'Should I add some fertilizer?' Chu Feng pondered. He had cleared a patch in his courtyard's flower bed and hesitated before burying the seeds.
Because of its importance, he treated it very cautiously; ordinary chemical fertilizers were definitely out of the question.
He turned his head to look at the yellow ox, which was still grinning at him mockingly, looking like it thought those three wrinkled seeds wouldn't survive.
'Yellow Ox, you must help me. Whether these three seeds can sprout depends on you.'
Seeing his solemn expression, the yellow ox was stunned and quite puzzled. It mooed as if asking why he said so.
'Look, the soil in my flower bed is suitable for growing flowers and grass, lacking nutrients. You should contribute some,' Chu Feng calmly requested.
The yellow ox was initially confused but then understood, its eyes widening instantly, and smoke started coming out of its nose as it stared at him intently.
'Don't be angry, this isn't a big deal for you, it's quite natural. I especially permit you to take care of business right here in the flower bed.'
Smoke began to come out of the yellow ox's ears, its gaze sharp enough to kill as it glared at Chu Feng, while one front hoof started pawing the ground, ready to charge.
'Don't get so worked up, I'm not disgusted by you. If it smells bad, I'll just have to bear with it.' Chu Feng, unaware of the danger, continued persuading.
Bang!
The yellow ox charged, knocking him flying. Luckily, it didn't use its two golden horns, but even so, Chu Feng fell into the flower bed.
He grimaced from the pain, finally understanding Zhou Quan's feelings. Negotiating with an ox was too dangerous!
In fact, the yellow ox was even angrier than him, glaring with its bovine eyes, wondering if this guy was even more unreliable than the fat man, deserving a good beating!
Chu Feng rubbed his arm as he got up, sighing, 'You don't know, these are holy seeds. I'm afraid regular fertilizer won't work. Aren't you mysterious? Everyone says cow dung has strong effects, plus there's the saying about good luck...'
'Moo!'
The yellow ox roared, its small stature belied by a thunderous voice that reverberated through the yard, making Chu Feng cover his ears quickly.
'Okay, okay, don't come over, forget it if you don't want to!' Chu Feng said, seeing the yellow ox's four hooves digging into the ground, ready to charge into the flower bed.
Chu Feng placed the slightly plumper seed in the soil, covered it, and started watering.
'It all depends on your fate now,' he murmured.
These three seeds had been sealed in a stone box for countless years; he truly didn't know if they could sprout, feeling uncertain.
However, if they weren't ordinary things, their vitality should be very tenacious. Even if the current environment wasn't ideal, they should eventually survive.
'Not using cow dung might be better,' Chu Feng mused, realizing a serious problem.
The yellow ox, hearing this, looked displeased and puzzled, staring at him.
Chu Feng explained, 'What if we grow Xi Wangmu or Jiutian Xuan Nu? If they find out I used cow dung as fertilizer, they'd beat me to death!'
The yellow ox was stunned, then enraged, mooing again, wanting to charge.
'Don't come over, I'm telling the truth. If they knew, they'd think it was the worst desecration. I'd better stay peaceful and honest, avoiding everything,' Chu Feng laughed.
The yellow ox snorted smoke, giving him a fierce look before turning to eat a pineapple.
'The fresh grass and apples I give you, the pineapple is mine!' Chu Feng chased after.
Finally, he buried the three seeds in three different spots because the soil for planting flowers varied, thinking it safer to spread them out.
'I really hope they sprout soon,' Chu Feng wished, eager to see what would grow.
'But if I grow a Xuan Nu, I shouldn't worry. I created them, how could it be desecration? Maybe they'll be very obedient,' he smiled.
'Moo!'
A moo interrupted his thoughts.
The yellow ox grinned, its eyes slanted, seemingly mocking him for daydreaming, looking disdainful.
'Get lost!' Chu Feng pushed away the approaching ox head, finding it hard to speak when mocked by an ox.
Suddenly, he heard an explosion, a bright fire shooting towards the sky, shocking him deeply.
'Missile!'
Is this going to attack those plants in outer space? Chu Feng was alarmed.
The yellow ox, with keen intuition, opened its eyes wide first, sensing it before Chu Feng, its body tensing, golden fur rippling with light.
It felt nervous, sensing danger.
Chu Feng realized seeing a missile launch was rare, as people normally couldn't witness such events.
'I happened to see it launched from not too far away, indicating a very serious situation,' he said gravely.
In recent days, he'd heard many rumors about using such deadly weapons against outer space, though no reports had been made public.
He decided to search online for information, hoping to find something.
At the same time, his communicator beeped, Zhou Quan contacting him. Upon answering, he heard the excited voice of the fat man.
'Buddy, did you see that? So spectacular, a sword piercing the heavens. I actually saw it with my own eyes, probably clearing those strange plants!'
'Hope it works,' Chu Feng responded, reminding Zhou Quan to prepare for the worst-case scenario.
Then he asked Zhou Quan how he felt after eating the fruit.
'A lot has changed, uh, I don't want to talk about it, I'm very tired, about to fall asleep again,' Zhou Quan chuckled awkwardly.
'Did you grow a tail?' Chu Feng suspected, otherwise why would this guy be evasive?
'Impossible!' Zhou Quan exclaimed, insisting he hadn't become an ugly monster.
'Then what happened? Why are you stammering?' Chu Feng asked.
'I... grew a horn!' Zhou Quan lamented, cursing loudly, 'It must be that Bull Demon King鈥檚 doing, looks like a bull's horn!'
He cursed loudly.
The yellow ox, curious about Chu Feng's communicator, listened to Zhou Quan's curses, then approached, mockingly mooing into the device.
'Bull Demon King! Are you saying I look like a bull, will moo like you one day?!' Zhou Quan raged.
Chu Feng cut off the call, while the yellow ox, finding amusement in infuriating Zhou Quan, seemed unsatisfied.
Chu Feng searched various reports online, finding none officially reported, but many rumors circulated.
Even images similar to what Chu Feng saw were uploaded.
People worldwide believed large-scale explosions had already begun, even witnessing plant debris falling from the sky.
'Something big is happening,' Chu Feng muttered, frowning deeply.
If successful, it should've been announced, but the silence indicated a very serious situation!
He then checked other reports, finding many discussions on supernatural abilities despite the tense atmosphere, focusing on Silver-Winged Heavenly God, Golden Body, Fire Spirit, White Tiger King, rumored to possess extraordinary powers, possibly becoming deities.
Chu Feng closed these reports, worried about the future, needing to prepare.
The yellow ox, unhappy about closing the reports, wanted them reopened, attracted by videos and sounds.
Chu Feng handed over the communicator, walking outside alone.
Walking along the street, he arrived at a large courtyard, Zhao San Ye's home and a cold weapon workshop.
This ancient craft was nearly extinct, but Zhao's family preserved it.
Zhao's family kept up with the times, using modern alloy materials to create renowned knives loved by enthusiasts.
The folding crossbow Chu Feng brought to Tibet was given by Zhao San Ye.
'Little Chu, when did you return?' Zhao San Ye greeted with a smile, in his sixties but still robust, with white hair standing upright.
Clearly, this tall elderly man was tough.
'I returned late last night, slept well, and came to visit you,' Chu Feng smiled.
'You're always sweet-talking, eyeing something here, aren't you?' Zhao San Ye joked.
'San Ye, I need you to sharpen some crossbow bolts for me,' Chu Feng stated his request, feeling uneasy about the ongoing changes, wanting to be prepared.
After a brief exchange, Chu Feng specified his needs and bid farewell.
He learned many people recently sought various alloy knives, in high demand, but his order would be prioritized.
Returning home, Chu Feng heard the yellow ox mooing incessantly from afar.
Approaching, he found the yellow ox playing with the communicator joyfully.
Wait, what was that? As he got closer, he was shocked to see the yellow ox browsing contacts, seemingly making calls.
Chu Feng felt dizzy, veins popping on his forehead.
Especially when he saw names like Lin Nuoyi, wanting to burst into tears.
'Bull Demon King, I'll fight you!' Chu Feng shouted."