This night, Chu Feng slept particularly soundly, falling asleep as soon as he lay down, and had no dreams throughout the night.
As for the yellow ox, his face was sullen. He had to run out three or four times during the night, grinding his teeth and snorting, almost wanting to barge into Chu Feng's room immediately and give him a few kicks.
However, it was afraid of alarming that guy and being laughed at!
After running out five times, the yellow ox could no longer bear it; his face turned green. This was only because its physique was strong enough; if it were a human, they would probably have to squat outside all night without running back and forth.
Under the moonlight, it sneaked into the storage room like a thief, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, and finally found another identical small bottle.
After opening it, it angrily swallowed half a bottle of pills in one breath. The effect was immediate, and it no longer had to run out. It lay back on the bed, sprawling out, and fell into a deep sleep.
In the early morning, Chu Feng and the yellow ox almost woke up at the same time. They stood in the courtyard, facing east, and performed a special breathing technique.
Chu Feng felt that the effect of the breathing technique was incredibly significant, especially when facing the warm morning light, making his whole body feel comfortable, as if warm currents were spreading throughout.
In the end, it was as if he was in a large furnace, his body burning hot, his pores opening, as if being purified and undergoing some kind of transformation.
Sure enough, when he opened his eyes, he saw that strange phenomenon again. His body seemed to be covered in a light golden veil, very real, which then converged into his flesh and blood as the breathing technique ended.
Not far away, the yellow ox was envious. This special breathing technique had shown its strongest effect on Chu Feng. How long had it been? It had already changed his physique.
This was an evolution. The breathing technique had a significant effect, refining his flesh and blood, adjusting his various life parameters, and continuously strengthening his physique.
The yellow ox was increasingly convinced that the petal Chu Feng obtained was extraordinary, a top-tier catalyst that played a crucial role.
However, calculating the time, its effect was about to pass, as any substance has a certain duration.
Thinking of the pollen and the catalyst, the yellow ox's heart was on fire. It ran to the flower bed and looked again and again, but unfortunately, the three seeds still showed no signs of growth.
However, it held hope, as they were brought back from Kunlun Mountain, a place that was very special according to what it knew.
The yellow ox let out a low roar and suddenly charged at Chu Feng, starting an attack to avenge the diarrhea from the previous night.
“Dead ox, you're serious!”
Chu Feng was startled and quickly leaped up, dodging the ox's charge, and countered with the first punch.
In the end, Chu Feng fled. A wise man doesn't suffer a loss in front of an opponent. He sensed that the ox was harboring a deep grudge, wanting to stuff the remaining lamb skewers into his mouth.
He came to Old Master Zhao's cold weapon workshop. This time, he wanted some sharp blades because he had discovered that his current strength was so great that a flick of his wrist could send a black short sword flying, with an effect even more astonishing than a crossbow bolt.
Chu Feng roughly described what he wanted, and Old Master Zhao said it was no problem and could make him a batch of throwing knives.
“Little Chu, you really like these things?” Old Master Zhao asked. He was quite tall, with short hair standing straight up, making him look very tough and spirited.
“I've always liked them. Before, I thought crossbow bolts were good, but now, I find that throwing knives are even more sharp and direct,” Chu Feng said.
“You're wrong. The true power of a bow is immense, but some techniques have been lost over time,” Old Master Zhao sighed.
“With the development of the times, it's inevitable. Even the strongest bows can't match guns and cannons,” Chu Feng said.
“Not necessarily,” Old Master Zhao shook his head.
Chu Feng was surprised. He knew that Old Master Zhao had inherited the family craft, and his cold weapon workshop was very famous, attracting many people from all over.
It was said that his ancestors had once made divine weapons in ancient times.
However, it was unknown whether those ancient weapons were still as strong and sharp as they were compared to modern craftsmanship.
“In ancient times, some weapons were very magical. For example, a bow could shoot not only arrows but also some mysterious force, with immense destructive power,” Old Master Zhao said, referring to family records.
“Such a bow is very special, but ordinary people can't use it. It's said that only those old Taoists and monks over a hundred years old could barely pull it.”
“So mysterious, the older the better at pulling the bow?” Chu Feng was puzzled.
“Going a bit far, almost like a myth. However, it's said that in ancient times, some old Taoists and high monks, after death, their bodies did not decay, and the room was filled with a fragrant aroma. This was because their bodies were extraordinary, and they were incredibly strong in life, considered to have achieved physical sanctity. Only such people could pull the bow my ancestors made,” Old Master Zhao's face had a mysterious glow, as if he yearned for that era when such mythical bows could be made.
According to him, one arrow could collapse a city gate.
“Old Master Zhao, snap out of it, come back to reality,” Chu Feng laughed, waving his hand in front of Old Master Zhao's eyes, as he had really zoned out after saying those things.
“You little brat, don't mock me. You don't believe it, but there really were such bows!” Old Master Zhao's face was a bit red, saying so.
“This is from many years ago, probably thousands of years. You know, it's the post-civilization era now,” Chu Feng said dismissively.
Even if they existed, who could see them now? They were probably buried somewhere underground.
“I've seen it!” Old Master Zhao blurted out. He had a tough personality, a stubborn old man, and even when joking with acquaintances, he could be quite rigid.
“Old Master Zhao, if it really exists, show it to me!” Chu Feng's eyes immediately lit up. If there was such a mysterious large bow, he wanted to borrow it and take it to the Taihang Mountains to test its power, regardless of armed helicopters, flying anomalies, or silver-winged deities, all could be shot down from the sky if they provoked him.
Old Master Zhao regretted saying those things and quickly shook his head, waving his hands, and said he didn't have such a thing.
“Old Master Zhao, I know your character. You definitely have it, show it to me,” Chu Feng's eyes were fiery.
Old Master Zhao looked around and then slammed the door shut. After hesitating, he said, “Alright, I'll show it to you.”
Finally, he pulled out a large stone box from under his bed, which looked very ancient and clearly wasn't from modern times.
Obviously, it was very heavy, and even Old Master Zhao felt it was quite heavy when dragging it on the ground.
“Stored in a stone box?” Chu Feng was surprised.
“Yes, because it was buried underground for many years, and they were worried the wooden box would rot. Later, even though it was taken out, my ancestors thought the stone box was more reliable, so they kept it this way.”
Chu Feng understood. There was a period when the world was unstable, and precautions were necessary.
After opening the stone box, a large bow was revealed, nearly 1.5 meters long, brown, and dull, giving a very ancient feeling.
The entire bow exuded an ancient and weathered aura, clearly not an ordinary object.
Chu Feng tried to pick it up and was immediately surprised. The material of the bow was very special and extremely heavy, and most people couldn't lift it, as it weighed at least 100 kilograms.
Even metal wouldn't be this heavy.
However, for him, it wasn't a problem.
“Little Chu, don't move it around, it's too heavy,” Old Master Zhao warned.
However, Chu Feng easily held it in one hand, making a shooting posture.
Old Master Zhao was stunned. Such a heavy bow, and he could lift it so easily and effortlessly.
“Little Chu, you have great strength!”
“Why is there no bowstring?”
Old Master Zhao sighed. The bowstring had long been destroyed, and the bow was now just the bow frame.
“Just tie a bowstring, right?” Chu Feng was puzzled and didn't understand.
“You don't understand. The original bowstring was said to be made of dragon sinew. Ordinary bowstrings wouldn't match this bow and wouldn't be able to unleash its power,” Old Master Zhao said.
Chu Feng clearly didn't believe it. How could there be dragon sinew?
Old Master Zhao nodded and said, “It's probably the sinew of some strange beast.”
“Old Master Zhao, lend it to me for a few days. I'll find a suitable beast sinew and restore the bow's glory,” Chu Feng said with fiery eyes.
“This bow has no meaning here. I can give it to you, but you won't be able to pull it,” Old Master Zhao said.
However, he was shocked to see Chu Feng grab both ends of the bow with both hands and exert force, gradually bending it.
What's going on? Old Master Zhao was stunned because he knew how astonishing this bow was. In the past, seven or eight strong young men couldn't bend it together.
However, Chu Feng was even more shocked.
As he exerted force, the bow emitted sounds of tigers, leopards, and large beasts, and finally, thunder, making a lot of noise, which was quite astonishing.
“Little Chu, you... are a monster!” Old Master Zhao was incredibly shocked, dazed, and talked a lot to Chu Feng, almost not knowing what to say.
After a long time, Chu Feng bid farewell to Old Master Zhao and returned home.
“Yellow Ox, stop, let's cease the fight. Look what I brought back, a secret treasure!” Chu Feng quickly stopped the yellow ox, not wanting to fight anymore.
The yellow ox's eyes were fixed, staring at the bow continuously.
When it tried to bend the large bow, it indeed reproduced various animal roars and bird calls, and finally, thunder.
“What's the name of this bow?” It wrote on the ground to ask.
“Old Master Zhao said it's the Great Thunder Sound Bow, but the bowstring was accidentally destroyed long ago. It's said that the original bowstring was made of dragon sinew,” Chu Feng said.
“Go hunt a dragon!” The yellow ox decisively wrote these three words, pulling him to enter the vast mountains, clearly very concerned about the bow, with a strange expression.
“Zhou Quan, come quickly, I'm taking you to hunt a dragon!” Chu Feng called Zhou Quan on his communicator, inviting him to join, preparing to further hone him.
“Don't go. I heard that the mysterious fruit in the mountains will likely ripen tomorrow. We should rest and regain our strength now,” Zhou Quan said.
“Don't talk nonsense, come quickly!” Chu Feng shouted, if there was a big battle tomorrow, it would be perfect to restring the bow now and restore its glory.