Chapter 217: The Branch Gate of Yu Hua Sect Has Opened

"Young Master, it's time for meals—why not stop cultivating and eat first?"

The village elder of Shi Village, along with several clan elders, came to invite Fang Yu to eat.

"Time for meals? Good."

Fang Yu nodded, his mood quite pleasant; Shi Village was a fine place, and its ancestral spirit was the mighty Willow God.

He had come to Shi Village this time, and through comprehending one of the Willow God's branches, he had awakened to the Heavenly Man Realm; now, seeing the clan elders arrive, he nodded.

"Alright, dinner's ready! Time for meat!"

Seeing Fang Yu truly stop cultivating and join them for meat, the several clan elders of Shi Village were very pleased, and the children were even happier, for they would soon eat the fragrant flesh of ferocious beasts.

The flesh of ferocious beasts and birds had become the most lavish evening meal for the villagers; the enticing aroma drifted down the streets, and bursts of laughter echoed through the village, filling it with joy.

The bonfire danced, and Shi Village was lively; men and women, old and young, all wore smiles, filled with laughter and cheer.

"Young Master, what do you think of our village's children?"

As Shi Village's honored guest, Fang Yu sat at the highest seat; beside him, the elder Shi Yunfeng asked.

"You've raised them well. Of course, I see that child's physique is extremely strong—he will become formidable when he grows up."

Fang Yu's gaze turned to the small figure nearby, Shi Hao.

After eating the ferocious beast meat, the village children were full of energy, playing on the open ground within the village.

"Thud."

A loud crash rang out as a very thin child far away hurled a stone millstone, sending it flying over ten meters.

Seeing this, the clan elders of Shi Village all nodded.

"That little rascal is eight or nine years old, skinny as a stick, but his strength is truly impressive—don't judge a book by its cover."

"Of course—look who he's descended from. I named him Shi Zhonghou; he'll one day leave Dashan and become a marquis or king in a great tribe."

The ground trembled violently as another child went to grab the millstone; it weighed at least three hundred jin, yet a group of children tossed it back and forth without effort.

Fang Yu saw this and nodded; at such a young age, lifting a three-hundred-jin millstone casually—he hadn't possessed such ability at that age himself.

"Young Master, look—these children are about to lift the cauldron; I wonder how many can lift it."

Elder Shi Yunfeng, hearing Fang Yu's praise, smiled and was about to speak, when the ground shook violently and dust rose—some child was attempting to lift the cauldron.

It was a bronze cauldron weighing over a thousand jin, adorned with patterns of flying birds and beasts, ancient and majestic; its legs, worn smooth by years of being lifted, gleamed like mirrors, bearing a carved image of Zhu Que.

This was the Thousand-Jin Cauldron—do not play with it carelessly, or you'll injure yourself; ordinary children could never lift it, for it was far too heavy.

"I'll try!"

A child of twelve or thirteen stepped forward, grasped the cauldron with both hands, and shook it off the ground—but then it crashed down with a thunderous boom, kicking up dust.

The child had clearly failed, but he was unharmed.

"At twelve or thirteen, with seven or eight hundred jin of strength—he's a fine prospect."

Fang Yu spoke, offering his assessment.

"I'll try too."

Another child stepped forward, named Shi Meng, second son in his family, nicknamed Ermeng, and built very stoutly.

"Hum."

He slowly lifted the bronze cauldron, but could not raise it above his head; his arms trembled, and with a thunderous crash he hurled it down, denting the ground and spraying dirt and sand.

This child's strength was nearly a thousand jin.

Another child, named Shi Shi Dazhuang, gripped one handle and one leg of the cauldron, and with a mighty heave lifted it swiftly above his head.

Though his arms and legs trembled, he ultimately succeeded, astonishing the adults.

He was only nine years old—yet he had lifted a thousand-jin cauldron; truly divine strength.

The clan elders all smiled; the years of effort they had poured in had not been wasted—they had often used the true blood of ferocious beasts to forge the children's bodies, and now the results were clear; someday, Shi Village would produce mighty individuals.

"Young Master, how much strength do experts outside typically possess in the Blood Moving Realm?"

Elder Shi Yunfeng turned his gaze back to Fang Yu, eager to compare outsiders with his village's children.

"At this age, possessing a thousand jin of strength is already impressive; of course, the extreme limit of Blood Moving is said to be one hundred thousand jin—but if one extends the body's potential, strength will surely surpass one hundred thousand jin."

Hearing Shi Yunfeng's words, Fang Yu smiled and casually stretched his arm; it extended outward, reaching three or four zhang away.

He turned his neck—and it rotated a full circle, with no ill effect.

But when he exerted himself lightly, his hand effortlessly seized the bronze cauldron; the thousand-jin cauldron felt as weightless as a toy in his grasp.

This was purely a transformation of the body—no magic power was used.

At this level of bodily cultivation, the breath exhaled from his pores was stronger than flying swords; and if he wished, his hand could crush refined iron and rare treasures at will.

Since entering the 5th Stage of Divine Abilities and the Heavenly Man Realm, the Haozhen Heavenly Fire Array had merged into his heart, granting his body roughly three hundred Xuan Huang Horse strengths.

Merely his physical strength amounted to one million five hundred thousand jin.

As for magic power, it was constantly rising, advancing toward an even more terrifying level.

"Big brother's strength is so immense!"

All the children of Shi Village widened their eyes, especially Shi Meng and the other children who had not yet lifted the cauldron—they found this scene utterly beyond imagination.

That cauldron weighed over a thousand jin; for them, even using all their strength could not lift it—but in that Fang family elder's hands, it seemed weightless.

"Young Master Fang has incredible strength!"

"No wonder he's a heavenly prodigy from outside—he's far superior to my child."

"Young Master Fang is truly amazing—when will my child ever gain this much strength?"

The young and strong of Shi Village also marveled; though Fang Yu had already shown his skill earlier, this still stunned them.