Daily Life in the Deep Mountain Wilderness

When he woke up again, Zhang Wutian finally witnessed Little Wukong's so-called method of resuscitation.

It consisted of her grabbing his face and gnawing on his mouth like a wild animal. Honestly, being chewed on by a monkey-girl like this wasn't the least bit romantic, and naturally, this substandard form of CPR couldn't possibly have any therapeutic effect.

Zhang Wutian now harbored deep suspicions about the motives of Son Gohan, that "distinguished master" of Master Roshi, in teaching his granddaughter such things. Considering Master Roshi's questionable moral fiber and his world-renowned little hobbies... Zhang Wutian's expression turned grim.

"You're finally awake, Zhang Wutian! Didn't you promise not to pass out? You made me have to give you first aid again," Little Wukong said, sounding dissatisfied.

"I really appreciate the effort, but don't do this kind of first aid to anyone else in the future."

"Why not?" Son Wukong tilted her head, looking at Zhang Wutian with her big, innocent eyes.

"Didn't your grandfather tell you? This is something you can only do with your husband. Didn't he tell you that you can only have one husband?"

"I think he said that... or maybe he didn't..." Little Wukong tilted her head, struggling to recall.

"I am your husband now, so you aren't allowed to do this to anyone else."

Zhang Wutian certainly didn't have any strange ideas about Little Wukong. At least for the moment, he hadn't even considered marrying this monkey-girl. It was just that if Little Wukong were to fight someone like Frieza in his third form, and then suddenly pounce on him to save his life by gnawing on his face... the imagery was just too surreal. It was so beautiful that the mere thought of it made Zhang Wutian's skin crawl.

"In any case, you have to listen to me on this, understand?"

"I don't really get it, but since you're my husband, I'll listen to you." She still didn't seem to grasp the meaning of the word "husband," but since it was a term her grandfather had once mentioned, she held a certain level of respect for it and reluctantly agreed to follow Zhang Wutian's instructions.

Clutching his chest, Zhang Wutian wobbled to his feet. He discovered that even after taking such a violent blow from Little Wukong, his chest hadn't been caved in; on the contrary, his strength seemed to have increased.

Could it be that I really have a constitution that gets stronger the more I get beaten up? Why does this feel like some old-school RPG?

With this thought in mind, and not in a rush to return home—even harboring the hope that he might be able to use the Dragon Balls to return to his original world—Zhang Wutian decided to freeload at Son Wukong's house for a while.

"Wake up, Zhang Wutian! The sun is already up!"

"Mmm... five more minutes... OOF!!!!!"

The final sound was Zhang Wutian spitting out a mouthful of blood. Little Wukong had delivered a headbutt straight to his stomach, sending him flying upward.

"Are you trying to kill me?! You just want to eat my meat, don't you, you damn monkey!!"

"I don't want to eat your meat! There's no other way to wake you up," Little Wukong said, sounding perfectly justified.

The two arrived at the dining table, and this time it was Zhang Wutian's turn to lecture Little Wukong.

"No hands! Use your chopsticks to eat. Didn't your grandfather leave you utensils?"

"So annoying, Zhang Wutian. You're even more long-winded than my grandpa."

"Enough talk, just do it! I'm not asking you to be a lady, but at the very least, you need to maintain the basic standards of a human being!"

After eating, the two went out to hunt together.

"That prey is all yours. Good luck, don't lose."

Pointing at a giant bear over four meters tall, Little Wukong said calmly.

"Are you sure I'm not just going there to be an extra snack for that thing?"

"Don't worry. You survived a punch from me, so I believe you can definitely win. Besides, don't you want to get stronger? If you beat it, you'll definitely become even stronger."

Zhang Wutian took a deep breath, said nothing more, and walked toward the alert giant bear under Little Wukong's watchful gaze.

The giant bear stood on its hind legs and glared at Zhang Wutian.

"I heard bears don't eat dead people. If I lie down and play dead now, will you ignore me?"

The answer to Zhang Wutian was a merciless swipe of a bear paw.

Zhang Wutian was knocked back repeatedly, but having endured Little Wukong's attacks, he managed to keep his footing and wasn't sent flying by the blow.

"If you've got the guts, hit me again!! You stupid bear!!"

Three minutes later, Little Wukong looked helpless as she finished off the giant bear and rescued Zhang Wutian, who had been half-swallowed by the beast, with only his legs sticking out of its mouth.

"I thought I was a goner," Zhang Wutian said miserably, blood still streaming from a hole in his head.

"You're so weak. There's no way you can hunt alone like this. How did you even survive before? Have you been eating grass this whole time?"

To this question, Zhang Wutian had no reply.

That night, Zhang Wutian, who had eaten some bear paw, and Little Wukong, who had devoured the rest of the bear, sat side-by-side under the eaves, watching the stars.

"So full," Little Wukong said happily, patting her bulging stomach.

"You ate more than several times your own volume. How exactly does a Saiyan's stomach work? Is this the secret to a Saiyan's strength?"

"What's a Saiyan?"

"It's what city folk call people from the mountains." Zhang Wutian changed the subject: "Do you know what a city is?"

"Yeah, I heard Grandpa talk about it. He said there are a lot of bad people in the city."

"I came from the city. Do you think I'm a bad person?"

Little Wukong shook her head, then added, "But you're so weak. Are all the people in the city as weak as you?"

"Pretty much." Gazing up at the starry sky and feeling the charm of the unpolluted night, Zhang Wutian said in an ethereal voice, "Most city people are cold. They would never invite a stranger to stay in their home like you did. Even though I grew up in the city and am a true city dweller, I always feel like I'm living in a cage, without a shred of freedom. Wukong, I really envy you for being able to possess such strength and live freely, unbound by anything."

"Hoo... hoo..." A rhythmic snoring sound came from beside him; the monkey-girl had already fallen asleep.

"Seriously, let a guy finish his sentence. It's not often I get to be this sentimental." Sighing helplessly, Zhang Wutian picked up Little Wukong and carried her to bed.

Looking at the light-as-a-feather Little Wukong in his arms, Zhang Wutian muttered to himself, "Husband? Give me a break. Looking like this, we're basically father and daughter. Even though I'm not married yet, if I did have a daughter, she'd probably be just like this."

"Grandpa... I miss you so much..." Little Wukong, held in Zhang Wutian's arms, spoke in her sleep, and this blow struck the softest part of Zhang Wutian's heart.

"She's still just a kid, after all. Even if she acts all carefree and boisterous, she still misses her grandfather in her dreams."

"Sleep well, little monkey." Zhang Wutian gently stroked Little Wukong's hair.

The next moment, snap—Little Wukong clamped her teeth down on the hand he had reached out.

"Grandpa... so delicious..."

"You brat, I'm not your grandpa, and even if I were, you can't eat him! Wait, don't tell me your grandpa was actually eaten by you! You cannibal monkey, don't bite! Let go right now!! Wait, why are you biting even harder? Let go, I said!!"

The next day, Son Wukong woke up to see Zhang Wutian, his face full of indignation and his arm covered in tooth marks.

"Come, come, come, monkey girl, let's fight for 300 rounds!!"

"Sure." Ever since her grandfather passed away, no one had been able to spar with her, so Son Wukong was quite enthusiastic about Zhang Wutian's invitation.

By the way, in that day's battle, Zhang Wutian didn't even last three rounds before Son Wukong punched him into the air, leaving him unable to get back up.

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Zhang Wutian: Why do I get sent flying every chapter? Author, do you have a grudge against me?

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