These unknowns made Li Sisui more cautious and reserved in his speech, unlike before when he was so outspoken.

Especially after the last great battle, Old Liu's cold expression towards Li Sisui made Li Sisui realize that the people here weren't as simple and honest as he had thought, and that surviving in this world might not be as easy as he had imagined. Li Sisui didn't know when it started, but his senses had become so sharp; just a cold glance had made him think of so much.

"Hey kid, come here!"

The speaker was Old Zhang, the blacksmith. Old Zhang was a man of few words; Li Si had lived in the blacksmith's shop for so long, yet their conversations had never exceeded a hundred words.

"You're here. Is there anything I can help you with, Lao Zhang?"

Li Sisui readily agreed.

"I need to go and discuss some things with the village elders. I don't know when I'll be back. You need to reforge the molds I've already made. You've been in the blacksmith shop for so long, you should have learned by now."

Without waiting for anything else, he turned and walked out of the blacksmith shop, leaving Li Sisui alone in the room again.

He knew what Old Zhang was talking about; it was simply about swinging a sledgehammer to hammer the rough mold into a more refined shape—it was physically demanding work. Li Sisui wasn't a cultivator, and he still needed grains to eat. Although he did some unimportant odd jobs at the blacksmith's shop every day, his contribution to the village was truly negligible. Since he had the opportunity to help Old Zhang, he was very happy to do so.

Without hesitation, Li Sisui rolled up his sleeves, grabbed a dark forging hammer from the corner, weighing at least seventy or eighty pounds, but he didn't pay attention to it. He picked it up casually, then pulled a sword-shaped weapon from the mold, placed it on the stone anvil, and prepared to hammer it with all his might.

Speaking of this stone anvil, it is said to be a unique type of stone found in the back mountains of Yinlong Village. This stone is naturally hard and has a smooth surface, making it the best material for building houses and fortresses. Old Zhang used it as an anvil, which was indeed the most suitable material.

Li Sisui tensed all his muscles, exerted force from bottom to top, and swung the hammer, hitting the sword-shaped mold squarely. With a "clang," an unbelievable scene appeared: the mold on the stone anvil was smashed into pieces by Li Sisui's hammer. What surprised Li Sisui even more was that a visible crack appeared on the stone anvil as well. Then, with a loud bang, the originally hard and intact stone anvil was split in two.

Li Sisui stared in disbelief, scrutinizing the dark hammer in his hand, thinking:

"Could this be a divine artifact that has gone undiscovered? Otherwise, how could it possess such power?"

Li Sisui knew how hard the stone anvil was. When Chen Jing demonstrated it to him, he told him that even if an ordinary person used all their strength, they would hardly be able to damage the stone anvil. Only cultivators could damage the stone anvil. Only those who had reached a certain level of cultivation could completely destroy the stone anvil. That's why the stone anvil was the best choice for building city walls and fortresses.

Now, Li Sisui, who has never cultivated, was able to shatter a stone anvil with a single blow. Could this black hammer in his hand really be a divine artifact that someone had abandoned? However, Li Sisui did not believe that he would have such good luck, so he randomly picked up a smaller hammer from the corner. This kind of small hammer is used to forge some delicate objects. Li Sisui used all his strength and swung the hammer. The stone anvil that had been broken in two before shattered into powder.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. If it were a divine artifact, that would be understandable, but it's impossible for just any random item to have this power. Wouldn't everyone in this village be a master?"

Li Sisui stared blankly at the hammer in his hand, unable to grasp anything, when suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him, as if he had grasped something!

"Could it be that the power has absolutely nothing to do with the hammer, and that the reason it has this power is entirely due to myself?"

Although Li Sisui had been in this strange world for some time, he hadn't had a chance to notice any changes in himself. While he felt he was different from before, he couldn't pinpoint exactly what. The novelty of this strange world overwhelmed him, leaving him no time to examine himself. Now, suddenly discovering he possessed superhuman strength, how could Li Sisui not be overjoyed!

"If it's true, let's test it first!"

Li Sisui muttered to himself, then walked to a huge stone pot filled with water. This stone pot was used to cool and solidify the forged mold. It was a stone pot that three people could hug, weighing at least 400 jin (200 kg), and it was filled with water.

Li Sisui stretched out his hands and placed them on the protruding stone walls on both sides. He tensed all his muscles and shouted, "Rise!" The stone pot, which had never moved, slowly lifted off the ground and rose more than a foot high. At this time, Li Sisui's face was red and his veins were bulging. He was clearly exhausted.

With a loud thud, the stone pot fell back to its original spot, and a series of heavy breathing sounds, mixed with excited shouts, came from inside the house:

"Haha, I have a skill now, haha, is this my capital to stand in this world?"

Li Sisui seemed unable to believe what she was seeing, staring intently at her hands as if trying to see through them.

After a while, Li Sisui seemed to lose heart again and said to himself:

"What's the use of having strength? Before you even get close to someone, they've already flown away. You can throw a few darts and you're dead."

Thinking back to what Li Sisui had seen, her joy gradually subsided. But then she thought, something is better than nothing. At least she now had a skill, which was better than being completely powerless. At least she had something to fight for.

Li Sisui's mood immediately improved, but looking at the unusable stone anvil in front of him, Li Sisui began to have a headache again. How was he going to explain to Old Zhang when he came back?

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