Chu Feng stood there like a log, his eyes almost glazed over as he stared at the yellow ox practicing punches in the yard. This guy... was too astonishing!
The yellow ox stood on its hind legs, steady and agile. When it changed steps, it was swift with an air of grace—it didn't look like an ox at all.
Standing by the side watching, Chu Feng felt deeply astonished.
The yellow ox glanced at him but didn't stop; its face was full of arrogance and a kind of indescribable self-confidence. The force behind its punches increased, becoming extremely imposing in an instant.
Its body was robust, sometimes resembling a roc swooping down for prey, with the punch's wind surging, diving down with an unstoppable majestic aura. At other times, it was like a taotie swallowing the sky, fiercely unmatched, with the sound of muffled thunder deafening, and its fierce power spreading everywhere.
Chu Feng was startled; this fist technique of the yellow ox was somewhat frightening. Even without ever having touched it, he knew it was very powerful.
The yellow ox, brimming with pride, displayed its fist techniques even more remarkably. However, when it glanced at Chu Feng again, its expression stiffened upon realizing that Chu Feng had returned empty-handed without a communicator.
It stopped punching immediately and ignored Chu Feng, being quite pragmatic.
Chu Feng was still puzzled, why did it stop? He hadn't seen enough; that fist technique was extraordinary just now.
Initially, he was a bit bewildered, not knowing why the ox had quit. But upon careful observation, seeing the thief-like eyes of the yellow ox occasionally sizing him up, he suddenly understood.
This thing really was thinking about the communicator!
"Yellow Ox, I picked out the latest model of communicator for you, which looks very high-end and grand. But I didn't bring enough money earlier, so I came back to get some cash and buy it for you right away."
The yellow ox perked up its ears, listening to him finish these words, then opened its mouth wide in a silent laugh—a rare moment where it wasn't mocking but genuinely happy.
Chu Feng inwardly grumbled, this stubborn ox is truly pragmatic.
At the same time, the yellow ox pretended to strike poses again, gesturing twice, and finally exhaled a puff of white air, considering itself done, finding a way to save face.
Chu Feng was speechless. Was it necessary? It had already stopped punching but still forced a "conclusion"?
However, seeing the yellow ox looking quite calm, he pretended to know nothing.
"Moo!"
Seeing Chu Feng standing there motionless, the yellow ox directly called out, actually starting to urge him.
Without another word, Chu Feng turned around and walked straight to an old goods shop half a mile away, shouting as soon as he entered, "Uncle Liu, sell me your oldest and cheapest communicator."
"Young Chu, when did you come back?" Uncle Liu adjusted his thick glasses and looked at Chu Feng with a smile.
"I came back a few days ago. Uncle Liu, long time no see, how are you?" Chu Feng greeted with a smile.
"I'm fine. But why do you want an old-style communicator? Nowadays, young people prefer new models," Uncle Liu asked, puzzled.
"I have my uses. However, outdated functions don't matter; it must look brand new!" Chu Feng emphasized.
"My shop is an old goods store, but old-style communicators aren't popular, so there aren't many," Uncle Liu said.
He rummaged through everything and finally found several. These items were usually unsellable unless bought by nostalgic collectors.
Chu Feng instantly liked a large one that looked very new, silver-white with a glossy finish except for the screen.
"That one!"
"Listen, Young Chu, although this one looks new, its functions are clearly inferior to the others," Uncle Liu said.
"It doesn't matter, it's good enough if it looks new!" Chu Feng decided.
Uncle Liu was speechless but didn't say much.
Finally, seeing Chu Feng about to pay, he waved his hand, saying, "Forget it, this junk takes up space here, just take it."
"Alright, Uncle Liu, next time I'll bring you a bottle of good wine." Chu Feng wasn't formal with him.
"By the way, Young Chu, before you came back, a few young people came to town. When they passed by, I heard them saying they were looking for you."
As Chu Feng was about to leave, Uncle Liu mentioned this.
He was stunned—who was looking for him? If it were classmates or friends, they should have contacted him first.
"Those young people looked unusual, and one of the girls was particularly beautiful," Uncle Liu said, describing what he saw.
With doubts, Chu Feng left, unable to guess who had been looking for him.
"Yellow Ox, look, I brought back a high-end and grand communicator, better than the one I use myself," Chu Feng shouted as soon as he entered the yard.
The yellow ox rushed over swiftly, still standing on its hind legs, and grabbed the communicator with its front hooves, hugging it tightly.
It glanced at its shiny new silver communicator and then at the one Chu Feng was using, decisively showing disdain and laughing.
"You're not honest. I got you the highest-end one, yet you despise me? Forget it, I'm generous and won't argue with you. Quickly, teach me how to perform that fist technique," Chu Feng said.
Ignoring him, the yellow ox placed the communicator on the stone table, its front hooves emitting a faint golden glow, poking randomly.
In the end, it got angry because it couldn't start it!
It turned to look at Chu Feng, smoke coming out of its nose, questioning.
"It hasn't been charged yet." Chu Feng calmly watched it poke around without speaking until now, slowly opening his mouth.
"Moo!"
The yellow ox carefully held the brand new high-end communicator and cautiously handed it to Chu Feng to charge it.
When it saw Chu Feng casually tossing the silver communicator onto the desk in the room and plugging in a power cord carelessly, its eyes nearly popped out.
The message was clear: Be careful, don't break my high-end device! Meanwhile, it didn't forget to give a disdainful glance at Chu Feng's communicator.
During the charging process, the yellow ox started poking around but became somewhat conflicted due to the language barrier and illiteracy, despite its interest and many obstacles in using it.
After understanding its intentions after some effort, Chu Feng realized:
"You want to put my contacts into your communicator? Get lost!" Chu Feng recalled the previous incident with anger.
The yellow ox was very interested in the ability to communicate with people far away, but Chu Feng would never agree.
Since this wish couldn't be fulfilled, it asked Chu Feng to teach it how to watch video reports.
"If you could read, everything would be simple—calling, watching videos, browsing text reports, all would be fine," Chu Feng patiently guided, something he had planned from the beginning.
Sure enough, the yellow ox nodded. With a purpose for coming to this world, recognizing the world's characters and possessing a communicator would make things much easier.
"You teach me fist techniques, I teach you to read." Chu Feng smiled.
The yellow ox glared at him, mooing several times, seemingly accusing him of plotting.
"In summary, this benefits you too. The world is about to become turbulent; I only want to protect myself. Only by surviving can I help you find that strange little tree in Kunlun." Chu Feng said.
The yellow ox extended a front hoof, pointed at him, and finally nodded, agreeing to the compromise.
For three consecutive days, Chu Feng practiced the fist techniques, but the first move was very difficult, each swing requiring a formidable force.
Although he had learned free fighting before and was skilled, this fist technique was completely different. Each swing covered his fists with a layer of mysterious power.
Especially when the yellow ox instructed him to practice breathing techniques while swinging, it became even more extraordinary, occasionally producing a muffled thunder sound.
Chu Feng was delighted, captivated.
Over these days, the yellow ox learned many characters, demonstrating intelligence. Chu Feng dared not teach too much, claiming it needed consolidation, fearing the ox might renege on teaching him fist techniques once it learned.
During these three days, Zhou Fatty in the county town was going crazy.
Because the yellow ox's communicator currently had only one contact—Zhou Quan, whom Chu Feng had input. Over the past three days, whenever the ox remembered, it would call Fatso.
Sometimes it was noon, sometimes midnight, sometimes dawn, whenever it was idle, it would call Fatso and moo at him.
"Ahhhhh... Bull Demon King, I will kill you sooner or later. Talking to me in the middle of the night is bad enough, now it's early morning, I just fell asleep, I can't take it anymore!"
Zhou Quan was going mad, harassed day and night by the yellow ox.
But he couldn't always turn off the communicator; recently, various places were unstable, and his relatives and friends weren't here yet, needing regular contact.
"I warn you, harass me again, and next time I'll really stew you alive!" Zhou Quan was furious.
However, the yellow ox enjoyed it, finding it amusing every time Fatso got angry. This became its malicious pleasure.
Therefore, Zhou Quan's warnings were useless.
"You did this, Chu Feng. Bull Demon King, I want to eat you alive, ahhhh..."
Zhou Quan was beside himself with frustration.
On the fourth day, the yellow ox had learned quite a few characters. As requested by Chu Feng, it wrote the name of the fist technique.
Though the characters were crooked, they were still recognizable.
"Mighty Bull Demon Fist," Chu Feng read aloud.
The yellow ox was proud, raising its head, nostrils to the sky, very proud of this fist technique, as if to say it was a remarkable technique.
"This name is so rustic," Chu Feng commented.
"Moo!"
The yellow ox roared angrily, shaking the room slightly.
"I'll stay home, I'm going out for a bit." Chu Feng left the house, heading to Zhao San Ye's place to pick up the crossbow arrows, figuring they should be ready by now.
Zhao San Ye's weapon workshop was bustling, as everyone wanted to buy weapons for self-defense due to recent anomalies.
"Young Chu, you're here, I prepared it long ago, was about to deliver it to you," Zhao San Ye, tall and strong with short hair, boomed with laughter.
"Thank you, Zhao San Ye." Chu Feng smiled, picking up the heavy package.
On the way, passing by Uncle Liu's old goods shop, he was told, "Young Chu, those young people came again, but fewer, went to your house."
Chu Feng was surprised—who could it be? With roads blocked and frequent anomalies appearing, who would dare travel far normally? He was puzzled.