Chapter 27: Great Turmoil

The soil in the flower bed was not particularly fertile, but it was adequate for planting flowers and grass. The crabapple, canna lilies, roses, and others were growing well with a strong fragrance that could penetrate one's heart. On the pomegranate tree, golden fruits had long since ripened and split open to reveal plump red seeds.

Chu Feng crouched there, almost lying down on the ground, carefully examining again and again, yet the ground remained bare without any sprouts emerging.

He was very disappointed; why hadn't they taken root?

That day, for safety's sake, he buried three seeds in three different areas, but now none of them showed any signs of growth, not even a single weed sprouted from the soil.

Chu Feng felt helpless; could it be that the vitality of the three seeds had withered and they couldn't grow at all?

However, he always felt that these three seeds weren't so simple; buried at the foot of Kunlun Mountain for countless years and preserved in a stone box, this was all very mysterious.

He was somewhat unwilling to give up; even if just one seed could sprout, it would be good to see what it would grow into.

A few days ago, he had been searching online, comparing various types of plant seeds, but found nothing that matched the three seeds.

This only deepened his anticipation, believing that the three seeds were extraordinary.

"Creak!"

The yellow ox walked over, raised its head, and with a loud munch, bit into a golden pomegranate, immediately filling its mouth with red juice. It half-closed its eyes, looking very content.

"Ox King, be careful when you enter the flower bed, don't step on my seeds!" Chu Feng warned.

Upon hearing this, the yellow ox revealed a disdainful look; it didn't believe at all that those wrinkled seeds could come to life. It continued to chew on the pomegranate, its mouth full of sweetness.

Chu Feng frowned, truly worried; he really wanted them to break through the soil, but there was no sign of movement.

Finally, he decided to carefully dig them up to see what was going on; otherwise, he felt like he would be clawed by anxiety, especially eager to know the outcome.

"Let's choose the fuller seed."

Chu Feng squatted there, carefully brushing away the damp soil, not daring to move too much in case they were sprouting, which could easily break them.

A slightly wrinkled seed appeared, half-buried in the soil, though it hadn't sprouted, its color seemed to have gained some green vitality.

"There's hope!" Chu Feng exclaimed joyfully.

He observed carefully and noticed that the wrinkles on the seed seemed to have smoothed out somewhat, and there were faint traces of fresh green. These patterns were very complex and also mysterious.

The seed looked different from before.

Previously, the seed was completely yellowish, but now it was entwined with a few green patterns, giving off an odd charm.

Chu Feng was surprised, feeling that the more he looked at the seed, the more extraordinary it seemed.

He let out a long breath, feeling relieved; although it was slow, he believed it would eventually break through the soil.

In the end, after some hesitation, he wondered whether to add some fertile soil to promote its rapid growth.

Chu Feng fixed his gaze on the yellow ox, smiling falsely, "Little Yellow, Ah Huang, even if you're unwilling this time, you must help me, or I'll have no other choice."

The yellow ox shivered violently, retreating backwards, staring at him with alert eyes as if saying, speak plainly, don't scare me like this!

"The important thing, I'll say only once, cow dung!"

"Bang!"

The yellow ox kicked out with one hoof, forcing Chu Feng to dodge quickly.

With a whoosh, it ran back into the room, slamming the door shut. Since coming here, it had not only occupied a room but also claimed the large bed.

Every day, it lay sprawled out on the bed, sleeping without a care.

Chu Feng felt resentful but could do nothing about it.

After burying the seed, he began practicing boxing again because he felt a sense of urgency; there were more and more people with extraordinary abilities, and in the future, if the world changed, he needed means to protect himself.

At the same time, he also wanted to venture into the Taihang Mountains to try his luck, perhaps harvesting something.

But the prerequisite was that he needed to be strong enough to cross mountains without being killed by sudden ferocious birds and beasts.

It was still the first style of Ox Demon Fist; Chu Feng practiced over and over again, his fists creating gusts of wind that stirred up fallen leaves in the courtyard, making them dance around.

A few days ago, he had almost mastered it, and now a special sensation emerged in his heart, bringing with it a strange force that covered the surface of his fists.

"Moo!"

Suddenly, as he punched, a wild ox roar sounded, fierce winds howling, thunderous sounds deafening, shaking the entire courtyard.

Bang!

The yellow ox was startled, rushing out of the room, staring wide-eyed at the scene in the yard.

Behind Chu Feng, there was a pitch-black wild ox, tall and sturdy, glaring with pupils, its body flowing with dark light, indistinguishable from reality.

It carried an astonishing aura, as if it had traversed from ancient times into this world.

All of this was due to Chu Feng's punch, upon which the dark, tall demon ox appeared behind him, seemingly ready to charge out with that punch.

Chu Feng knew that this was the ultimate divine form of the Ox Demon Fist, the first style completely mastered!

This was the foundation, the most solid base of the Vigorous Ox Demon Fist, upon which the nine styles of the Ox Demon Fist were built. This style was the hardest to practice.

Once the first style was mastered, the rest would come quickly!

Sure enough, over the next two days, Chu Feng successfully practiced up to the fifth style, speeding up significantly.

The yellow ox's eyes nearly popped out; these past two days, it had acted strangely, writing crookedly again, asking Chu Feng if his ancestors were cow-headed people.

Chu Feng was furious!

That day, while preparing pork chops for the yellow ox, he decisively threw in two beef steaks.

"Brother, it's been a while, really miss you. How have you been lately?" Zhou Quan spoke with Chu Feng.

"I'm fine, actually wanted to ask you, what changes have happened recently? With all this talk of extraordinary people, are you okay?" Chu Feng asked with concern.

"Now I can melt metal and stones, scared myself quite a bit, but I've adapted. However, horns grew on my head, really ugly," Zhou Quan complained bitterly.

Recently, he styled his hair back, trying to hide the horns, but ended up being told by his family that his exaggerated hairstyle made him look like a big thug, leaving him very depressed.

Chu Feng laughed unkindly.

Zhou Quan's grievances grew even greater.

"Oh, right, it's strange, these past couple of days, the Ox King hasn't harassed me, everything has been so quiet, I'm not used to it," Zhou Quan said.

Chu Feng was speechless; previously, the yellow ox would harass Zhou Quan anytime it was idle, almost driving him to the brink of collapse.

Now things had improved, and he wasn't used to it?

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Chu Feng showed surprise and said, "No, these past few days I clearly saw it constantly holding the communicator, poking it frantically, then mooing nonstop, obviously talking to someone."

"That's impossible! These past few days have been particularly quiet here, no one disturbed me at midnight, and I couldn't sleep," Zhou Quan insisted that the yellow ox hadn't talked to him.

Hearing this, Chu Feng's face changed immediately, ending the call.

If the ox hadn't harassed Zhou Quan, it was unimaginable鈥攃ould it be targeting his classmates? Chu Feng felt his vision darken.

Could it be that this damned ox was getting smarter, secretly recording those contacts?

He felt smoke rising from his head, about to burst into flames, while also feeling uneasy, he barged into the yellow ox's room, shouting, "Ox King, I'm fighting you!"

Chu Feng rushed into the room, grabbing the yellow ox, which was lying there sprawling in an undignified manner.

The yellow ox found this inexplicable, glaring angrily with its eyes.

"Did you bother the people I know again?" Chu Feng's face was grim.

The yellow ox firmly shook its head, then extended a hoof, poking the screen.

Chu Feng was suspicious, taking the communicator, flipping through it quickly, sighing in relief as the feared situation hadn't occurred.

However, he was puzzled about who this unfamiliar contact was, which unlucky person had caught the attention of this ox?

In the county town, within a residence.

Zuo Jun was almost at his breaking point; ever since waking up two days ago, he kept receiving communications from the same person, day and night, endlessly.

Sometimes in the evening, sometimes at midnight, sometimes at dawn, each time leaving him in agony, such harassment was terrible.

Remember, his head had just endured six kicks from a cow hoof, having lost memory not long ago, his brain still aching, wanting to sleep all day.

Yet encountering such a character, continuously harassing him, every time he was about to fall asleep, he was awakened by the nightmare-like ringtone.

And he didn't dare turn off the communicator because, as an extraordinary person, it was his only way to stay in touch with superiors and companions in the Taihang Mountains.

Most hateful was that the person constantly harassing him imitated the sound of a cow mooing, incessantly, making him grit his teeth in anger, wishing to strangle the other party.

His head throbbed painfully, always feeling like it had been kicked by a cow.

And now, constantly hearing mooing, he felt like being kicked repeatedly, his head hurting more and more.

Sometimes, when anxious, he really wanted to smash the communicator.

However, this was a special communicator, although functionally simple, it was powerful, ensuring signals anywhere and tied to his identity, indispensable.

In Qingyang Town, at Chu Feng's home.

The yellow ox indicated Chu Feng to place the communicator on the bed, then it poked several times skillfully. After the call connected, it decisively moved away.

Sure enough, the communicator emitted a deafening shout: "Damn it, don't let me catch you, I#�%￥…�"

The person on the other end was cursing fiercely, in a rage.

Chu Feng was dumbfounded, finally knowing who the victim wasâ€"Zuo Jun! This poor soul had been targeted by the yellow ox.

Chu Feng was amused yet exasperated; on the day they searched Zuo Jun, the yellow ox had also tampered with his communicator, originally to record the contact information.

This wasn't simplicity at its finest, but rather boundless troublemaking!

Chu Feng held back his laughter, leaving the room.

Only the yellow ox remained, happily playing with the communicator, mooing occasionally, seemingly responding to Zuo Jun on the other end.

On this night, Chu Feng continued practicing boxing, unexpectedly mastering the sixth and seventh styles of the Ox Demon Fist in one go!

Standing at the doorway, he picked up a palm-sized hard stone, striking it lightly, instantly turning it into powder, scattering on the ground.

Chu Feng was shocked, looking down at his hand, wondering how terrifying the power was?

The progress of the Vigorous Ox Demon Fist was too fast. Chu Feng had doubts and asked the yellow ox, who wrote down some words explaining.

Some people practiced this boxing technique their whole lives without success, unable to pass the first style.

Others could master several styles within ten days or half a month, but this was only preliminary mastery; the supreme mysteries contained within required gradual comprehension later on.

"At this rate, I'll soon have it mastered," Chu Feng muttered to himself.

He didn't continue practicing at night for speed, preferring a natural approach.

Chu Feng took a bath and started searching online for related reports; the number of extraordinary people had increased, and some powerful figures were gradually becoming known.

Chu Feng read the reports seriously, then was attracted by a latest piece of news.

Someone reported finding a rare miraculous tree in the Taihang Mountains, with many extraordinary people rushing there, waiting for the fruit to mature before competing for it.

This caused a huge uproar!

Because, it was rumored that almost all extraordinary people underwent transformations after eating the strange fruits produced by certain plants.

Only Silver-winged Heavenly God, Diamond, Fire Spirit, and White Tiger King were differentâ€"they consumed the fruits from a peculiar small tree, thus they were exceptionally powerful.

Therefore, this news shocked everyone, stirring up ambitions among various parties; this meant that a super-strong individual could emerge, capable of suppressing all other extraordinary people in the land!

For a time, the Taihang Mountains entered everyone's sights, destined not to remain peaceful.

Please note that the last part of the translation includes a direct request for reader support, which is typically not translated in literature translations but included here for completeness.