Chapter 27: Great Turmoil

The soil in the flowerbed wasn't particularly fertile, but it was sufficient for growing flowers and grass. Begonias, cannas, roses, and other plants thrived, their strong fragrance refreshing the senses. On the pomegranate tree, the golden fruits were already ripe, splitting open to reveal plump, crimson seeds.

Chu Feng squatted there, eventually almost lying flat on the soil, scrutinizing it repeatedly. Yet, the ground remained bare, with no sprouts emerging.

He was very disappointed. Why hadn't they taken root yet?

That day, to be safe, he had buried the three seeds in three different areas. Now, there was still no sign of life; not even a weed had grown in the soil.

Chu Feng felt helpless. Had the three seeds truly lost their vitality and become unplantable?

However, he always felt that the three seeds were not that simple. Having been buried at the foot of Kunlun Mountain for countless years and preserved in a stone box, they were highly mysterious.

He was a bit unwilling to give up. Even if just one seed could sprout, he wanted to see what it would grow into.

For the past few days, he had been researching, searching for various plant seeds online and comparing them one by one. There were many types, but none matched his three seeds.

This further deepened his expectations, leading him to believe the three seeds were not ordinary.

"Chomp!"

The yellow ox walked over, lifted its head, and with a chomp, bit into a golden pomegranate. Red juice immediately flowed from its mouth, and it half-closed its eyes, looking thoroughly content.

"Ox King, be careful when you enter the flowerbed! Don't step on my seeds!" Chu Feng warned.

Hearing this, the yellow ox looked disdainful. It simply didn't believe the three wrinkled seeds could come to life. It chewed the pomegranate with its mouth wide open, its breath sweet.

Chu Feng frowned, truly troubled. He desperately wanted them to break through the soil, but there was still no sign.

Finally, he decided to carefully dig them up and see what was happening. Otherwise, he felt a constant nagging itch, desperately wanting to know the outcome.

"I'll choose the plumper one," he decided.

Chu Feng squatted, carefully brushing away the damp soil, not daring to make any sudden movements. If it was sprouting, he might accidentally break it.

A slightly wrinkled seed appeared, half-buried in the soil. Although it hadn't sprouted, its color seemed to have gained a hint of vital green.

"There's hope!" Chu Feng exclaimed, overjoyed.

He observed closely, noticing that the wrinkles on the seed seemed to have smoothed out somewhat and were tinged with a faint fresh green. The patterns were intricate and mysterious.

The seed was different from before.

Previously, the entire seed had been withered and yellow. Now, it was entwined with slight green markings, possessing a strange allure.

Chu Feng was surprised; the more he looked at the seed, the more extraordinary it seemed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling reassured. Although it was slow, he believed it would eventually break through the soil.

Finally, he hesitated. Should he add some fertile soil to the seed to promote faster growth?

Chu Feng eyed the yellow ox, putting on a fake smile. "Little Huang, A-Huang," he cajoled, "even if you don't want to, you have to help me this time. Otherwise, I'm truly out of options."

The yellow ox shivered, took a step back, and stared at him warily with its bovine eyes. Its expression seemed to say: "Just spit it out! Don't be so sickeningly creepy!"

"I'll only say this important thing once: cow dung!"

"Thud!"

The yellow ox delivered a flying kick, forcing Chu Feng to dodge quickly.

With a whoosh, it dashed back into the room and slammed the door shut. Since arriving, it had not only claimed a room but also the large bed.

Every day, it would lie sprawled out on the bed, completely without regard for its image.

Chu Feng grumbled, but there was nothing he could do.

After burying the seeds, he resumed his martial arts training. He felt a sense of urgency: evolved beings were increasing in number, each possessing extraordinary abilities. If the world were to drastically change in the future, he needed a means of self-preservation.

At the same time, he also wanted to try his luck in the Taihang Mountains, hoping to collect something.

But the prerequisite was that he needed to be strong enough to traverse the mountains without being killed by suddenly appearing fierce birds or monsters.

Still practicing the first form of the Ox Demon Fist, Chu Feng trained repeatedly. His fists whizzed through the air, stirring up the fallen leaves in the courtyard, making them dance and flutter everywhere.

Days ago, he was already close to mastering it. Now, a special sensation arose in his mind, channeling a strange power that covered the surface of his fists.

Moo!

Suddenly, as he swung his fist, the roar of a wild ox erupted. A fierce gale whipped around, thunderous and deafening, shaking the entire courtyard.

Bang!

The yellow ox was startled. It rushed out of the room, eyes wide, staring into the courtyard.

Behind Chu Feng, a gigantic, jet-black wild ox, tall and robust, with glaring pupils, pulsed with dark light, indistinguishable from a real one.

It exuded an astonishing aura, as if it had crossed from ancient times to appear in this world.

All of this happened because Chu Feng threw that punch; the massive, dark demonic ox appeared behind him, looking as if it would charge forth with the punch.

Chu Feng knew this was the ultimate divine form of the Ox Demon Fist; the first form was completely mastered!

This was the foundation, the most solid basis of the Great Strength Ox Demon Fist. All nine forms of the Ox Demon Fist were built upon this first one, which was the most difficult to practice.

Once the first form was mastered, the rest would be quick!

Indeed, over the next two days, Chu Feng managed to master up to the fifth form in one go, all successfully, and at an accelerated pace.

The yellow ox's eyes nearly popped out. For the past two days, it had looked peculiar, and once again, it scrawled out crooked, messy characters, asking Chu Feng if his ancestors were minotaurs.

Chu Feng was furious!

That day, he decisively threw two beef steaks into the pork chops he was preparing for the yellow ox.

"Brother, it's been a while, I really missed you. How have you been recently?" Zhou Quan spoke to Chu Feng on the phone.

"I'm doing well. I was just about to ask you how you've changed. Everyone's been talking about evolved beings lately. Are you alright?" Chu Feng asked with concern.

"I can now melt metal and stone, which scared me quite a bit, but I've finally adapted. Still, growing horns on my head is truly ugly," Zhou Quan complained bitterly.

Recently, he had styled his hair into a slicked-back pompadour, hoping to hide his horns. However, his family commented that the exaggerated hairstyle made him look like a big thug, which really depressed him.

Chu Feng laughed heartily, rather uncharitably.

Fatty Zhou's resentment grew even stronger.

"Oh, by the way, it's strange, but the Ox King hasn't been bothering me for the past two days. It's been so quiet all day long, I'm a bit unaccustomed to it," Zhou Quan said.

Chu Feng was speechless. A while ago, the yellow ox had been relentlessly poking the communicator, bothering Fatty Zhou day and night whenever it was free, tormenting him to the point of near breakdown.

Now that things had improved slightly for two days, he still wasn't used to it?

Suddenly, as if recalling something, Chu Feng looked surprised and said, "That's not right. I clearly saw it holding the communicator for the past two days, poking it frantically now and then, then constantly mooing. It was clearly talking to someone."

"Impossible! It's been especially quiet on my end for the past two days. No one bothered me even in the middle of the night. I couldn't even sleep!" Zhou Quan insisted that the yellow ox hadn't called him.

Hearing this, Chu Feng's expression immediately changed, and he ended the call directly.

If this ox wasn't bothering Fatty Zhou, it was truly unimaginable. Was it pestering his other classmates? Chu Feng felt his vision dim.

Could it be that this damned ox was getting smarter, secretly memorizing those contact details?

He felt like white smoke was coming from his head, about to burst into flames. At the same time, a sense of unease lingered in his heart. He barged into the yellow ox's room and roared, "Ox King, I'm going to fight you!"

Chu Feng lunged into the room and pinned down the yellow ox, which was sprawled out on its back, completely lacking in dignity.

The yellow ox looked bewildered, staring at him angrily with its bovine eyes.

"Are you bothering people I know again?" Chu Feng demanded, his face dark.

The yellow ox shook its head decisively, then extended a hoof and poked the screen.

Chu Feng, suspicious, took the communicator and quickly scrolled through. He breathed a sigh of relief; his fears had not materialized.

However, he was still curious: whose unfamiliar contact number was this? Which unfortunate soul had this ox targeted?

In a residence in the county town.

Zuo Jun was on the verge of a breakdown. Since waking up two days ago, he had constantly received calls from the same person, non-stop, day and night.

Sometimes it was evening, sometimes midnight, sometimes at dawn. Each time, it tormented him. This harassment was truly abominable.

One must know that his head had just taken six blows from an ox's hooves, causing recent memory loss, and his brain still ached, making him sleepy all day long.

As a result, he encountered this extraordinary nuisance who incessantly bothered him. Every time he drifted off to sleep, he was jolted awake by the nightmarish ringing.

And he dared not turn off his communicator because, as an evolved being, it was his only way to contact those above him and his companions in the Taihang Mountains.

The most hateful thing was that the person constantly harassing him mooed like an ox every time, non-stop. Hearing it made him grit his teeth, wishing he could strangle the caller.

His head ached terribly, always feeling as if he had been kicked by an ox.

Now, constantly hearing mooing, he felt as if he was being kicked by an ox repeatedly, and his head hurt more and more.

Sometimes, in his agitation, he truly wanted to smash the communicator.

However, it was a special communicator. Although its functions were simple, it was powerful, ensuring a signal anytime, anywhere, and was tied to his identity, so it couldn't be lost.

At Chu Feng's home in Qingyang Town.

The yellow ox gestured to Chu Feng to place the communicator on the bed. Then, it poked it several times in quick succession, seemingly very experienced. Once the call connected, it promptly moved away.

Sure enough, a deafening roar came from the communicator: "Bastard, don't let me get my hands on you, you #$%^&..."

The person on the other end was cursing vehemently, furious.

Chu Feng was dumbfounded. He finally knew who the victim was: Zuo Jun! That poor unlucky guy had actually been targeted by the yellow ox.

Chu Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. That day, when Zuo Jun was being searched, the yellow ox had been nearby and had fiddled with his communicator. It turned out it was to memorize the contact details.

This wasn't "the Great Dao is simple"; it was "the Great Dao is boundless," and endless!

Chu Feng stifled his laughter and left the room.

Only the yellow ox remained, gleefully fiddling with the communicator, mooing occasionally, as if responding to Zuo Jun on the other end.

That very night, Chu Feng continued his practice, surprisingly mastering the sixth and seventh forms of the Ox Demon Fist in one go!

He stood at the doorway, picked up a palm-sized, hard stone, and with a light strike, it instantly turned to powder and scattered on the ground.

Chu Feng was shaken. He looked down at his palm. How terrifyingly powerful had he become?

The progress of the Great Strength Ox Demon Fist was too fast. Chu Feng had been suspicious and had asked the yellow ox, which then wrote down some characters to explain.

Some people practice this martial art their entire lives and never succeed, unable to even pass the first form.

Others, however, can master several forms within ten days to half a month. Of course, this is only a preliminary mastery; the supreme profoundness contained within them needs to be gradually experienced later.

"At this rate, I'll have mastered it soon," Chu Feng muttered to himself.

He didn't continue practicing late into the night just to pursue speed; he felt it was better to let it happen naturally.

Chu Feng took a shower and began searching for related reports online. The number of evolved beings had increased again, and some formidable individuals were gradually becoming known.

Chu Feng read the reports carefully, then was drawn to a piece of breaking news.

Someone claimed that a rare and wondrous tree had been discovered in the Taihang Mountains, and many evolved beings had already rushed there, waiting to contend for its fruits once they ripened.

This caused a huge stir!

Because, it was rumored that almost all evolved beings had undergone their transformation after consuming strange fruits from herbaceous plants.

Only the Silver-winged Heavenly God, Vajra, Fire Spirit, and White Tiger King were different; they had consumed fruits from strange small trees, which was why they were exceptionally powerful.

Therefore, as soon as this news broke, it shocked people and stirred up activity among all factions. It implied that a super-powerful individual could be created, capable of suppressing all other evolved beings in the world!

All at once, the Taihang Mountains entered everyone's focus, destined to remain unsettled.

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