Learning the Art on Yardrat

Wang Yang could not care less about how happy these people were; he was currently sprawled over the beast's body, devouring the meat like a starving ghost.

Delicious, truly delicious. There is no food in this world more exquisite than this. Starving to the point of seeing stars, Wang Yang felt what it meant to be truly happy in this moment.

It turned out that happiness was so simple: having food to eat when one was hungry.

As Wang Yang focused on tackling the roasted meat, the Little People around him quieted down, one after another tilting their heads to gaze at his heroic, imposing figure.

Some of the female Little People caught sight of Wang Yang above, their eyes turning hazy and sparkling, their cheeks flushing red.

Wang Yang glanced at his surroundings and sensed the weak auras of this group—not even a single one had a combat power of 1—so he ignored them and continued to eat.

Suddenly, the tallest and strongest among the group muttered something to those around him, and immediately, the entire crowd began to kowtow and worship Wang Yang.

"Greetings, Great King!"

"Greetings, Great King!"

The voices rose and fell, blending together into a massive, overwhelming sound.

"I am not your Great King; I am just an ordinary space traveler."

Wang Yang waved his hand while continuing to eat.

However, these people were stubborn, insisting on calling Wang Yang their Great King no matter what.

Left with no choice, Wang Yang simply let them be.

One day, while Wang Yang was cultivating on a mountain peak, his entire body was wreathed in a surging aura. A powerful pressure shot straight into the sky, scattering the clouds above with the sheer force of his energy.

What incredible power!

The Great King is so handsome!

In the distance, the Little People watched the flames of energy burning around Wang Yang, marveling endlessly. Some of the females stared dreamily at his "majestic" form.

Finally, I can control the power of the Great Ape at will. Wang Yang clenched his fists, feeling a strength ten times greater than his base state, and was filled with pleasant surprise.

At this point, Wang Yang no longer needed an Artificial Moon as a medium; he could control the Great Ape power as he pleased.

The Super Saiyan transformation provided a fifty-fold increase, and although he couldn't transform yet, Wang Yang was quite satisfied with a ten-fold boost.

If I can master the Super Saiyan transformation while in my Great Ape form to become a Super Great Ape, just how strong would I be? This thought suddenly flashed through Wang Yang's mind.

The Great Ape transformation was a ten-fold increase, and if he then performed the Super Saiyan transformation to become a Super Great Ape, would that result in a five-hundred-fold increase?

And if I eventually sublimate into a Super Saiyan 4? Just how powerful would that be! Thinking of such a terrifying multiplier, Wang Yang trembled with excitement. This transformation had a traceable path; just like Son Goku in the GT timeline, he had reached the final sublimation into a Super Saiyan 4 through these very steps.

Thinking of these thrilling possibilities, Wang Yang's mind was completely occupied by the image of a golden, shimmering Super Saiyan, and he was nearly drooling.

Anger! I need anger! Where is my trigger for rage? Wang Yang sat cross-legged on a boulder, rubbing his chin and muttering to himself. There were many things that could make him angry, but he couldn't find anything that would make him lose his mind, as no one had yet touched his reverse scale.

Just as Wang Yang was deep in thought, an untimely voice rang out.

"Great King! Great King! An Iron-Armored Beast has invaded our territory ahead, and many of our tribesmen have been killed. We implore the Great King to help us."

The former leader of the Dwarf Race dragged his heavily wounded body, crawling and scrambling to Wang Yang's feet to beg for help.

"..."

Coming back to his senses, Wang Yang looked at him, speechless. He suddenly felt that these guys didn't have such simple motives for making him their Great King.

Either they would say they had found a delicious beast today that the tribe couldn't handle, requesting Wang Yang to step in.

Or they would be bullied by other beasts for no reason the next day, begging Wang Yang to save them.

Or, when expanding their territory, they would run into a tough nut to crack and come running to Wang Yang to cry about their plight.

The list went on and on. Wang Yang hadn't even been on this planet for half a month, and this guy in front of him had been begging for help almost every single day. Their originally tiny territory had been constantly expanding, encroaching on the living space of other creatures; after these days of expansion, the territory was now more than three times its original size.

Even though Wang Yang clearly understood their intentions, he just smiled slightly and didn't mind. If he didn't want to act, no one could force him.

The survival of a race was based on encroaching upon the living space of others. The ancestors of the human race had fought through generations, overcoming enemy after enemy to lead humanity to become the masters of their planet.

These Dwarfs were tenacious; even in fear, they dared to challenge the strong. Wang Yang did not look down on them for their weakness, so he would lend a hand and help them with small favors.

Although the Dwarfs were small, their facial features were very similar to his own, they were quite intelligent, they were respectful to him, and they knew how to leverage his power. It was not impossible for them to become the masters of this planet in the future.

After staying on this planet for a month, Wang Yang took flight and disappeared from the sight of the Dwarfs, leaving behind their wailing and reluctant gazes.

The former leader of the Dwarf Race even prostrated himself on the ground, weeping heart-wrenchingly, unable to compose himself.

Time in the universe is not recorded; there is no distinction between spring, summer, autumn, or winter in the vast cosmos, only eternal darkness and solitude. Wang Yang passed by one life-bearing planet after another, witnessing countless civilizations, and his youthful body gradually grew and matured.

"Elder Pybara, I have been on Yardrat for two years now. I have learned most of your knowledge, and it is time for me to leave and see other civilizations." Wang Yang walked slowly to Pybara and bowed respectfully, performing a disciple's salute.

Two years ago, Wang Yang had obtained the coordinates of this planet from a space merchant and set off to Yardrat to apprentice under Pybara.

"Your talent is extremely outstanding. Knowledge that takes ordinary people a lifetime to learn, you have mastered in such a short time. I have nothing left to teach you. However, the universe is vast and full of wonders; there is still much you need to learn. You must never be arrogant or complacent, and you must always keep a heart that fears no hardship and strives for progress." Pybara stood with his hands behind his back, looking earnestly at his brilliant disciple.

"Yes!"

As if remembering something, Wang Yang reached into his pocket, pulled out a crystal-clear bead, and handed it to Pybara.

"Elder, you are the only one guarding Yardrat. If you ever encounter a powerful enemy in the future, just crush this bead, and no matter where I am, I will rush over."

Having mastered Instant Transmission, it would be quick for him to return to Yardrat.

"Very well!"

Pybara reached out to take it. He knew his own strength was meager and could only rely on intimidation to deter enemies. He had a profound understanding of just how powerful this disciple of his was; even if Frieza were to arrive, it would be to no avail.

Wang Yang pressed his index and middle fingers to his forehead, took one last deep look at Pybara, and then his body flickered and vanished from the spot.

"To have been able to take on such an outstanding disciple in my lifetime, I, Pybara, am truly fortunate."

With a smile on his face, Pybara watched the direction in which Wang Yang had departed. Possessing immense power yet remaining respectful to his master—he was thoroughly satisfied with such a disciple.