"Should I add some fertilizer?" Chu Feng pondered. He had cleared a spot in the courtyard's flower bed and was hesitating before burying the seeds.
Because he valued them so much, he was being very cautious, and ordinary chemical fertilizers definitely wouldn't do.
He turned his head to look at the yellow ox, which was still grinning at him mockingly, as if watching a fool. It was clear that it thought the three wrinkled seeds wouldn't survive.
"Yellow Ox, you need to help. Whether these three seeds can sprout depends entirely on you."
Seeing his serious expression, the yellow ox was taken aback and very confused. It mooed, as if asking why he was saying this.
"Look, the soil in my flower bed is for growing flowers and plants, and it lacks fertilizer. You can contribute some," Chu Feng said calmly.
The yellow ox was initially bewildered, but then it understood the meaning. It immediately widened its eyes, and white smoke began to emerge from its nostrils as it stared at him intently.
"Don't be angry. It's not a big deal for you. It's a natural thing. I even allow you to do it right here in the flower bed."
White smoke started to come out of the yellow ox's ears, and its eyes looked like they could kill. It glared at Chu Feng angrily, and one of its front hooves began to dig into the ground, ready to charge over.
"Don't be so agitated. I don't mind. It's just a bit smelly, and I can endure it," Chu Feng said, not knowing when to stop.
The yellow ox charged over and knocked him flying. Fortunately, it didn't use its golden horns. Even so, Chu Feng fell into the flower bed.
He winced in pain, finally understanding how Zhou Quan felt. Negotiating with a cow was too dangerous!
In fact, the yellow ox was even angrier. It glared at him with its bull eyes, suspecting that this guy might be even more unreliable than the fat man, and needed to be disciplined!
Chu Feng rubbed his arm and got up, sighing. "You don't know, these are sacred seeds. I'm afraid ordinary fertilizer won't do. You have a mysterious background, right? They say cow manure is very effective, and there's also the saying about good luck from cows..."
The yellow ox let out a low roar. Although it wasn't very big, its voice echoed like a thunderclap in the courtyard, making Chu Feng quickly cover his ears.
"Alright, alright, don't come over. If you don't want to, that's fine!" Chu Feng said, because he saw the yellow ox's four hooves digging into the ground, ready to charge into the flower bed.
Chu Feng placed the slightly plumper seed in the soil, then buried it and started watering it.
"It's up to you now," he muttered to himself.
The three seeds had been sealed in a stone box for countless years, and he really didn't know if they would sprout. He had no confidence.
However, if they weren't ordinary, they should have strong vitality. Even if the current environment wasn't very suitable, they should eventually come to life.
"Maybe it's better without cow manure," Chu Feng muttered, because he thought of a serious problem.
The yellow ox looked at him with a bad expression, confused and staring.
Chu Feng explained, "What if we really grow a Queen Mother of the West or a Nine Heavens Mystic Lady? If they find out I used cow manure as fertilizer, they might kill me!"
The yellow ox was stunned, then became furious and mooed, ready to charge over again.
"Don't come over. I'm telling the truth. If they find out, they might consider it the greatest desecration. I'd rather be safe and honest, and save myself the trouble," Chu Feng laughed.
The yellow ox snorted white smoke from its nose, glared at him fiercely, and turned to eat a pineapple.
"I gave you fresh grass and apples, the pineapple is mine!" Chu Feng chased after it.
In the end, he buried the three seeds in three different spots because the soil for growing flowers had several types, and he thought it was safer to spread them out.
"I really hope they sprout soon," Chu Feng wished, eager to see what would grow.
"But if we really grow a Mystic Lady, I won't have much to worry about. I created them, so how can it be desecration? They might even be very obedient," he smiled.
A moo interrupted his thoughts.
The yellow ox grinned, its eyes slanted, as if mocking him for daydreaming, with a look of disdain.
"Get lost!" Chu Feng pushed the ox's head away, feeling speechless at being mocked by a cow.
Suddenly, he heard a loud explosion. A streak of fire, extremely bright, shot into the sky, making his heart race.
Was this to attack those plants in outer space? Chu Feng was alarmed.
The yellow ox's instincts were sharp. It opened its eyes wide at the first moment, sensing it before Chu Feng. Its body tensed, and its golden fur shimmered like ripples.
It was nervous, sensing a threat.
Chu Feng realized that seeing a missile launch was quite rare, as people usually couldn't witness it.
"I actually saw it, not far away, which means the situation is very serious," he said solemnly.
In the past two days, he had heard many rumors. It was said that such terrifying weapons had already been used against outer space, but it hadn't been reported.
He decided to check the internet for news.
At the same time, his communicator beeped. It was Zhou Quan contacting him. After connecting, he immediately heard the fat man's excited voice.
"Brother, did you see it? It was magnificent! A sword soared into the sky, heading for outer space. I actually saw it with my own eyes, and it will likely clear out those strange plants!"
"I hope it works," Chu Feng responded, but he also reminded Zhou Quan to prepare for the worst.
Then, he asked how Zhou Quan felt after eating the fruit.
"There have been big changes. Uh, I won't say more. I'm very tired and about to fall into a deep sleep again," Zhou Quan laughed awkwardly.
"You didn't grow a tail, did you?" Chu Feng suspected, as the guy was acting evasively.
"How could I!" Zhou Quan shouted, explaining vigorously that he hadn't turned into a hideous monster.
"Then what's wrong? Why are you stammering?" Chu Feng asked.
"I... grew a horn!" Zhou Quan was on the verge of tears, then cursed, "It must be that Bull Demon King's doing. It looks a lot like a bull's horn!"
The yellow ox was curious about Chu Feng's communicator, staring at it. It also heard Zhou Quan's curses and came over, mockingly mooing into the communicator, "Moo, moo, moo..."
"Bull Demon King! Are you saying I look like a bull, and will eventually moo like you?!" Zhou Quan was furious.
"Snap," Chu Feng cut off the call, but the yellow ox was still amused, finding it entertaining to see Zhou Quan get so angry.
Chu Feng started searching for news. There were no official reports, but there were many rumors.
Some people even uploaded pictures similar to what Chu Feng had seen.
All over the world, people believed that a large-scale bombardment had already begun, and some had seen plant debris falling from the sky.
"Big things are about to happen," Chu Feng muttered, frowning deeply.
If it had been effective, it would have been announced by now. The continued silence indicated a very serious situation!
He then looked at other reports. People were very interested in discussing supernatural abilities, even in the tense atmosphere.
The Silver-Winged Heavenly Deity, Vajra, Fire Spirit, and White Tiger King were all said to have extraordinary abilities, and some believed they might one day be revered as deities.
Chu Feng closed these reports, feeling worried. He didn't know what the future held and needed to prepare.
The yellow ox was unhappy that he closed the reports and gestured for him to reopen them. The audio and video content was very appealing to it.
Chu Feng threw the communicator to it and walked out of the house alone.
He walked along the street for a while and arrived at a large courtyard, which was the home of Old Master Zhao, also a cold weapon workshop.
To this day, this ancient craft was almost extinct, but it had been passed down in Old Master Zhao's family for generations.
The Zhao family had adapted to the times, using modern alloy materials to create famous knives and tools, which were highly regarded in the field.
The folding crossbow Chu Feng had taken to the Tibetan region was a gift from Old Master Zhao.
"Little Chu, when did you come back?" Old Master Zhao smiled when he saw him. He was in his sixties but still very robust, with white hair that was thick and stood up.
It was clear that this tall, sturdy old man was a very tough person.
"I came back in the middle of the night, slept for a while, and then came to visit you, Old Master," Chu Feng smiled.
"You're a smooth talker, aren't you? What are you after this time?" Old Master Zhao asked with a smile.
"Old Master, I want you to help me polish some crossbow arrows," Chu Feng explained. With the strange changes happening everywhere, he felt uneasy and wanted to be prepared.
He didn't expect to get guns, which were strictly controlled and impossible to buy, but in this era, some cold weapons could be sold with a license.
After a brief exchange, Chu Feng explained what he wanted and then said goodbye.
Old Master Zhao told him that many people had been buying various alloy knives and tools recently, and they were in high demand, but he would definitely make the items Chu Feng needed first.
When he returned home, Chu Feng was puzzled. From a distance, he could hear the yellow ox mooing non-stop.
He soon found the problem. The ox was playing with the communicator, looking very happy and engrossed.
Wait, what was it doing? When Chu Feng got closer, he was shocked. The yellow ox had opened the contact list and seemed to be calling people.
Chu Feng's head spun, and black lines appeared on his forehead.
Especially when he saw the names, he almost bled from his nose. The contact list included names like Lin Nuoyi.
"Bull Demon King, I'll fight you to the death!" Chu Feng shouted.