Gather the Seven Dragon Balls

Although reluctant, Son Gohan ultimately had to return to the Other World.

Having entrusted his granddaughter, his only remaining attachment, to others, the free-spirited old man rejected the idea of using the Dragon Balls to resurrect himself and departed from the mortal realm with grace.

"Remember to burn a copy of your wedding photo for me," the bushy-browed old man said with a smile in his final moments before leaving.

"Burn..." Such an ominous request sounded perfectly reasonable under the circumstances, which left Zhang Wutian feeling all sorts of awkward.

The intersection between the living and the dead came to an end. As promised, Fortuneteller Baba began to help Zhang Wutian divine the location of the final Dragon Ball.

"What you seek is in a small town 2,000 kilometers from here."

The location of the Dragon Ball appeared in Fortuneteller Baba's crystal ball, and Zhang Wutian firmly memorized the appearance of the building.

"Let's go, Wukong. Let's get our hands on the last Dragon Ball."

"Yeah!" Son Wukong nodded, and the two used the Flight Technique to fly in the direction indicated by Fortuneteller Baba.

"It's so convenient to be able to fly freely," Yamcha said with envy as he looked up and watched the two disappear in an instant.

"The Crane School's Flight Technique requires a profound understanding of ki to execute; you're still a long way off," Master Roshi said, seizing the opportunity to discipline his disciple.

"Are you even qualified to say that now? Although the boy named Zhang isn't your disciple, that little girl is wearing a Turtle Hermit School martial arts uniform. You've already been surpassed by your own disciple," Fortuneteller Baba teased from the side.

"Every master has a day when they are surpassed by their disciples," Master Roshi said calmly. "You two should work hard as well and strive to surpass your master soon."

"Yes, Master!!" Yamcha and Krillin replied spiritedly.

Little did they know that Master Roshi was actually weeping internally.

Those two little monsters... my title as the world's greatest is gone!!

On the other side, Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong were flying toward the location divined by Fortuneteller Baba.

Although the holder of the Dragon Ball had yet to appear, based on the original plot, Zhang Wutian knew that it was most likely the Pilaf gang.

Regardless of how active this group would be in the future, how they would drive the plot, or even how one of them—old enough to be someone's grandmother—would end up in a relationship with the young master of the Bulma family, they were not worth mentioning to Zhang Wutian at the moment.

"W-what do we do? That person is coming!" Because their castle had been destroyed by Son Wukong during the last appearance of Shenron, the Pilaf gang, who were forced to live in a small town, were watching the six Dragon Balls on their radar getting closer with sheer terror.

"What do we do, Emperor Pilaf? That person even took down the Red Ribbon Army; we're no match for her at all!!" said the dog-like subordinate of Pilaf.

"Calm down! Didn't we devise a plan to deal with that person? We don't need to fight her; we can easily get the Dragon Ball by relying on our plan!"

"But Emperor Pilaf, will our plan really be effective?" asked a certain woman who was in her twenties now, but would later go on to prey on the son of a woman younger than herself decades later.

"Rest assured, our plan will definitely succeed. That little girl won't be able to escape the palm of my hand," Pilaf laughed sinisterly.

Not long after, Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong landed in the town and arrived in front of the house where the Pilaf gang resided.

"Hehehe, I've been waiting for you, Son Wukong! Is your companion only one person this time?"

"It's you guys!!" Son Wukong clearly remembered what happened during the last Dragon Ball hunt. "So the last Dragon Ball is with you! Are you trying to do something bad again?"

"What's so bad about ruling the world? If the world is ruled by me, Emperor Pilaf, everyone should feel happy! Hand over the Dragon Ball in your hand!"

"I won't give the Dragon Ball to you! You're the one who should hand it over!" Son Wukong shouted.

"Hehehe, I knew you would say that, which is why I prepared a trap for you here."

"A trap?"

"That's right!!" Pilaf took a remote control out of his pocket and said triumphantly, "I have planted a large number of bombs under this town. If I press this button, the bombs will explode immediately, and everyone will die! If you don't want the town's residents to die because of you, hand the Dragon Ball to me!"

"Despicable!!" Son Wukong gritted her teeth and instinctively took a fighting stance.

"Don't move! Stay right there!" Pilaf shrieked. "Throw the Dragon Ball over, or I'll detonate them."

"You!!" Although she was so angry that her eyes were splitting, Son Wukong had no choice; she didn't dare to move at all.

"Hahaha! That's why I said there's no need to fight. To deal with someone like you who thinks they're a good person, you just need to use your brain a little. I, Emperor Pilaf, am truly a genius! Hahahaha!!"

"I can't bear to watch this farce anymore." Zhang Wutian scratched his head, stepped forward, and said, "Hey, you're in this town too. If the bombs go off, do you think you can escape the blast radius?"

"Haha... huh?" Pilaf's laughter got stuck in his throat.

"What do we do, Emperor Pilaf? We'll be blown up too!"

"I'm still young! I don't want to be blown up by a bomb!!"

"T-this..." Cold sweat began to pour down Pilaf's face.

"Besides, there's actually another way to do this." As he spoke, Zhang Wutian's figure seemed to blur for a moment before instantly solidifying.

Pilaf felt his hand go empty; the remote control that had been in his grip was now in Zhang Wutian's hand.

"Understand? Wukong, there's no need to be polite with people like this. If you're threatened, threaten their lives right back. We don't fear them having hostages; we only fear them not showing their faces. Once they do, we can take them out in an instant with our power."

"That's too hard. Anyway, having you by my side is enough, Zhang Wutian. If there's a problem, you can solve it for me."

"You really don't stand on ceremony after pulling a fast one on me..." Zhang Wutian smiled, then said to the three figures who were trying to sneak away, "How long do you think it would take for me to run over there and twist your limbs into pretzels and stuff them into your mouths?"

"My lord, please spare us!!!" The three immediately knelt on the ground, weeping and begging for mercy.

They might have put up a desperate struggle against a good person like Son Wukong, as good people wouldn't make things difficult for them if they surrendered at the right time. However, Zhang Wutian had maintained the face of a villain since he appeared. To petty villains, good people aren't hard to deal with, but major villains are their natural predators...

And so, the final Dragon Ball fell into the hands of Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong.

With this, the seven Dragon Balls were finally gathered. Once all obstacles were cleared, the final moment had arrived.

A black circular hole appeared before Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong, and the gateway to another world opened for the two, who were holding hands.