The mountain-like raptor lay on the ground, its body covered in fierce scales with numerous cracks, blood flowing from them. This colossal beast was thoroughly dead.
Zhou Quan was terrified, approaching and touching it, finding it somewhat unreal. This was a prehistoric raptor, now fallen.
"If we could transport this dinosaur out, it would surely cause a huge sensation!" Zhou Quan said.
"Dragon sinew!" The yellow cattle wrote, caring only about this, circling around the raptor, even more concerned than Chu Feng, eager to repair the Great Thunder Sound Bow.
The bloody smell spread into the forest, but for a long time, no ferocious beasts came, due to their fear of the raptor's might, not daring to step into this forbidden zone.
Chu Feng was somewhat lost in thought, quietly reflecting on the battle, realizing he had unknowingly used a special breathing technique.
Between his mouth and nose, white vapor rose, sunlight piercing through the miasma, forming a faint golden glow on his body.
Chu Feng felt warm all over. Earlier, being struck by the raptor's tail had caused intense pain, coughing up some blood, but now the pain gradually disappeared.
"Such miraculous effects?" He was astonished; the breathing technique was very mysterious, possessing such wonders, like a vast treasure trove waiting to be explored.
Soon, the faint golden glow sank into his body, healing Chu Feng's injuries completely, leaving no discomfort.
Not far away, Zhou Quan and the yellow cattle were trying to skin the raptor.
"The scales are too hard, I bet bullets can't penetrate them!" Zhou Quan complained, unable to strip the skin.
The yellow cattle, however, was powerful, stomping a few times, causing larger cracks on the raptor's body, intending to shatter the giant beast.
"Let me do it."
Chu Feng jumped down from the raptor's body, taking out a black short sword, smoothly cutting through the silver scales, searching for the dragon sinew inside.
Half an hour later, a very long tendon was extracted.
"This is dragon sinew? It's so thick!" Zhou Quan was slightly dizzy; the dragon sinew was transparent, the thinnest part as thick as an adult's arm.
"Extract the essence." The yellow cattle wrote, experienced, examining the dozen-meter-long dragon sinew, searching for something.
Finally, it pointed to a spot.
Chu Feng looked closely, indeed finding something. In the middle of the dragon sinew, there was a faint silver line hidden within the thickest part of the transparent tendon.
He used the black short sword to peel it out.
The dragon sinew was indeed tough, much harder to handle than stripping the raptor's scales, taking two hours before they saw the true appearance of the silver line.
This was the essence of the dragon sinew, a thin line nearly two meters long, perfectly suited for making bowstrings.
Because the Great Thunder Sound Bow was one and a half meters long.
"Perfect!"
This slender yet strong silver sinew, when tested by Chu Feng, proved capable of pulling the massive raptor without breaking.
"What a treasure, truly precious!" Even Zhou Quan, unfamiliar with these things, could see the value of the dragon sinew.
Chu Feng finally understood why ancient legendary divine bows used tendons from giant beasts as strings, indeed logical.
"Ask Uncle Zhao San about whether this sinew needs special treatment," Chu Feng said.
The yellow cattle shook its head directly, writing: "Natural bowstring, no need for treatment."
Chu Feng didn't listen, insisting on returning to repair the Great Thunder Sound Bow.
"Take this, go home and taste it. After all, this is dragon meat," Chu Feng cut off a large piece, weighing over a hundred pounds, throwing it to Zhou Quan.
"Absolutely!" Zhou Quan swallowed hard, thinking how unbelievable it was to eat dinosaur meat in this day and age.
Chu Feng also cut himself a large piece, over two hundred pounds, preparing to take it back.
"Dragon teeth!" The yellow cattle wrote.
It informed that these were the best materials for making arrows, abandoning them would be wasteful.
Chu Feng spent considerable effort removing the thick dragon teeth, tying them together with a vine, carrying them on his shoulder.
They retraced their steps, encountering no obstacles along the way.
After dropping Zhou Quan off outside the county town, Chu Feng and the yellow cattle watched him enter the city, then sped off, rushing back to Qingyang Town.
Carrying the Great Thunder Sound Bow and dozens of pounds of raptor meat, Chu Feng arrived at the cold weapons workshop.
When Uncle Zhao San saw the silver dragon sinew, his eyes almost popped out, as if seeing a ghost. He couldn't believe that dragons still existed in this era.
"Young Chu, how did you get this?" Zhao San's mouth was dry, feeling like he had suddenly become twenty or thirty years younger, full of energy.
He really wanted to see the great bow repaired and restored to its former glory.
Chu Feng was at a loss, how to explain to Zhao San?
"A mutant gave it to me." He could only make up a story, mentioning recent mutations and asking Zhao San to keep it secret.
Zhao San nodded, though sensing something odd, he didn't pry. Examining the tendon carefully, he believed it could be used directly.
Under Zhao San's guidance, Chu Feng wound the dragon sinew around the bow, binding it tightly.
Hum!
A light tremor, as Chu Feng slightly pulled the bowstring, produced terrifying roars and piercing bird cries, ending with thunderous sounds, like lightning exploding in the courtyard.
Zhao San's house windows shattered with the thunderous sound.
This was just a slight pull of the bowstring; fully drawing it would likely be even more shocking.
"A divine bow!" Zhao San exclaimed.
"If you like it, Uncle San, I'll return it after using it," Chu Feng said, now considering the bow a true treasure, not wanting to take advantage of Zhao San.
"No need, I give it to you. Just bring it occasionally for me to see," Zhao San said.
Chu Feng nodded, agreeing. If there were no major battles or urgent matters, keeping the bow at Zhao San's house long-term would be fine.
Before leaving, Chu Feng took a bundle of iron arrows.
Back home, the yellow cattle was already impatiently waiting.
"We can't test the arrows here, go to the deep mountains!" Chu Feng said, the previous noise was already loud, afraid of causing trouble if he fully drew the bow.
In the desolate mountains, devoid of human presence.
Chu Feng tried to fully draw the bow, placing an iron arrow. Instantly, the area was filled with roars and bird shadows, surging towards the sky.
Most frighteningly, a thunderbolt exploded, with a flash of lightning accompanying the arrow, flying out together.
Throughout this, the yellow cattle ignored the arrow's power, listening intently, expression extremely serious.
Boom!
Far away, dust billowed.
Chu Feng was dumbfounded; this wasn't like an arrow, it seemed more like a cannonball, shattering a ten-thousand-pound boulder far away.
"Shoot again!"
The yellow cattle quickly wrote on the ground, urging Chu Feng to continue shooting, both anxious and nervous.
Chu Feng nodded, using this opportunity to practice, possibly needing it tomorrow.
Second draw, the thunderous sound even more shocking, deafening, surrounding vegetation breaking apart, emitting a mysterious force.
Whoosh!
The iron arrow flew out, accompanied by electric arcs, blasting open a distant cliff, scattering huge rocks, a terrifying sight.
Throughout this, the yellow cattle still ignored the arrow's power, pressing its ear against the bow's core, ignoring the thunderous sound, listening intently.
Chu Feng fully understood; this stubborn cow had other intentions, explaining its eagerness for hunting the raptor and repairing the bow.
"Continue!"
The yellow cattle urged, ears pressed against the bow, motionless, focused on sensing something.
In this situation, Chu Feng cooperated, asking nothing, shooting arrow after arrow. Lightning flashed, electric arcs dancing.
Surrounding vegetation shattered, the ground covered in scorched leaves.
Arrow after arrow flew out, electric lights crisscrossing, slicing off parts of a low mountain, a terrifying scene!
Finally, all the hundred-plus iron arrows were shot, greatly improving Chu Feng's archery skills, mainly due to enhanced perception and superhuman vision.
Archery preliminarily mastered!
However, the yellow cattle was disappointed, holding the bow, flipping it around, very disheartened.
"What are you looking for?" Chu Feng asked.
"The ultimate breathing technique," the yellow cattle confessed, scratching the ground with its hooves, staring at the bow, listless.
Huh? Chu Feng was surprised.
His current achievements were largely due to the breathing technique, surpassing the Great Bull Demon Fist.
His current breathing technique was mysterious, with miraculous effects, and the yellow cattle once praised it highly. Now, it mentioned another ultimate breathing technique.
"Stronger than our current breathing technique?" Chu Feng asked.
"Comparable!" The yellow cattle wrote.
"If both are ultimate techniques, isn't one enough?" Chu Feng was content, finally knowing the status of his current breathing technique.
"If we obtain the Great Thunder Sound breathing technique, our physical strength will improve faster."
According to the yellow cattle, each breathing technique has its own advantages, meaning top-tier techniques have unique features.
Most importantly, the current breathing technique requires little time daily, just a bit in the morning and evening, extending it useless.
With the Great Thunder Sound breathing technique, an additional top-tier technique means more effective time for physical improvement.
"What's unique about the Great Thunder Sound breathing technique?" Chu Feng asked.
"Powerful!" The yellow cattle wrote.
The so-called power refers to the body's thunderous resonance during the breathing technique, forcefully cleansing and rapidly changing the body.
Of course, it has drawbacks, being overly powerful, often causing severe injury, even death from internal resonance.
According to the yellow cattle, if one masters another ultimate breathing technique, strengthening the body sufficiently, then practicing the Great Thunder Sound breathing technique can balance its power.
Chu Feng's eyes gleamed, finally understanding why the yellow cattle valued the Great Thunder Sound breathing technique!
He also started studying the bow!
As explained by the yellow cattle, the divine bow was formed because it was long used by someone who mastered the Great Thunder Sound breathing technique, resonating with their rhythm, imbuing the bow with a mystical pulse, thus giving extraordinary power to the arrows.
Clearly, the Great Thunder Sound breathing technique is incredibly powerful, resonating with the owner's breath, solidifying into a divine artifact!
"Not forged through alchemy?" Chu Feng was stunned.
The yellow cattle rolled its eyes.
Chu Feng humbly asked if the breathing technique was akin to cultivating inner strength or qi.
The yellow cattle, hearing this, showed disdain, unwilling to answer.
Chu Feng awkwardly realized his misunderstanding; the breathing technique had nothing to do with those practices!"