Chapter 184: What Use Is This Strength to Me?

Yan Yu was getting a bit excessive with her tree-touching.

Yan Lao’er watched as she carefully and cautiously stroked the tree, as if afraid she might break it…

Something felt off.

After selling a few trees, Yan Yu checked the time and decisively gave up on selling more.

She started clearing the shelves.

Bolts of fabric, snow-white cotton, hemp shoes, straw sandals, cloth shoes, cotton boots, single-layer clothing, padded clothes, a thick cotton quilt…

There were also bamboo mats, straw mats, and a rather large woven bamboo basket.

Oh, and a woven bamboo fan.

She still had over 300 left in her balance, and the timer was down to the last ten seconds.

Yan Yu quickly made a move, lightly touching the tree.

Confirmed sale.

Fast.

And for the final purchase—one bamboo slip.

Successfully bought!

Swish!

The screen disappeared.

A bamboo slip appeared on the ground, and Yan Yu didn’t even dare to pick it up.

After a while, her brain processed everything, and she organized her thoughts.

She was no longer just an ordinary little girl—she was now a super-strong girl!!!

Turning around, she looked pitifully at her father and wailed, “Dad! What do I do?! Your daughter drank a strength potion, and now she’s ridiculously strong! Look at this tree…”

She gave it a normal slap.

In her mind: The tree struggles to hold itself together, not shattering or splitting is already my last stand…

In reality: The tree remains completely unbothered, not even a single tremor.

Yan Lao’er’s jaw dropped, unable to close for a long while.

What… what?!

Strength potion?!

His daughter drank it?!

Wait a minute. His head was spinning. He needed a moment to process.

Yan Lao’er took a while to absorb the information, then cautiously stepped forward.

“Daughter, let’s do this—use the smallest, tiniest bit of strength and tap me,” he requested through gritted teeth.

He had to confirm just how much her strength had increased.

“No way, Dad! I don’t dare!” Yan Yu chickened out. Her mind was now filled with all the anime, movies, and web novels she had seen, and their exaggerated portrayals of strength.

Premise: Once you gain strength!

Anime world: One punch… kills Superman!

Xianxia world: All spell cultivators are trash!

Magic world: Mages are all fragile!

Horror world: Punch ghosts, kick demons!

High martial world: Crush all who oppose me! If one punch isn’t enough, then a thousand per second!

Low martial world: I am the lone star of destiny, whoever touches me dies!

Modern setting: I can push tanks… planes… aircraft carriers (okay, maybe not that, but at least I’d leave a handprint).

Ancient setting: …

Yan Yu thought hard but couldn’t find a proper classification.

No, it wasn’t that there wasn’t one—there were too many!

Beating up tigers and bears wouldn’t be enough. Should she challenge Uncle Qi, Fourth Uncle Qi, and Fifth Uncle Qi all at once?

…Wait, wasn’t this measurement unit a bit weird?

Yan Lao’er had no idea how far her thoughts had spiraled. He picked up a rock and handed it to her, looking very serious.

“Squeeze this.”

Yan Yu squeezed it. Nothing happened.

She increased her strength. Still nothing.

Unwilling to give up, she used all her might…

The rock remained a rock.

“Maybe the rock is wrong. Smooth ones are harder to crush. Let me try another,” Yan Yu said seriously.

Then she found another rock.

Still, no effect.

She started to doubt—had she taken a fake potion?

Her whole world crumbled.

She didn’t doubt the young brother but worried that he might have been scammed.

If the potion was fake, would it cause any side effects?

How could she precisely measure her strength?

Slowly, she turned her gaze to Sanbao, who was quietly chewing on grass nearby.

Yes, Sanbao, the diligent little ox, was sticking to its role with full dedication.

“Sanbao, don’t move. Let me try pushing you.” Yan Yu walked over, placed her hands gently on the ox’s rear, and pushed with increasing strength.

Sanbao obediently stayed still, only flicking its tail.

Yan Lao’er noticed the issue. “If you tell it not to move, of course, it won’t. That won’t tell us anything. Let’s go back to the charcoal-burning site and have you lift some logs.”

Yan Yu nodded and cautiously kept her distance from her dad.

At first, Yan Lao’er relaxed when she failed to lift logs multiple times. He assumed she had only gained a little strength and was just making a fuss over nothing.

But then Yan Yu easily picked up a log taller than herself—without any difficulty.

Yan Lao’er was stunned.

He had just witnessed the real effect of the strength potion.

Yan Yu pushed further, constantly challenging heavier logs.

Eventually, she started struggling a bit. She could lift them but couldn’t carry them far.

Then she grabbed Uncle Qi’s axe and started chopping trees.

She could swing it. She could cut into the wood.

Panting from exertion, she paused to catch her breath.

Even with great strength, she still got tired.

Yan Lao’er was shocked.

Inside, he shed tears of envy.

That was supposed to be his! That was supposed to be his strength!!!

Meanwhile, Yan Yu was still conducting tests.

After confirming it wasn’t a fake potion, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Dad, look at my tree-chopping speed. How does it compare to Uncle Qi and the others?”

Yan Lao’er collected himself, thought for a moment, and answered with a complex expression, “You’re still not as good as your uncles from the Qi family, but your strength is greater than mine.”

Yan Yu laughed like a goose.

She looked at her hands—she had used too much force and had scraped her skin.

Yan Yu: …

“Dad! My strength increased, but my hands are still too weak!”

Yan Lao’er examined her hands.

“What more do you want? Drinking one potion gave you great strength, and now you expect iron skin too? You’re already incredibly strong for your size.”

“I wonder if my strength will grow as I age? And if I keep training, will I get even stronger?” Yan Yu pondered.

Yan Lao’er said, “Instead of worrying about increasing your strength, think about how to hide it. Overnight, you turned into a super-strong girl. You’ll scare people.”

Yan Yu nodded enthusiastically. “Right, right! I need to learn how to use less force. But wait—big bro also had an awakening, and he never seemed to struggle. That means this strength must be controllable.”

Yan Lao’er nodded as if it was obvious. “Of course it’s controllable. It’s your own strength. You use it when you want and hold back when you don’t.”

Yan Yu thought about it. He had a point.

She couldn’t let all those crazy fictional settings influence her—her strength was hers to use as she pleased.

Summoning her courage, she lightly poked her dad.

Yan Lao’er blinked. “Didn’t feel anything.”

Yan Yu was delighted and added a tiny bit more force.

Yan Lao’er commented, “Nothing. Try a little harder.”

…

Father and daughter kept testing like this until his arm turned red.

Finally, they concluded:

Her strength was fully controllable.

As long as she handled things gently, avoided roughhousing, and didn’t randomly hit people, there would be no problem.

The two, carefree as ever, tossed the matter aside and happily began counting their newly acquired goods.