side glance, snorted coldly, and turned his head, clearly not wanting to engage.

But the skinny guy was familiar and didn’t mind Ma Donghe’s cold face.

He rubbed his hands, piled on a smile, and came closer, speaking sweetly like honey:

"Brother, look at your physique, your poise—you’re absolutely a top-notch expert, one in a hundred. Once you’re in the exam room, those examiners will surely be awed by your qi field."

"And this brother wearing glasses, so extraordinarily handsome, with a sitting posture as stable as a mountain—he’s obviously a confident genius candidate!"

"I’m Hou Peng. Greetings. May I ask for your esteemed names?"

Praises may wear thin, but flattery never does.

Initially dismissive, Ma Donghe found Hou Peng’s incessant flattery quite gratifying.

He raised his chin and cleared his throat:

"Kid, you’ve got a good eye. I’m Ma Donghe, and this is my brother Fang Cheng."

Upon hearing this, Hou Peng immediately clasped his hands in salute, smiling broadly:

"A pleasure! It’s Brother Ma and Brother Fang—my apologies, my apologies!"

Then he cautiously leaned forward and lowered his voice in inquiry:

"Speaking of the test Brother Ma mentioned, what are its specifics?"

Ma Donghe crossed his arms, feigning mystery:

"Seeing that you’re perceptive, I’ll mercifully tell you."

"The psychological evaluation of the Special Search Team is very strange. The most important thing is eight words: stay calm, be a good person!"

"Otherwise, whatever you’re afraid of, it will throw at you. If your mind isn’t strong and you wet your pants in there, you’ll be rolling up your mat and leaving."

"If you accidentally reveal your true nature and show your true form during the test, it won’t be as simple as failing the interview..."

At this, Ma Donghe paused, feigning mystery:

"Have you ever read Journey to the West? If the Demon-Revealing Mirror uncovers a demon without a backing, you know what comes next, right?" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"I get it, I get it."

Hou Peng listened dumbfounded, nodding like a pecking chick.

"Understanding is useless."

Ma Donghe coldly chuckled twice, sizing him from head to toe, and slapped Hou Peng’s shoulder:

"Haha, the interview for the Special Search Team is hard because the exam takes control of you. If you’re originally a sneaky type, don’t think you can play the righteous gentleman!"

Hou Peng, hearing this, was once again stunned.

He was about to chum up and ask a few more questions.

"Click."

The iron door of Room 3 opened from inside.

A staff member in a police uniform came out with a number plate, scanning the hall and calling out loudly:

"Number 253, Ma Donghe!"

"Here!"

Ma Donghe abruptly stood up.

But due to his overly large movement, his knee accidentally hit the chair back in front with a thud.

He grimaced and forcibly swallowed his cry of pain.

Fang Cheng watched his outwardly confident yet inwardly anxious demeanor and chuckled:

"Donghe, do well—if you perform normally like the preliminary test, you’re sure to score high."

"Thanks for your good words!"

Ma Donghe laughed broadly, rubbing his cheeks vigorously.

Then he strode forward, swaggering into Room 3.

As the door closed again, the corridor resumed its oppressive silence.

Fang Cheng leaned against the chair back, closed his eyes, and began to rest.

The True Qi inside him moved slowly along his meridians.

His consciousness gradually sank, blocking out the noises of breathing and heartbeats around, stabilizing his state.

Killing intent and sharpness deep within his bones were completely gathered, locked firmly within the depths of his Inner World’s blood moon.

At this moment, Fang Cheng’s breathing was long and his muscles relaxed.

From outward appearances, he was just an ordinary, harmless university graduate.

Only the powerful qi and blood belonging to a Martial Arts Grandmaster remained faintly dormant, not dissipating.

Sitting beside him, Hou Peng rolled his eyes, his gaze falling on Fang Cheng.

With Ma Donghe inside, he wanted to take the chance to strike up a conversation with this cultured and amiable handsome guy, expanding his network.

"Uh, Brother Fang..."

Hou Peng just moved half a step forward, but before he could finish his sentence, his throat felt as if clenched tightly by an invisible hand.

He shivered abruptly.

As a cultivator with extremely keen perception, Hou Peng’s intuition about danger far surpassed ordinary people.

He could even confidently say it exceeded ninety-nine percent of Special Ability Users.

The moment he approached Fang Cheng, he felt a terribly intimidating pressure emanating from the young man with closed eyes.

It wasn’t deliberate killing intent—it was absolute suppression at a life level.

He felt like a rabbit trying to approach a sleeping lion.

Even a casual movement from the other could release an aura that would make his hair stand on end.

Cold sweat instantly oozed from Hou Peng’s forehead.

He forcibly swallowed the flattery that had reached his lips back down, and quietly shifted back to his seat.

Then, sticking rigidly to the chair back, he dared not make a single sound.

Cold wind blew through the ventilation ducts, stirring the white mist slowly.

Occasionally, the sound of the iron door opening would attract a wave of alarmed glances.

Then a new name would be called, and a new person would face their fears and enter the unknown.

Time ticked by minute by minute.

Room 3’s door remained closed, and Ma Donghe hadn’t come out.

While Fang Cheng was secretly guessing whether this guy had beaten up both illusions and examiners inside.

The iron door of Room 6 was slowly pushed open.

"Number 263, Fang Cheng."

The voice of the staff calling out echoed in the corridor.

Fang Cheng opened his eyes, a golden glint flashing deep in his pupils.

He stood up, smoothing his clothes, ignoring the varying gazes around.

Then, he walked steadily into that door seeming to lead to the Netherworld.

The heavy iron door slowly closed behind him, cutting off all sounds from the outside.

Fang Cheng quickly surveyed the room.

Only one lamp was on in the room, making the lighting somewhat dim.

A blurred figure sat quietly in the shadow.

Before him was placed an Ancient Bronze Bell, covered in green rust.

Dark lighting bounced off the twisted human face pattern on the bell surface.

Beside, standing was the staff member who had led him in just now.

"Please have a seat."

The shadow spoke faintly.