Chapter 50: Who in the world does not know you?

The large bow was dark and dull, lacking any luster. It was about 1.5 meters long. The bow's body was brown, resembling rock, and slightly rough, giving off an ancient, time-worn impression.

Chu Feng studied it for a long time but found nothing.

The yellow ox was not content and wanted Chu Feng to continue shooting arrows. However, all the arrows had been used up, embedding themselves in the small hill opposite.

For this, Chu Feng specifically ran up the hill to search for them, hoping to recycle them. To his surprise, the iron arrows were either broken or had exploded; none were intact.

After a brief thought, he naturally understood that with such immense power, capable of shattering ten-thousand-jin boulders, the iron arrows themselves could not possibly remain intact.

The yellow ox grumbled and repeatedly insisted that Chu Feng retrieve more iron arrows. It seemed to be itching with impatience, eager to confirm if they could obtain that supreme breathing technique.

Chu Feng was also unwilling to give up. Ever since he understood the situation, he too wanted to obtain the Great Thunderclap Breathing Technique.

The man and the ox were very fast. It wasn't long before they returned with arrows, also bringing back two snow-white tyrannosaurus fangs, shaped like broadswords.

Soon after, electric arcs flew again, and thunder rumbled deafeningly. The yellow ox pressed its ear against the large bow to listen to its pulsations. Chu Feng also tried to sense it, not even bothering to aim when shooting arrows.

They listened carefully and pondered continuously, beginning to notice something!

"There's a way! Use dragonfang arrows!" the yellow ox instructed. It told Chu Feng to polish and replace the iron arrowheads with dragonfang ones on the spot.

"Is that necessary?" Chu Feng asked, feeling it was a waste, as dragonfangs were not abundant.

The yellow ox nodded solemnly and quickly scratched out some words to explain.

It believed that only a good arrow was worthy of a good bow. Only when the two were similar would they easily resonate, allowing the power of the shot arrow to reach its maximum.

When Chu Feng replaced the arrowhead with a dragonfang, things were indeed different. With a crack, electric arcs flew everywhere, and the bone arrow shot out, accompanied by electrical flashes.

Chu Feng and the yellow ox were both focused on the bow's body. They no longer cared about the power of the dragonfang arrow; they only wanted to hear that mysterious pulsation.

"I hear it! It's very regular!"

Chu Feng was overjoyed. It was just like when he used to observe the yellow ox's breathing rhythm; he was familiar with this kind of observation and carefully memorized it.

The yellow ox also perked up its ears, its eyes shining brightly.

After a long time, they finally moved away from the bow's body.

"What a pity!" the yellow ox wrote.

This breathing rhythm could only be imitated in form, but its essence was difficult to grasp.

"Again!" the yellow ox urged.

In this way, Chu Feng made both of the two large dragonfangs they had brought into bone arrows and shot them all.

In the end, they completely understood its pulsations. The resonance rhythm was complex but regular, and they memorized it one by one.

The yellow ox sighed softly; although they had gained something, it still felt regretful.

"It is indeed a pity," Chu Feng also said.

This breathing technique required secret transmission. Just as before, he could follow the yellow ox's breathing rhythm and learn its form, but ultimately, it was through the yellow ox's use of secret mental transmission that he obtained the fundamental essence.

The man and the ox were both quiet, silently contemplating.

Not long after, a thunderous roar sounded from within their bodies. Their bodies continuously trembled, as if a thunder hammer was striking their bones and internal organs.

Chu Feng was startled. If he hadn't already mastered another breathing technique and his physique had already significantly evolved, this single impact alone would have made him cough blood.

The Great Thunderclap Breathing Technique was indeed overwhelmingly powerful!

"Hoo!"

When he finally exhaled, it felt as if lightning had washed through his flesh and blood, reorganizing it. After the tingling and pain, his entire body felt exceptionally comfortable.

Chu Feng felt that this breathing technique was extraordinary.

It was almost instantaneous, with miraculous effects!

No wonder it was said to be domineering and to promote rapid physical evolution; it was indeed true.

This was merely the result of only grasping its form, and it only lasted for a brief moment. What would be the effect if one possessed the complete Great Thunderclap Breathing Technique?

Chu Feng's eyes burned with desire. This breathing technique was too powerful; he deeply desired to obtain it.

The yellow ox stood there. After the thunderous sounds within its body ceased, it also showed surprise and, at the same time, immense regret, because it was unable to obtain the ultimate essence of the supreme breathing technique.

"Yellow ox, is there a way to get the complete Great Thunderclap Breathing Technique?" Chu Feng asked, looking at it eagerly.

Hearing this, the yellow ox looked helpless. It shook its head and wrote some words: "Never possible to obtain."

Hearing this, Chu Feng quickly pressed for details.

"Its origin is too great!" the yellow ox explained.

The Great Thunderclap Breathing Technique was an ultimate method; generally speaking, it was simply impossible to obtain. When the ox saw the great bow, it only held a glimmer of hope.

In reality, it was indeed so; such a supreme breathing technique could not simply fall into the outside world.

The yellow ox quickly adjusted its emotions. It stood upright, patted Chu Feng's shoulder, and told him not to think about it anymore, heading back directly.

"The hill is shorter?!" Chu Feng stared in a daze. After using up all the polished dragonfang arrows, he saw the bald, significantly shorter small hill in the distance.

Although he had been shooting arrows just now, his mind was focused on the Great Thunderclap Bow, listening to its pulsations with the yellow ox. Everything else had been ignored.

Chu Feng hurried over and found that the dragonfang arrows were indeed sturdy and could be recovered.

After returning home, he polished other dragonfangs to make arrowheads. Most of them only had a dragonfang tip, with the arrow shaft made of other materials.

Finally, he painstakingly crafted twelve full bone arrows, entirely made from dragonfangs. It was very time-consuming and extremely difficult to polish.

Even with Chu Feng's current strong physique, it took him several hours and many ruined electric grinding wheels because the material was too hard.

After Chu Feng finished, he glanced at the yellow ox. This fellow had long forgotten about the Great Thunderclap Breathing Technique and was now in high spirits, gleefully poking at its communicator.

"Yellow ox, you haven't been up to mischief again, have you?" he casually asked.

Hearing this, the yellow ox instantly became alert. Like a thief, it protected its communicator, guarding it against Chu Feng.

Chu Feng saw this and immediately understood. This fellow was indeed up to no good!

"Let me see!" He ran over.

"Moo!" The yellow ox let out a low growl, issuing a warning.

...

In the county town, Zhou Quan had finished dinner and felt comfortable all over, because the tyrannosaurus meat was incredibly delicious, leaving an endless aftertaste and containing some kind of essence.

His family members also praised it, saying that this meat was exceptionally tender and delicious, and they couldn't get enough of it.

Humming a tune, Zhou Quan returned to his room. He relaxed completely, picked up his communicator, connected to the network, and began to casually browse various reports.

He was in a pleasant and very relaxed mood.

"This picture, looking at the profile, has a bit of my flair. Who is this guy? He's actually in the news, and he looks so much like me," Zhou Quan said, showing surprise as he saw a news photo. Then he immediately curled his lip and added, "The editor really has no taste, using this guy as an illustration. If they were going to choose anyone, they should have chosen me!"

He shook his head, looking quite disdainful.

"Wait a minute!"

He exclaimed in surprise, because after clicking on it and looking closely, he was a little dumbfounded.

"Damn it, this... isn't this me?!"

Even the clothes were the same. Furthermore, there was a frontal photo, showing him with an exaggerated slicked-back hairstyle.

Zhou Quan was dumbfounded, completely bewildered. How did he end up in the news?

He had a bad feeling. Without reading the main text, he quickly scrolled to the title.

Upon closer inspection, he nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"The 'Emoji King' returns!" These few words startled Zhou Quan so much that he sat upright. Then, he had a premonition.

"Bull Demon King!" A moment later, a loud shout came from Zhou Quan's room. It shook the floors above and below, startling several neighbors, and their dogs howled, as if responding to his provocation.

Zhou Quan trembled as he finished reading the report. Indeed, it was the yellow ox's doing again.

On the Embarrassing Moments photo-sharing website, a few more embarrassing photos had been added, following his previous set. They were updated right after the last batch, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

Moreover, the administrator not only pinned them to the top but also added a flashing effect, making them the hottest photos and text. The horrifying number of clicks almost made Zhou Quan faint just by looking at it.

He couldn't even count how many digits that string of numbers had.

These photos were exactly those taken by the yellow ox today. The angles were tricky, making them as embarrassing as possible. Their style was similar to the previous set, a clear continuation, forming a perfect complement.

"With these photos, this set of expressions is complete, forming a series. All hail Lord Yellow Ox!"

"This time, the slicked-back hair is even permed! Haha... Emoji King."

"I've collected them all! Thank you, Lord Yellow Ox!"

...

A group of people were making a commotion, worshipping the uploader's account below: "Lord Yellow Ox."

"Ahhh..." Zhou Quan yelled, feeling an urge to rush to Qingyang Town immediately, catch the yellow ox, bite it and not let go; it was simply too hateful.

This series of photos had already gone viral after the previous fermentation. This time, after new photos were updated, some media outlets directly reported them as news.

"Yellow ox, I'm going to kill you!"

Zhou Quan searched once and found that many media outlets had reported on it. Now, it would be hard not to become famous.

He directly called the yellow ox's communicator. However, the yellow ox decisively hung up and didn't answer at all.

This made Zhou Quan furious, almost exploding with anger. He felt like he was about to spit blood. He immediately sent text messages, cursing and scolding the yellow ox vehemently.

"You damn yellow ox, how am I supposed to live my life after this?!" he demanded.

Finally, the yellow ox responded, sending a line of text: "Do not worry that you have no friends on your path ahead."

Zhou Quan's eyes widened slightly. This shameless Bull Demon King actually knows poetry now? It learns so fast, but this is even more infuriating!

"Friends, my ass!" He was extremely angry.

The yellow ox ignored him. Finally, seeing his continuous "harassment," it sent one last reply to end it: "Who in the world does not know you?"

Zhou Quan first stared blankly, and then he was almost driven mad with anger.

Indeed, everyone in the world knew, but was that a good thing? He was truly furious, his liver fire flaring up. Unconsciously, flames began to erupt from his nose and mouth.

This startled him greatly. He rushed out of his house and ran to the outskirts of the county town, where he let out a long howl, spewing flames that burned a section of woodland to ashes.

"Ahhh..."

...

In Qingyang Town, Chu Feng learned of the situation and was speechless. This ox really hadn't been up to any good!

The yellow ox was very calm, slowly browsing the reports. It looked completely unconcerned, taking its time.

Bang, bang, bang!

A knocking sound came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Chu Feng, open the door! You said you'd deliver grain to me today, why didn't you?!" a shout came from outside the gate.

"Who is it?" Chu Feng was bewildered, unable to recall at once.

"The lamb skewer guy!" the dissatisfied voice of the skewer vendor came from outside the gate, and he pounded on the door a few more times.

Hearing this, the yellow ox, who had been calm and carefree, immediately lost its composure. It jumped up in anger, white smoke puffing from its nostrils. Unable to remain calm, it was about to charge out and fight.

Chu Feng quickly lunged forward and forcefully stopped it. He softly tried to soothe it, saying, "Calm down, steady, be composed!"

"Composed, my foot!" The yellow ox was furious. After knowing who was at the door, how could it remain calm? It started kicking, boundless in strength, looking as if it absolutely had to go out and fight.

Chu Feng exerted great effort. He talked himself hoarse before finally convincing it to stop.

The yellow ox sat there, grumbling angrily, and ignored him.

Chu Feng used his short sword to cut dozens of jin of beast meat. He carried it out and directly handed it to the skewer vendor, telling him that there was no more grain and the meat would be compensation.

The skewer vendor was very dissatisfied, looking extremely suspicious. He said, "Is there anything wrong with this meat? If I eat it, I won't get diarrhea too, will I?"

Inside the room, the yellow ox heard this and became agitated again, almost charging out.

"Hurry up and leave!" Chu Feng pushed the skewer vendor out and slammed the gate shut with a clang.

After returning to the room, Chu Feng had to soothe it again.

"Don't cause trouble," Chu Feng said. "We have to enter Mount Taihang early tomorrow to compete for the mysterious fruit. For now... calm down!"

Outside the courtyard gate.

"Hey, Chu Feng, are you sure this meat is fine? It really won't give me diarrhea if I eat it?" the skewer vendor asked, still unconvinced, standing outside the courtyard wall and shouting again.

"Moo..." The yellow ox roared in fury, kicking its legs, and charged into the courtyard.

"What was that sound?" the skewer vendor asked. Before leaving, he patted the gate and said, "If I really get diarrhea, I'm not done with you!"

"Go!" Chu Feng held down the yellow ox with all his might and shouted outside.