[Wilderness Survival Announcement]

Chinese contestant Lu Fan triggers a 10,000-fold return.

[A century-old elm tree*]

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"Holy crap, this huge tree has appeared in our village! My God, it's enormous when I see it with my own eyes."

"I'm so envious. Your village has become prosperous and can develop tourism. Many people have never seen a tree before, so I'm sure some people will go there."

"Now that we have water, the land is recovering, and there are more trees, I wonder if I will be able to see a forest before then."

"It's alright. If you can't see it, we'll burn it for you."

Lu Fan shouldered the tree branch, preparing to head back home with the Monkey King, when suddenly, a deep roar came from not far away.

[Black Panther Spotted]

Lu Fan's heart tightened, and he looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a majestic black panther slowly walking towards him.

The black panther was jet black and shiny, with taut muscles, and every step it took exuded a kingly aura.

Its eyes, like two green gems, gleamed eerily in the sunlight, sending chills down one's spine.

Lu Fan's heart suddenly raced, his hand unconsciously tightened around the axe, and his mind raced, trying to think of a solution.

Strangely, the black panther did not attack as Lu Fan had imagined. It simply walked to the elm tree, looked up at Lu Fan and the monkey king.

Then it slowly circled the tree once, then pushed off with its hind legs, put its front paws on the trunk, and nimbly climbed up the tree.

It found a thick tree branch, lay down comfortably, rested its head on its front paws, closed its eyes, and was actually preparing to sleep.

Lu Fan and the Monkey King exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

"What's going on with this black panther? Did it come here for a nap after eating?"

Lu Fan muttered to himself, his tension easing slightly.

He stood there, observing the black panther for a while, and only after confirming that it really had no intention of attacking did he cautiously turn around and prepare to leave.

"Phew, thank goodness it was a false alarm. Looks like I had good luck today." Lu Fan breathed a sigh of relief, carried the tree branch, and set off with the Monkey King back to the sanctuary.

Along the way, the Monkey King remained as lively as before, leaping between branches and occasionally stopping to wait for Lu Fan.

As Lu Fan walked, he recalled the thrilling scene from just now and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What a fruitful day! Not only did I find great materials for making bows, but I also witnessed the peculiar behavior of the black panther," Lu Fan muttered to himself, his steps becoming lighter.

When Anlan returns to the shelter, she will be very happy to see him carrying such good branches back.

Thinking of this, Lu Fan quickened his pace, wishing he could fly back immediately.

The Monkey King bid farewell to Lu Fan and continued his tree-cutting business.

As they approached the shelter, Big Black heard the commotion and ran out early to greet them.

It wagged its tail and circled around Lu Fan and the Monkey King, making cheerful noises.

An Lan also came out of the house and saw Lu Fan, a bright smile appeared on her face.

"You're finally back! I was so worried about you." An Lan stepped forward, took the branch from Lu Fan's shoulder, and looked him over curiously.

"Look at this branch, it's absolutely top-quality material for making bows!"

Lu Fan said excitedly, and then told An Lan about his experiences along the way, including meeting the Monkey King, finding the century-old elm wood, and his chance encounter with the black panther.

An Lan listened intently, occasionally letting out a gasp of surprise.

Wow, that was so exciting!

She laughed and said, "But it's really bizarre that the black panther climbed up the tree to sleep."

"Who can argue with that? Things in this wilderness are truly unpredictable."

After the meal, Lu Fan stretched his wrists, rolled up his sleeves, and strode towards the significant century-old elm tree.

This elm log, weathered by time, carries all his hopes for the new weapon, which will be forged into a crucial aid for survival in these days of wilderness survival.

He picked up the knife, the blade against the elm bark, his movements swift and precise, each cut filled with power and focus.

The bark of the elm tree, bearing the mottled marks of time, peels away in a rustling motion, revealing a pale yellow woody layer with a hint of white.

The delicate textures resemble the marks left by the flowing river of time, each strand clearly visible, telling the story of this ancient tree's long history.

After peeling off the outer skin, Lu Fan held the knife upright and began to remove the small burrs attached to the wood.

His gaze was focused and firm, moving with great patience, again and again.

Before long, the surface of the elm wood became smooth and flat, warm to the touch, as if responding to his careful polishing.

Next, Lu Fan skillfully set up a simple grill on the open ground and quickly started a fire.

The raging flames licked at the elm wood, making a sizzling sound, and a faint aroma of burning wood wafted through the air.

His gaze was fixed on the elm wood, never leaving it for a moment, while he constantly turned the long stick in his hand to ensure that the elm wood was heated evenly.

As the temperature gradually rises, the internal fiber structure of elm wood quietly changes, slowly becoming soft and malleable, like a tamed beast gradually and obediently presenting the form it desires.

Once the fire was just right, Lu Fan swiftly removed the roasted elm wood from the fire and placed it steadily between two flat stones, then firmly weighed it down with a thick brick.

To ensure the bow's curvature was accurate, he found two straight tree branches and carefully fixed them to both sides of the bow.

It's like putting a pair of sturdy "stabilizers" on the bow, allowing it to maintain a perfect posture throughout the shaping process.

After processing the elm wood, Lu Fan turned and walked to the storage area, where he found a pair of goat horns that he had previously hunted.

These two uniquely shaped diagonals, with their curvature and size perfectly matching the bow's arms, seem like exquisite accessories specially prepared by heaven for this bow.

He put the ram's horn into a pot, filled it with water, and then put it on the fire to boil.

The water in the pot gradually heated up, steaming up and emitting a faint fishy smell.

About half an hour later, he gently poked the ram's horn with a stick and felt that it had softened, so he quickly scooped it out.

Then, he picked up a knife and began to carve the ram's horns.

With skillful hands, he precisely shaved away the excess parts of the ram's horns, each cut just right, until the ram's horns fit perfectly against both ends of the bow.

To make the ram's horn and bow arm more secure, he also carefully carved several grooves at the joint.

Then they found some very resilient plant fibers, skillfully twisted them into thin ropes, and wrapped the ram's horns tightly around the bow arm, round and round.

Finally, he secured the prepared ram's horn bow arms with bricks, and the task was completed; all that remained was for them to fully take shape.

An Lan watched Lu Fan's busy figure quietly from the side. His focused demeanor exuded a unique charm that deeply attracted her attention.

"Alright, it should be ready by tomorrow. The elm wood is at the right dryness and thickness, so it can be shaped successfully in 12-14 hours."

Lu Fan stood up, dusted off his hands, and patiently explained to An Lan, who looked on with curiosity.

"As for the ram's horns, that will be even faster, only four or five hours."

An Lan watched Lu Fan speak eloquently, her heart filled with curiosity, and she couldn't help but ask, "How do you know so much?"

Lu Fan laughed heartily: "There are many ethnic minorities in Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan. I have seen them make bows and arrows before, and I have learned these tricks by observing them."