That night, Chu Feng slept particularly sweetly, falling asleep as soon as he lay down, without any dreams throughout the night.
As for Huang Niu, its face looked terrible. It had to make three or four trips out during the night in a row, grinding its teeth and humming in anger, almost wanting to rush into Chu Feng's room immediately and give him a few kicks.
However, it was also afraid of startling that guy and being laughed at!
After making five trips, Huang Niu could no longer bear it, its face turning green. This was because its physique was strong enough; if it were a person, they would probably have to squat outside all night without having to run back and forth.
Under the moonlight, it sneaked into the storage room like a thief, rummaging through cabinets until it finally found another small bottle identical to the previous one.
It opened it angrily and swallowed nearly half the bottle of pills in one breath. The effect was immediate, and it finally didn't need to go out anymore. Lying sprawled on the bed, it fell sound asleep.
In the early morning, Chu Feng and Huang Niu got up almost simultaneously, standing in the yard facing east to perform special breathing exercises.
Chu Feng felt that the effects of the breathing method were extraordinarily significant, especially when facing the warm dawn, his whole body feeling comfortable, as if there were streams of warmth spreading within.
Finally, he felt like he was inside a big furnace, his body burning hot, pores opening up, as if being purified, experiencing some sort of transformation.
Sure enough, when he opened his eyes, he saw that miraculous scene again, with a layer of light golden gauze seemingly draped over his body, very real, which converged into his flesh as the breathing exercise ended.
Not far away, yellow ox was envious. This special breathing method showed its strongest manifestation in Chu Feng's body. How long had it been? It had already changed his constitution.
This was an evolution. The breathing method produced tremendous effects, adjusting his flesh and blood, optimizing his various life metrics, making his constitution continuously strengthen.
yellow ox became more convinced that the petals Chu Feng obtained were extraordinary, acting as top catalysts playing a crucial role.
But calculating the time, their effects were about to fade, as all substances have a certain duration of effectiveness.
Thinking about pollen, catalysts, yellow ox heart burned with desire. It ran to the edge of the flower bed and looked again and again, but unfortunately, the three seeds still hadn't sprouted.
However, it held hope in its heart, since these seeds were brought back from Kunlun Mountain, and according to what it knew, that place was quite unusual.
"Moo!"
With a low roar, yellow ox suddenly charged at Chu Feng, starting an attack to avenge last night's upset stomach.
"You damned cow, you're serious!"
Chu Feng was startled, quickly leaping up to dodge the charge of the bull, retaliating with a fist imprint.
In the end, Chu Feng fled, knowing not to suffer unnecessary losses. He sensed that this bull was holding a grudge, wishing it could stuff all the remaining skewers into his mouth.
He came to Uncle Zhao San's workshop for cold weapons, this time wanting some sharp blades, as he discovered that his strength was now super strong, and throwing a black short sword by hand was even more astonishing than a crossbow bolt.
Chu Feng roughly explained what he wanted, and Uncle Zhao San assured him that he could craft a batch of throwing knives for him.
"Young Chu, do you really like these things?" asked Uncle Zhao San, who was tall with upright hair, looking very tough and spirited.
"I've always liked them. I used to think crossbows were good, but now, throwing knives seem more direct and powerful," Chu Feng said.
"That's where you're wrong. Real bows are extremely powerful, it's just that some techniques have been lost," Uncle Zhao San lamented.
"It can't be helped with the development of the times, and besides, guns and cannons are stronger than bows and arrows," Chu Feng said.
"Not necessarily," Uncle Zhao San shook his head.
Chu Feng was surprised, knowing that Uncle Zhao San's craftsmanship was passed down through generations, and his workshop for cold weapons was famous, attracting many people from all over.
It was rumored that his ancestors made divine weapons in ancient times.
However, it was unknown whether those ancient weapons were still hard and sharp compared to modern techniques.
"In ancient times, some weapons were magical, such as bows, which shot not only arrows but also some mysterious force, causing immense damage," Uncle Zhao San said, mentioning that his family's ancient records documented such matters.
Chu Feng was astonished.
"Such bows were very mystical, but generally, only old Taoists or monks over a hundred years old could barely draw them."
"So mystical, the older one gets, the better suited for drawing the bow?" Chu Feng was puzzled.
"Perhaps it sounds far-fetched, verging on mythology. But it's said that in ancient times, some exceptional Taoist priests or high monks, after death, their bodies wouldn't decay and filled the room with fragrance. Just because their bodies were extraordinary, they were incredibly strong when alive, considered legendary holy beings. Only such people could draw the bow my ancestor forged," Uncle Zhao San's face lit up with a mysterious glow, seeming to yearn for the era capable of crafting such mythic bows.
According to him, one arrow could collapse a city gate.
"Uncle San, wake up, come back to reality," Chu Feng smiled, waving his hand in front of him, as Uncle Zhao San seemed to zone out after saying those words.
"You cheeky brat, daring to mock me! Don't doubt it; such a bow truly exists!" Uncle Zhao San's face turned red, insisting.
"These are stories from thousands of years ago. Now we live in a post-civilization era," Chu Feng remarked nonchalantly.
Even if they did exist, who could see them now? They might be buried somewhere underground long ago.
"I've seen it!" Uncle Zhao San blurted out. He was stubborn, often straightforward even when joking with acquaintances.
"Uncle San, if it really exists, show it to me!" Chu Feng's eyes lit up instantly. If there was such a mysterious great bow, he wanted to borrow it, take it to Mount Taihang to test its power, whether it be against armed helicopters, flying beings, or silver-winged celestial beings, all could be shot down from the sky.
Uncle Zhao San regretted his words immediately, shaking his head and waving his hands, repeatedly denying the existence of such a thing.
"I know your temperament, Uncle San, there must be something. Show it to me," Chu Feng's gaze was intense.
Uncle Zhao San looked around, then slammed the door shut before hesitating and saying, "Alright, I'll show you."
Eventually, he walked into the bedroom, dragging out a large stone box from under the bed, looking very ancient, clearly not a modern item.
It was heavy, and Uncle Zhao San dragged it across the floor, finding it very cumbersome.
"Stored in a stone box?" Chu Feng was surprised.
"Yes, it was buried underground for many years, fearing that a wooden box would rot. Even after it was retrieved, my ancestors thought a stone box was more reliable, so it has been stored this way," Uncle Zhao San explained.
Chu Feng understood; during those troubled times, precautions were necessary.
Opening the stone box revealed a large bow, nearly one and a half meters long, brownish, dull, giving off a sense of extreme antiquity.
The entire bow exuded an ancient, weathered aura, carrying the weight of history, clearly not an ordinary object.
Chu Feng tried to pick it up and was immediately surprised by its special material, incredibly heavy. An ordinary person might not be able to lift it, weighing at least over a hundred pounds.
Even metal shouldn't be this heavy.
However, for him, it wasn't a problem.
"Young Chu, don't move it carelessly, it's too heavy," Uncle Zhao San warned.
However, Chu Feng easily held it in one hand, mimicking the act of shooting an arrow.
Uncle Zhao San was stunned. Such a heavy bow, and he could easily lift it, so effortlessly.
"Young Chu, you're incredibly strong!"
"Why is there no bowstring?"
Uncle Zhao San sighed deeply. The bowstring had long been destroyed, leaving only the bow itself.
"Just tie on a new bowstring," Chu Feng said, puzzled.
"You don't understand. The original bowstring was said to be extraordinary, made of dragon sinew. Ordinary strings wouldn't match this bow, failing to unleash its full potential," Uncle Zhao San explained.
Chu Feng clearly didn't believe in such a thing as dragon sinew.
Uncle Zhao San nodded, "It should be some kind of monster's tendon."
"Uncle San, lend it to me for a few days. I'll find a suitable beast's tendon to restore this bow's glory," Chu Feng said eagerly.
"This bow, kept here, indeed has no meaning. Giving it to you wouldn't matter, but you couldn't possibly draw it," Uncle Zhao San said.
However, he was shocked when Chu Feng gripped both ends of the bow and bent it slightly with effort.
What was happening? Uncle Zhao San was amazed, knowing how formidable this bow was; previously, seven or eight strong young men couldn't bend it together.
But Chu Feng was even more stunned.
As he exerted force, the bow emitted sounds like tigers and leopards roaring, bulls bellowing, and giant birds screeching, sounding quite eerie, ultimately producing thunderous sounds, quite shocking.
"Young Chu, you... are a monster!" Uncle Zhao San was utterly astounded, dazedly talking to Chu Feng, eventually unsure of what he was saying.
Much later, Chu Feng bid farewell to Uncle Zhao San and returned home.
"Huang Niu, stop, let's cease fire. Look what I've brought back? A secret treasure!" Chu Feng hurriedly stopped Huang Niu, not wanting to fight anymore.
Huang Niu's eyes widened, staring at the bow intently.
When it tried bending the bow, it indeed reproduced various beast roars and bird cries, ending with thunderous sounds.
"What's the name of this bow?" it wrote on the ground, asking.
"Uncle Zhao San said it's called the Great Thunderclap Bow, but the bowstring was accidentally damaged long ago. It's said that the original string was made from dragon sinew," Chu Feng said.
"Let's hunt dragons!" Huang Niu decisively wrote, pulling Chu Feng towards the primeval mountains, clearly showing great interest in this bow, with a strange expression.
"Zhou Quan, hurry, come along to hunt dragons!" Chu Feng dialed Zhou Quan's communicator, calling him along, planning to further hone him on the way.
"Don't go, I heard the mysterious fruit in the mountains will likely ripen tomorrow. Let's rest and prepare," Zhou Quan advised.
"Don't talk nonsense, come quickly!" Chu Feng urged, thinking that if there was a battle tomorrow, it would be perfect to restring the bow now and bring out its full potential."