Chapter 47: Great Thunder Sound Bow

That night, Chu Feng slept exceptionally soundly. He fell asleep as soon as he lay down and had a dreamless night.

The Yellow Ox, on the other hand, had a grim expression. It had run out three or four times in a row that night, so angry it ground its teeth and grumbled. It practically wanted to burst into Chu Feng's room immediately and give him a few kicks.

But it was afraid of disturbing Chu Feng and being laughed at!

After running out a fifth time, the Yellow Ox couldn't take it anymore; its face turned green with frustration. This was despite its robust physique; if it had been a human, they'd likely have spent the entire night squatting outside, with no need to run back and forth.

Under the moonlight, it crept into the storeroom like a thief, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and finally found another identical small bottle.

It opened it and, grumbling, gulped down half a bottle of pills in one go. The effect was immediate; it finally didn't need to run out anymore. It flopped back onto its bed, sprawling, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

In the early morning, Chu Feng and the Yellow Ox rose almost simultaneously, standing in the courtyard, facing east, and performing a special breathing technique.

Chu Feng felt that the breathing technique's effects were incredibly significant. Especially when facing the warm morning glow, he felt completely relaxed, as if warm currents were permeating his entire body.

Eventually, he felt as if he were in a large furnace, his body burning hot and pores expanding, as if being purified and undergoing some kind of transformation.

Indeed, when he opened his eyes, he saw that wondrous sight again: his body seemed to be draped in a faint golden mist, very real, which receded into his flesh as the breathing technique concluded.

Not far away, the Yellow Ox watched enviously. This special breathing technique had manifested its strongest effects on Chu Feng. How long had it been? Yet it had already transformed his physique.

This was an evolution. The breathing technique produced immense effects, organizing his flesh and blood, adjusting his various life metrics, and continuously strengthening his physique.

The Yellow Ox became even more convinced that the flower petals Chu Feng had obtained were extraordinary. They were top-tier catalysts, playing a crucial role.

However, judging by the time elapsed, their effects would soon wear off, as any substance has a limited duration of efficacy.

Thinking of pollen and catalysts, the Yellow Ox's heart burned with anticipation. It ran to the edge of the flowerbed and peered at it repeatedly. Unfortunately, the three seeds still showed no signs of activity; they hadn't sprouted.

Nevertheless, it held onto hope; after all, the seeds had been brought back from Kunlun Mountain. According to what it knew, that place was truly extraordinary.

"Moo!"

With a low bellow, the Yellow Ox unexpectedly charged at Chu Feng, initiating an attack to get revenge for last night's diarrhea.

"You dead ox, you're serious!" Chu Feng was startled and quickly leaped up, dodging the bull's charge, and retaliated with a fist imprint.

Ultimately, Chu Feng fled. A wise man knows when to retreat; he sensed that the ox was holding a grudge and wished it could stuff all the remaining lamb skewers into his mouth.

He arrived at Old Man Zhao's cold weapon workshop. This time, he wanted some sharp blades, because he had discovered his current immense strength. With a flick of his wrist, the black short sword flew out, producing an even more astonishing effect than a crossbow bolt.

Chu Feng briefly explained the effect he wanted. Old Man Zhao said it was no problem and that he could forge a batch of throwing knives for him.

"Little Chu, do you like these things a lot?" Old Man Zhao asked. He was quite tall, with short hair standing stiffly upright, making his whole demeanor appear tough and full of spirit.

"I've always liked them. I used to think crossbows were good, but now I see that throwing knives are even sharper and more direct when flung," Chu Feng replied.

"Then you're mistaken. The power of true bows and arrows is immense; it's just that some things have been lost now," Old Man Zhao sighed.

"Times are changing; there's nothing to be done about that. Besides, no matter how strong bows and arrows are, they can't compare to firearms," Chu Feng said.

"Not necessarily," Old Man Zhao shook his head.

Chu Feng was surprised. He knew that Old Man Zhao's craftsmanship was hereditary, and his cold weapon workshop was very famous, with many people coming from all over for it.

It was said that his ancestors had forged divine weapons and sharp armaments in ancient times.

However, he wondered if those ancient weapons were still hard and sharp enough compared to modern craftsmanship.

"In ancient times, some weapons were quite mystical," Old Man Zhao explained, "like certain bows that didn't just fire arrows but also some kind of mysterious power, with immense lethality." His family's ancient texts contained records of this.

Chu Feng was astonished.

"Such bows were very miraculous, but ordinary people couldn't use them. It's said that only centenarian Daoists and monks could barely draw them."

"That's so mystical. The older one gets, the better suited they are to draw a bow?" Chu Feng asked, puzzled.

"I've gone a bit off-topic; it's almost mythical talk now. However, I've heard that in ancient times, there were a few elderly Daoists and eminent monks whose bodies didn't decay after death, and their rooms were filled with a fragrant aroma. This was because their physical bodies were extraordinary; they possessed immense strength while alive, practically achieving physical sainthood, as legend has it. Only such people could draw the bow my ancestors forged." Old Man Zhao's face shone with an inexplicable light, as if he yearned for an era when such mythical bows and arrows could be forged.

According to him, a single arrow shot from it could collapse a city gate.

"Old Man Zhao, wake up, snap out of it," Chu Feng chuckled, waving a hand in front of his eyes, because Old Man Zhao had drifted off after saying those words.

"You little rascal, still daring to mock me! Don't disbelieve me, such a bow truly exists!" Old Man Zhao said, his old face slightly flustered.

"These are matters from who knows how many years ago, centuries, even millennia, I'd say. We're in a post-civilization era now, you know," Chu Feng said dismissively.

Even if it did exist, who would ever see it? It's probably buried somewhere underground by now.

"I've seen it!" Old Man Zhao blurted out. He had a stubborn temper, a truly obstinate old man, and sometimes, even when joking with acquaintances, he remained unyielding.

"Old Man Zhao, if it's true, show it to me!" Chu Feng's eyes immediately lit up. If there truly was such a mysterious great bow, he wanted to borrow it and take it to Mount Taihang to test its power. Whether it was armed helicopters, flying mutated beings, or even silver-winged deities, if they provoked him, he'd shoot them all down from the sky.

Old Man Zhao regretted his words immediately after saying them. He hastily shook his head and waved his hands, repeatedly insisting that no such item existed.

"Old Man Zhao, don't I know your temperament? Of course you have it. Show it to me," Chu Feng said, his gaze burning.

Old Man Zhao glanced left and right, then clanged the main door shut. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Alright, I'll show it to you."

Finally, he entered his bedroom and, with effort, pulled out a large stone box from under the bed. It was very ancient-looking, clearly not something from recent times.

It was very heavy; even Old Man Zhao found it extremely heavy as he dragged it across the floor.

"Stored in a stone box?" Chu Feng asked, surprised.

"Yes, because it was buried underground for many years, and they were worried a wooden box would rot. Although it was later excavated, my ancestors believed a stone box was more reliable, so it has been kept this way."

Chu Feng understood. There was a period when times were tough, and precautions were indeed necessary.

When the stone box was opened, a large bow was revealed. It was nearly one and a half meters long, brown, and dull throughout, with no luster. It gave off a sense of immense antiquity.

The entire bow exuded an aura of ancient simplicity and weathered age, bearing the marks of time. It was clearly no ordinary item.

Chu Feng tried to pick it up and was immediately astonished. The bow's material was very special, and it was extremely heavy. Most ordinary people wouldn't be able to lift it, as it weighed at least fifty kilograms.

Even if it wasn't made of metal, it shouldn't have been this heavy.

However, to him, this was nothing.

"Little Chu, don't move it around too much; it's too heavy," Old Man Zhao warned.

Yet, Chu Feng held it effortlessly in his hand, holding it with one hand as if preparing to shoot an arrow.

Old Man Zhao was stunned. He could actually lift such a heavy bow with such ease.

"Little Chu, your strength is considerable!"

"Why is there no bowstring?"

Old Man Zhao sighed deeply. The bowstring had been destroyed long ago, and only the bow itself remained.

"Can't you just put a new bowstring on it?" Chu Feng asked, puzzled and surprised.

"You don't understand. The original bowstring was said to be extraordinary—a dragon's sinew. An ordinary bowstring wouldn't suit this bow and wouldn't allow it to unleash its true power," Old Man Zhao explained.

Chu Feng clearly didn't believe him. How could there be such a thing as a dragon's sinew?

Old Man Zhao nodded as well and said, "It was probably the sinew of some kind of monstrous beast."

"Old Man Zhao, lend it to me for a few days. I'll help you find a suitable beast sinew later to restore this bow's former glory," Chu Feng said with fiery eyes.

"This bow has no real meaning staying with me anymore, and I don't mind giving it to you, but you won't be able to draw it at all," Old Man Zhao said.

However, what happened next made him open his eyes wide in astonishment. Chu Feng gripped both ends of the great bow with both hands and exerted force, and it actually began to bend slightly.

What was going on? Old Man Zhao was shocked, because he knew how astonishing this bow was. In the past, seven or eight strong young men couldn't even bend it together.

However, Chu Feng was even more astonished.

As he applied force, the bow emitted the sounds of tigers and leopards, the roars of wild oxen, and the cries of giant birds—it was very eerie. Finally, it even produced a thunderous sound; the commotion was considerable and truly astonishing.

"Little Chu, you... you're a monster!" Old Man Zhao was utterly shaken. He was dizzy with shock, and he pulled Chu Feng aside, talking at length, until he himself barely knew what he was saying anymore.

Much later, Chu Feng bid farewell to Old Man Zhao and returned home.

"Yellow Ox, hold on, let's call a truce. Look what I brought back! A secret treasure!" Chu Feng quickly stopped the Yellow Ox, not wanting to fight with it.

The Yellow Ox's eyes went wide as it stared at the bow without blinking.

When it also tried to bend the great bow, it indeed reproduced the various beast roars and bird cries, finally erupting in thunderous sounds.

"The name of this bow?" It scratched words on the ground, asking.

"Old Man Zhao said this is the Great Thunderous Bow, but its bowstring was accidentally destroyed long ago. It's said that the original bowstring was made from a dragon's sinew," Chu Feng replied.

"Go hunt a dragon!" The Yellow Ox decisively scratched these three words, then tugged at Chu Feng, ready to enter the primeval mountains. Clearly, it was extremely interested in this bow, its expression peculiar.

"Zhou Quan, come quickly! I'm taking you dragon hunting!" Chu Feng dialed Zhou Quan's communicator and called him, planning to also give him some additional training along the way.

"Don't go. I heard that mysterious fruit in the mountains will most likely ripen tomorrow. You should save your energy now," Zhou Quan said.

"Stop talking nonsense, just come!" Chu Feng shouted. If there truly was a big battle tomorrow, now would be the perfect time to re-string the great bow and let it regain its glory.