The Dharma Eye Cannot Be Lightly Passed On

Even though he had already received a blessing from a High God, making him much stronger than before, he was still treated like a weakling.

It made sense, though. This wasn't an ordinary world. If blessings from High Gods were a thing, then even the Common People in the city, if they were unlucky, would receive one or two blessings from a High God every two to three years. It would be strange if their physical condition wasn't strong.

Feeling stifled, Huang Huai had no intention of arguing with the mother and son. It was just an unintentional mistake by a child. Was he, a grown man, going to bicker with a toddler? Did he still have any shame?

Taking a deep breath, Huang Huai waved at the woman. "Big sister, I'm fine!"

The woman breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly grabbed her son's ear, causing the child to wail in pain, and thanked Huang Huai while apologizing.

After walking a few steps, the woman hesitated slightly and said to Huang Huai, "Young master, if you're feeling weak, you should pay more attention to whether there are any blessings from High Gods in the future..."

"Hahaha, Widow Wang, just look at how weak this young man is. Even two or three blessings from a High God might not be enough to fix him. I say, why not buy a spiritual pill or two from the Rare Treasures Pavilion to replenish his blood and energy? That would be faster. Maybe then you can actually get off your bed alive!"

"Hey, Widow Wang, consider us brothers. This kid clearly looks good but is useless. I bet he'll be drained dry before you even get started..."

Widow Wang was provoked by the gossips and immediately showed a look of shame and anger. She pointed at them and cursed, "You scoundrels! If you want to get into my bed, look at what kind of trash you are."

Seeing Widow Wang angry, the gossips immediately whistled and ran away. Before leaving, they shouted at Huang Huai, "Kid, take your brother's advice and buy some spiritual pills from the Rare Treasures Pavilion to replenish your blood and energy. Otherwise, this Widow Wang is not someone you can handle..."

After cursing the gossips away, Widow Wang didn't dare to stay. She nodded at Huang Huai, grabbed the child, and went into the alley. Immediately, the sounds of a fierce beating and the woman's scolding could be heard from the alley, along with the child's cries for mercy.

As the sounds from the alley gradually faded, a smile appeared on his lips. However, Huang Huai's eyes held a hint of contemplation.

Though their words were crude, there was some truth to them. Regardless of Widow Wang's or the gossips' intentions, one thing was undeniable: his body was truly weak compared to the natives of this world.

Widow Wang had reminded him to pay attention to blessings from High Gods. Having personally experienced the effects of such blessings, Huang Huai was certain that with a few more, his physical condition might catch up to that of the ordinary people in this world.

However, the problem was that blessings from High Gods depended on luck. Who knew when the next blessing would come? And he needed several. Even if he encountered one every time, it would likely take three to five years.

As for the Rare Treasures Pavilion mentioned by the gossips, the name was not unfamiliar to him. It was even mentioned in the biographies of High Gods. Perhaps he could consider it.

Just as Huang Huai was contemplating whether to go to the Rare Treasures Pavilion in Great River City to buy some spiritual pills to replenish his blood and energy, and thus shed his image as a weakling in the eyes of the people of this Otherworld, a commotion erupted ahead. Huang Huai looked up and saw a crowd gathered, all looking in one direction. It was a dense mass of people, at least several hundred strong. The scene looked somewhat familiar.

A thought struck him, and Huang Huai showed a look of surprise. Could it be that my luck is so good that I've encountered another blessing from a High God?

With this thought, he quickened his pace and soon arrived at the scene.

"Quick, look, it's the Peng Family's Kirin Child returning!"

"That's right, the Great River Sect's entrance ceremony should be over by now. Peng Family's Third Young Master has officially joined the Great River Sect. He will surely become one of the High Gods in the future..."

"The Peng Family has produced such a Kirin Child; their ancestors must be truly blessed!"

Huang Huai listened to the crowd's chatter. Even if he didn't understand everything, they were talking enough for him to quickly grasp the general situation.

The Peng Family, a prominent family in Great River City, had produced a Kirin Child. Peng Family's Third Young Master, Peng Yu, had struck it lucky, successfully passed the trials, and was accepted as a disciple by the Great River Sect. He was destined to become one of the High Gods.

To be honest, Huang Huai yearned for the existence of beings with extraordinary power. Wasn't that why he had taken such a great risk to come to this world?

He currently had no clue how to step into the extraordinary, and yet he had encountered someone who had already joined the Great River Sect. Moreover, judging by the crowd's words, Peng Family's Third Young Master was a genius, destined to become a proud disciple of the High Gods.

If Huang Huai claimed to have no feelings at this sight, he would be lying.

Someone nearby said with envy and jealousy, "If I could join the Great River Sect, I'd be willing to lose a hundred years off my life!"

As soon as this person finished speaking, someone else sneered, "You really dare to dream. Out of Great River City's hundreds of thousands of people, it's rare for even one lucky person to be chosen in three to five years. Within a hundred miles, there's only the Great River Sect. Do you really think it's that easy to start cultivating?"

The person who was sneered at blushed and said, "Then I'll go and beg the High Gods..."

Before the person could finish speaking, a scoff was heard. "How laughable. Are there not enough people who kneel to death every year in front of the Great River Sect, begging to be accepted? Have you ever seen anyone successfully impress a High God of the Great River Sect to take them as a disciple?"

"Know your own fate. It's better to live honestly and provide Incense and Fire Prayer Power to the High Gods!"

"A High God of the Great River Sect once said that the Dharma cannot be easily passed on. You only see Peng Family's Third Young Master joining the Great River Sect, but you don't see the trials he endured! Out of dozens of people in the same batch, only three survived. It was truly a near-death experience, and in the end, only Peng Family's Third Young Master caught the eye of a High God."

Initially, Huang Huai listened with great interest. After all, through these people's discussions, he could quickly and effectively obtain useful information.

However, as he heard more, the information made him increasingly nervous. In Huang Huai's opinion, stepping into the extraordinary might not be easy, but as long as he had enough perseverance, he could control extraordinary power.

But at this moment, Huang Huai was no longer so sure. He murmured softly, "Is it really that difficult to start cultivating and ascend to the ranks of the High Gods?"

Someone nearby heard Huang Huai's words, glanced at him with disdain, and said, "Kid, you're not that young anymore! Your physique is weaker than my eight-year-old brother's. I suggest you give up on the idea of cultivation. In hundreds of years, I've never heard of the Great River Sect accepting disciples over the age of sixteen."

Huang Huai's expression remained unchanged. He subtly probed, "If the Great River Sect doesn't accept, can't we find other sects..."

"Pfft!"

The person couldn't help but chuckle. Looking at Huang Huai, he even reached out and patted Huang Huai's shoulder. "Little brother, ambition is good, but it's useless. It's the same everywhere. First, find a way to replenish your body, then honestly find a wife and live a good life."