Setting Off, Heading to the Galactic Patrol

In the backyard of Bulma's house.

Mu Yang sat in the shade beneath a large tree, surrounded by clusters of flowers and greenery.

He kept his eyes tightly shut, legs crossed, hands resting on his kneecaps. With every inhalation and exhalation, the very air seemed to grow heavy.

At this moment.

A gentle breeze brushed against his cheeks, stirring his ink-black hair, while a massive gravitational field seemed to rise up around him.

"Whis, is Brother Mu Yang going to be alright?"

"Hmm, he should be fine. After all, this is a divine technique he created himself."

Whis and Bulma stood not far away, their gazes fixed intently on Mu Yang beneath the tree.

Bulma's face was etched with worry.

Whis, however, remained completely composed, standing firmly on the ground while gripping his staff.

The next instant!

BOOM!

The ground where Mu Yang sat cross-legged seemed to suffer a heavy blow, shattering and sinking inward.

Then, he opened his eyes, a flash of red light darting through them as he broke into a brilliant smile: "Gravity Manipulation Technique, cultivation successful."

Mu Yang stood up and began to manipulate gravity, slowly increasing the pressure on his own body. Fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

50 times... 100 times... 200 times...

Only after increasing it to 200 times gravity did Mu Yang feel his body reach its limit; if he pushed any further, his body would collapse, so he finally stopped.

Mu Yang tried moving his limbs.

Hmm... it was indeed much harder to move than before, but that was to be expected. After all, including the 100 times gravity already acting on his body, he was under a total of 300 times gravity.

Furthermore, it was relentless; even while sleeping, it would press down on his internal organs every single second.

Mu Yang felt that if he hadn't become a Saiyan, his body would have surely collapsed long ago under this kind of training!

The constitution of a Saiyan was truly monstrous!

"Brother Mu Yang, are you alright?"

Bulma ran over, her face full of concern. As sharp as she was, she noticed that Mu Yang's state seemed a bit off.

The fine sweat on his forehead was only increasing!

"Mm, I'm fine."

Mu Yang patted Bulma's little head to signal that she didn't need to worry, then said with an apologetic look: "Sorry, I ruined your backyard."

"Wuu... it's nothing..."

Bulma shook her head, saying with a serious expression: "As long as you're okay, Brother Mu Yang!"

Mu Yang was stunned for a moment. He didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he felt as if a glow surrounded Bulma.

"Hahahaha..."

Mu Yang burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Hearing this laughter, Bulma became even more worried!

"Brother Mu Yang..."

"I'm fine."

Mu Yang stopped laughing, though a trace of a smile still lingered on his face: "Bulma, you really are cute."

Cute...

Bulma's face flushed crimson.

Honestly, what was with "cute"?

She wasn't cute at all! When she grew up, she was going to be Brother Mu Yang's wife. How could a husband call his wife cute? Brother Mu Yang was just impossible.

Bulma shot Mu Yang a resentful glance.

Mu Yang was a bit confused and could only scratch his hair.

"Congratulations to our Candidate Destroyer. It seems I won't need to manually increase the weight of your clothes anymore."

Whis approached slowly. Having lived for so many years, he could tell at a glance that this was a method for manipulating gravity.

In this universe, while techniques to manipulate gravity were rare, they did exist, though they were usually just innate racial advantages of certain species.

A technique for manipulating gravity learned through acquired effort was something he had never seen in all his years!

A massive storm surged within Whis's heart, yet on the surface, he maintained a calm and indifferent demeanor.

In Mu Yang's eyes, Whis looked completely composed, and he thought to himself: As expected, this little bit of insight of mine still isn't enough to catch Whis's eye. I need to keep working harder!

Mu Yang felt the road ahead was long; he was still a far cry from becoming a true powerhouse!

Even Whis himself looked down upon the methods he had pioneered, let alone the Grand Minister or Zeno, who stood above the angels; they would likely find them beneath their notice as well.

Mu Yang gave a wry chuckle, putting the thought to rest.

Since his talent was insufficient, he would make up for it with diligence!

One day, he would find a world that belonged to him alone!

With this thought, Mu Yang slowly stood up, looked at Whis, and said, "Whis, you jest. I fear my meager achievements are not worthy of your attention."

The corner of Whis's eye twitched imperceptibly, though he maintained a nonchalant expression on the surface and smiled, "Naturally. Mu Yang, deities capable of what you have achieved are a dime a dozen in the Divine Realm."

To prevent Mu Yang from becoming arrogant or complacent, Whis had no choice but to exaggerate.

"Mm."

Mu Yang nodded in complete agreement.

Not to mention those further away, even looking close by, Beerus was likely a genius similar to him, or perhaps even more terrifying. His own small tricks were certainly not enough to catch the eye of those at or above the angel level!

"I understand, Whis. I will work even harder."

Mu Yang clenched his fists.

The corners of Whis's mouth twitched again, and he forced out a smile: "It is good that you have this heart. Keep it up."

Please, old man, stop being so competitive, he begged silently.

If he kept pushing himself like this, Whis dared not imagine what the future Divine Realm would become.

It would likely be a place where only the King of Overachievers could survive.

"Then, without further ado, let us head back." Mu Yang walked over and placed his hand on Whis's back.

"Very well, let us be off, Mr. Mu Yang."

Whis was just about to tap his staff to depart.

"Brother Mu Yang, can you take me with you? Or perhaps take me to the Galactic Patrol headquarters? I want to go see my sister."

Bulma looked at him with a pleading face, her eyes brimming with tears.

Mu Yang could not bear to see such a cute little girl crying in front of him, so he smiled immediately: "If you want to come along, then come. I will take you to the Galactic Patrol headquarters."

"Whis, that's fine, right?"

Mu Yang looked toward Whis.

"Mm, it is fine. The Galactic Patrol is quite close to here."

Whis glanced at the location of the Galactic Patrol on his staff and smiled faintly.

"Alright."

Mu Yang turned his head back toward Bulma and reached out his hand: "Come with me, Bulma."

Bulma's face turned crimson, and she lowered her head.

Mu Yang tilted his head, confused.

Bulma, what does this mean?

"Mr. Mu Yang, what Bulma means is..."

Whis was just about to explain.

"Mm."

Bulma let out a sound as soft as a mosquito's hum, then took the initiative to reach out her small hand and take Mu Yang's.

"Oh my, oh my!"

Whis exclaimed in surprise, a knowing, mischievous smile spreading across his face involuntarily.

I ship it! I ship it!

Mu Yang smiled knowingly, looked at Whis once more, and said: "Let's go, Whis."

Whis nodded, tapped his staff lightly against the ground, and enveloped Bulma and Mu Yang in a seven-colored streak of light that shot into the sky.

"They're gone."

Briefs looked up at the seven-colored light in the sky, sighing with emotion.

Truly, a daughter grown is like water spilled!

"The children have their own journeys to take; why are you worrying yourself over nothing?"

Panchy appeared from behind the door and rolled her eyes at Briefs.

"Hahaha, that is true. You are right, my dear."

Briefs laughed twice before walking back into the house.

"Old fool."

Panchy watched her husband's retreating back, shook her head slightly, and followed him inside.