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Li Xiuyun stood in the courtyard.

Looking around, I felt lost and confused.

"What was that noise just now?!"

She had just stepped into the kitchen when she heard a loud crash from the yard, which startled her so much that she almost dropped the empty bowl in her hand.

I initially thought it was an earthquake, but as soon as I got into the yard, I realized something was wrong.

How can an earthquake only tremble once?

"Cough cough."

Yang Xiaoman quickly withdrew her hands from under the stone table, scratched her head in confusion, and replied:

"Mother, it sounded like a loud noise coming from outside the courtyard or from the sky. Maybe it was thunder in a dry season?"

Upon hearing this, Li Xiuyun subconsciously murmured:

"How could a thunderclap in a dry season make such a sound?"

Moreover, she vaguely remembered that the commotion was not just a sound, but it seemed as if the ground had shaken.

"Never mind, it's good that nothing happened."

Li Xiuyun breathed a sigh of relief and didn't think much of it.

Then he turned around and went back to the kitchen.

Seeing that her mother didn't say anything, Yang Xiaoman patted her chest lightly, still feeling lingering fear.

Even she hadn't expected that the innate divine power the system spoke of would be so formidable.

No wonder she felt all her blood and energy drain away in that instant at the ancestral hall; she probably wouldn't have recovered if she hadn't eaten several bowls of white rice.

"Being strong is certainly a good thing, but it does affect the precision of my swordsmanship."

"It seems I need to adapt as soon as possible to avoid a repeat of the accident."

Thinking about it, Yang Xiaoman subconsciously squatted down and looked behind the stone table in front of her.

Two clearly visible handprints were visible, precisely where she had just grabbed.

With her current strength, even without a butcher's knife... she felt she could easily kill a two- or three-hundred-pound fat pig with a full-force punch!

Yang Xiaoman clicked her tongue in amazement. She began to wonder what kind of reward the system would give her after she redeemed her younger sister Yang Xiaoning from the Qi family.

With less than a tael of silver left to go, I should be able to bring my sister back soon and unlock the next reward.

Thinking about this, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation.

At the same time, seeing her mother carrying a full bowl of white rice out of the kitchen, Yang Xiaoman quickly went to greet her.

"Xiaoman, are you feeling better?"

Seeing her walk over unharmed, there was no trace of her previous weakness.

Li Xiuyun was overjoyed, and at the same time, she secretly made up her mind.

From now on, I'll make sure my daughter has two extra bowls of rice!

To prevent the situation from happening again.

"Mom, don't just stand by and watch, eat with your daughter."

Yang Xiaoman nodded with a smile, and then went into the kitchen.

When they came out, they were already holding a bowl of steaming white rice.

After having dinner with her mother, she made up an excuse to go for a walk in the village to digest her food.

Yangjia Village is located on the banks of a small river and is built along the river.

Upstream, there is a huge rock known to everyone in the village. It is about two people tall and requires three to five strong young men to encircle it.

As for moving it? Don't even think about it.

Over time, it was also called the River-Suppressing Black Stone by the villagers of Yangjia Village and the surrounding area.

In order to test the limits of innate superhuman strength, Yang Xiaoman set his sights on it almost without hesitation.

According to the village elders, the weight is said to be at least 10,000 jin (5,000 kg), or at least several dozen shi (100 dan) in total, with different accounts.

Yang Xiaoman naturally paid no attention to these rumors, as the human body has its limits.

Let alone a boulder weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, even a weight of a thousand kilograms would probably be impossible for anyone to move.

Her requirement for herself was simple: as long as she could push it, that would be enough to prove her extraordinary innate strength!

Upon arriving at the riverbank, Yang Xiaoman followed the current upstream and, after only a few steps, saw the black stone that he remembered as the one that guarded the river.

The seven-year-old girl stood to the side, looking up at the black boulder that was more than two meters high, as if it blocked out the sky.

Just as Yang Xiaoman subconsciously stretched out her palm and placed it on the cold black stone surface, before she could exert any force, a burst of playful laughter suddenly came from behind her.

She frowned, looked back, and subconsciously withdrew her hand.

The secret of one's innate superhuman strength is naturally not something that can be easily revealed to outsiders.

Not far away, several children were playing and frolicking.

The leader was someone Yang Xiaoman knew all too well; he was her uncle's son, Yang Jizong!

In her memory, the original owner had a very bad impression of her six-year-old brother because her uncle had a son late in life and spoiled him rotten.

At home, he's practically a living ancestor. He's afraid to offend his own mother, but he beats and scolds everyone else.

The original owner had naturally been bullied quite a bit before.

As images flashed through her mind, Yang Xiaoman's expression gradually turned cold.

"Huh?!"

At the same time, Yang Jizong also saw Yang Xiaoman standing next to the black stone, and immediately stopped in his tracks.

As he subconsciously shrank back, he noticed that her hands were empty, with no sign of the butcher knife. He then involuntarily straightened up.

"Yang! Xiao! Man!"

"I heard that this morning at the ancestral hall, you bullied my parents and forced them to sever ties with your family?!"

Looking at his companions behind him, Yang Jizong put his hands on his hips, raised his eyebrows, and loudly questioned them.

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoman glanced at him coldly and then slowly looked away. She naturally couldn't be bothered to argue with this ignorant cousin.

Unexpectedly, seeing that she remained silent, Yang Jizong curled his lip and shouted:

"A child so young, orphaned and cut off from family, with no ties to him, daring to break village rules and insult his uncle—who would dare play with him now?"

As he shouted loudly, several of his companions behind him joined in the commotion.

Boom!

Yang Xiaoman clenched her fists tightly, her face suddenly darkening.

"Who taught you to say that?!"

Seeing her angry, Yang Jizong made a smug face, "If you have nothing to hide, you're not afraid of what others will say."

"The whole village has heard about you scaring my dad with a butcher knife in the ancestral hall. The adults are all saying it's a pity Uncle San died so young, he didn't raise you well!"

boom!

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoman could no longer contain her anger.

Caught off guard, a punch suddenly slammed into the black stone!

click-

Under the astonished gazes of Yang Jizong and his friends, the massive black boulder, as tall as two people, was suddenly smashed, leaving a crater. As the cracking sound continued, cracks gradually appeared on the surface of the black boulder.

"Sister Xiaoman, are you...are you a human or a ghost?!"

Looking at his cousin, whom he used to bully, Yang Jizong felt a sense of fear and unreality.

Is this really the Xiaoman he knows?

What do you think?

Yang Xiaoman narrowed her eyes, her face filled with endless murderous intent.

She took a step closer.

This sudden action nearly made Yang Jizong cry on the spot. He hurriedly retreated, but bumped into a group of his terrified companions.

In the chaos, several people stumbled and fell to the ground.

His body trembled, and his lower body was almost completely soaked.

"You, you stay away!" Yang Jizong swallowed hard, his eyes filled with terror. Where was his arrogance from just now?

Yang Xiaoman remained unmoved, walked up to him with a cold face, and looked down at Yang Jizong.

In the midst of his terrified state, he grabbed Yang Jizong by the collar with one hand and lifted him into the air without hesitation!

"Ah! Ah! Murder!"

Yang Jizong did not have the courage to resist; he only dared to shout for help at the top of his lungs.

His companions behind him exchanged glances, all of them seeing the fear and terror in each other's eyes. Without hesitation, they got up from the ground, turned around, and ran away!

"You bunch of spineless cowards!"

"If I die, I'll make you pay with your lives in the middle of the night!!!"

As the sounds behind him grew fainter, Yang Jizong's face turned ashen.

He had a feeling.

I'm doomed.