Divine Power (Seeking Recommendation Tickets, Collections)

Time always slips away unnoticed; in the blink of an eye, two years have passed. Little One is now three and a half years old and has his own name—Shi Hao. When he was just over a year old, he could only toddle behind the older children, but now at three and a half, his physique is astonishingly powerful, and he often charges about alongside the older group.

Shi Lin, who is three years older than Little One, is now six and a half. Shi Lin is deservedly the number one among the youths of Stone Village; he could lift a thousand-jin stone three years ago, and now, he is even more formidable.

At this moment, an open space in Stone Village is packed with people, surrounded so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass through. The men, women, and children of the village are watching the youths perform their martial exercises.

A group of children with sturdy muscles, bare-chested and drenched in sweat, are sparring in pairs. Some are even able to swing hundred-jin bronze hammers, sending gusts of wind whistling through the air.

They range from six or seven to twelve or thirteen years old, each one like a young fierce beast of the mountains, possessing immense strength and an astonishingly robust and solid physique.

"Look quickly, that's my boy! He's only six, yet he can use a hundred-jin bluestone as a shield. How many can compare to that? He's sure to be an incredible hero in the Great Wilderness one day!"

"My boy is even more impressive. Look, he's pulled that rhinoceros-tendon bow—the kind only an adult can draw—to its full length. In the future, he'll definitely be able to shoot down powerful fierce beasts and kill adult Pixiu with a single arrow."

Though the villagers are simple folk, they love to boast about their children when gathered together. After comparing them, some of the burly men clench their fan-sized hands into fists, waving them about with beaming, animated expressions.

The women of the village are also smiling from ear to ear. This group of children is truly outstanding; each one is as vigorous as a dragon or tiger, possessing inexhaustible strength. Stone Village will surely become powerful because of them in the future.

"Moo..."

A roar from a Reckless Bull shakes the village.

"Look! Er Meng is only eight and a half, and he actually flipped a Reckless Bull over with his bare hands! Incredible!"

In the center of the field, a large, blue-black Reckless Bull, its body as sleek and shiny as satin, lets out a roar like muffled thunder. Yet, the moment it went wild, it was forcefully thrown to the ground by a child who isn't even very tall, sparking a wave of exclamations.

"All the hard work hasn't been in vain. The tribal elders have been tempering their bodies with the true blood of fierce beasts and bone-strengthening medicinal herbs every few days, and it's had a great effect."

"The children are all very strong. Perhaps a few human heroes will truly emerge from among them, killing the powerful primordial species in the depths of the mountains until they flee in terror."

With a loud "thud," a thin, wiry child in the distance throws a stone millstone, sending it flying over ten meters away.

"Oh my, is that Pi Hou? He looks so scrawny, yet he has such great strength. Truly, one cannot judge a book by its cover."

"That's right. Don't look at who his father is! I named him Shi Zhonghou; he is destined to walk out of these mountains and go to the famous, prosperous great tribes to be enfeoffed as a marquis or a king."

The adult men boast to one another, all feeling that their own children are extraordinary.

"Boom!"

The ground shakes violently, and dust rises. Everyone's gaze is drawn to the center of the clearing, where someone is attempting to lift a cauldron! There sits a bronze cauldron weighing over a thousand jin, engraved with patterns of birds and beasts, exuding an ancient aura. The walls of the cauldron are thick, carrying a heavy, imposing presence. The legs of the cauldron are smooth as mirrors from being constantly gripped, and a Vermilion Bird pattern is branded upon them.

"Little Shi Jiao, that won't work. You nearly threw your back out just now; you only managed to lift it off the ground. You're still too young; you won't be able to lift it for another four years," an adult jokes.

A thousand-jin bronze cauldron cannot be trifled with, or one might injure themselves. Ordinary children cannot lift it, and they are usually not allowed near it, as it is simply too heavy.

"Let me try!"

A very sturdy child steps forward, looking to be about twelve or thirteen. He grips one ear and one leg of the cauldron with both hands and exerts force. The great cauldron is shaken and leaves the ground, but it immediately crashes back down with a boom, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Clearly, he failed, though fortunately, the child was not injured.

"My turn!"

Another child steps forward. He is the one who just threw the Reckless Bull, named Shi Meng. He is the second child in his family, nicknamed Er Meng. He is indeed very thick-set and sturdy, and he is only eight and a half years old.

With a "hum," the bronze cauldron leaves the ground and is gradually lifted into the air, which shocks everyone. He is still just a child, yet he has achieved this; it is truly astonishing.

"Boom!"

Unfortunately, he cannot lift it over his head. His arms begin to tremble, and with a loud crash, he drops it, creating a pit in the ground as dirt and sand fly everywhere.

Once someone takes the lead, the other children are eager to try. And so, the children step up one by one to shake the cauldron, yet none succeed.

It isn't until a tall child with thick eyebrows and large eyes steps forward—Shi Dazhuang—that things change. He takes a deep breath, grips an ear and a leg of the cauldron, and lifts it with a roar, quickly hoisting it over his head.

Although his arms are trembling slightly and his legs are wobbling, he succeeds, leaving the adults in awe. After all, he is only a nine-year-old child; he can be called a natural-born prodigy of strength!

"Well done, Dazhuang! You'll surely be extraordinary in the future!"

"He's only a nine-year-old child! I believe that within a radius of several thousand li, few of his peers can compare. He will surely be one of the most powerful people in this region!"

The adults naturally do not skimp on their praise. They also encourage and praise Er Meng, as he nearly succeeded and possesses astonishing strength.

"Let me try too!" Shi Lin rushes out from the crowd. Shi Lin possesses a unique beauty; he is sturdy but has fair skin, with sword-like brows and star-bright eyes. He is tall and straight, and at six and a half, he is already one meter three.

Shi Lin walks calmly toward a five-thousand-jin Black Cauldron.

"Look, Shi Lin is going to lift that five-thousand-jin giant cauldron!"

"If Shi Lin lifts that, his future achievements will surely be immense!"

Shi Lin grips the ear of the cauldron, plants his feet, and slowly exerts force with a unique posture.

"Rise!" Shi Lin shouts.

The giant cauldron actually lifts off the ground, hoisted up by Shi Lin.

"Shi Lin is too amazing! To have such strength at such a young age—he's even more impressive than his father, Shi Linhu, was at his age!"

"Lin is mighty!"

The tribal elders all smile. The effort spent over these years has not been in vain; tempering these children with the true blood of fierce beasts has shown its effects. Stone Village will surely produce some formidable warriors in the future.

Shi Linhu is grinning from ear to ear.

"Little One, you're craning your neck—do you want to try too?" an adult teases.

In the crowd, a little fellow is peering curiously; it is Little One, now named Shi Hao. He is very small and has to stand on his tiptoes to squeeze forward just to see the older children lifting the cauldron.

"That's right, everyone says Little Hao has astonishing divine strength. Even though he's a bit young, he should come and give it a try. Don't worry about the cauldron yet, come and try lifting the stone locks first."

Someone nodded and said, "I heard from my own kid that Little Hao is no less strong than them. I never believed it, but now is the perfect time for Little One to show us."

Shi Hao was three and a half years old, his jet-black hair falling to his shoulders. His large eyes were dark, bright, and full of spirit. He looked fair, clean, and incredibly cute.

Little One looked toward the tribal elders, all of whom were smiling. Shi Yunfeng said, "Go on, I also want to see just how much strength you have now."

"Ya-hei!" Shi Hao was very small, and the sound he made while exerting force was naturally childish, yet he lifted a large stone roller with ease.

"Truly remarkable!" Everyone nodded.

Afterward, he grabbed a stone millstone and threw it with a sudden burst of strength. With a whoosh, the heavy stone tool flew as if it were a common pebble, soaring sixty or seventy meters away in an instant.

With a loud "boom," the millstone slammed into the ground, creating a large crater. Sand and gravel sprayed everywhere, dust billowed up, and the very earth shook violently.

The crowd stood stunned, unable to speak.

Next, Little One suddenly ran toward the large, blue-black Reckless Bull, exerted force rapidly, grabbed one of its horns, and flipped it directly onto the ground.

Although he used great technique, it was enough to prove how astonishing his strength was. A collective gasp of cold air swept through the scene; the villagers felt as if they were watching a young ferocious beast showing its might, a true shock to the senses.

One had to remember that little Shi Hao was still very young. He was the shortest in the crowd, looking for all the world like a porcelain doll, making it hard to associate him with such brute force.

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, Shi Hao walked toward the large cauldron. Limited by his height, he couldn't reach the handles, so he squatted down and braced his hands under the base. With a sudden burst of effort and a thunderous rumble, the bronze cauldron lifted off the ground and was hoisted above his head.

Everyone was dumbfounded, unable to believe what they were seeing. A mere three-and-a-half-year-old child had actually lifted a thousand-jin cauldron; it was simply too shocking.

What was this? He was like the child of a Golden-Winged Dapeng, or perhaps the offspring of a pure-blooded Pixiu King. Little Shi Hao was comparable to the cub of a true Primordial Remnant.

The villagers were petrified, standing there in a daze. Although they had heard rumors that Little One's physique far surpassed his peers, they hadn't expected his physical body to be this monstrous.

"Could he be using the mysterious power of Bone Text?" someone asked.

"No, I saw it clearly. This is pure physical strength," said Shi Linhu, the leader of the hunting party.

"Boom!"

Little One Shi Hao dropped the bronze cauldron to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. He quickly stepped back, avoiding the rising haze. This massive sound caused the villagers' hearts to tighten once more—this child was truly a monster.

The result was unbelievable. A three-year-old toddler had lifted a thousand-jin cauldron; such a feat was hard to find not only in these mountains but even at the ends of the earth.

Shi Lin had once lifted a thousand-jin stone at three and a half, already becoming the pride of Stone Village. Now that Little One had done the same, the future of Stone Village was truly limitless!

The villagers were all shaken, and even the Chief, Shi Yunfeng, was startled. He had assumed Shi Hao was still too young to lift that cauldron, never expecting him to achieve it ahead of time.

"Is this real? How could a little guy like Shi Hao have such great strength? I have never heard of such a child."

"It is indeed incredible. If he weren't a human, I would have thought the cub of a True Hou had run here!"

The villagers regained their senses and began to discuss it fervently. The little guy's performance was like a thunderbolt across the sky, leaving everyone's hearts pounding in deep shock.

"Chief, you have traveled to some prosperous regions. Have you ever seen a child like this?"

"That's right, Yunfeng, you have visited many powerful tribes. Have you ever heard of such a monster?" Even some of the elders couldn't sit still, unable to help but ask, feeling stunned by Little One's performance.

Shi Yunfeng said, "I once saw a few special children in a large tribe of millions. They were gifted by the heavens and truly jaw-dropping. They were already very strong at a young age, but I feel they were still slightly inferior to Little One."

The villagers were stunned upon hearing this, then burst into laughter. This was a great blessing from the heavens for Stone Village! A child comparable to the cub of a Primordial Remnant—if he were to grow up, what would that mean?! Stone Village would flourish because of him.

An elder analyzed, "Those large tribes are so powerful, filled with experts. They must be able to hunt terrifying, boundless ferocious beasts and use the rare blood of Primordial Remnants to temper and baptize the bodies of those gifted children. Otherwise, the gap between them and Little One might have been even larger."

"The various realms are boundless and vast. In the territories of those legendary super-clans and some princes, there might be even more formidable children. After all, the world is too big; what we know is only a corner of it," said Shi Yunfeng.

This martial demonstration left the villagers overjoyed. The children were all strong and held great potential, especially Shi Lin, who had shocked everyone. As for Shi Hao, he was an unexpected surprise whose performance was truly earth-shattering. When the crowd dispersed, several tribal elders and key figures like Shi Linhu did not leave, remaining to earnestly discuss the topic that had just concluded.