The Foundation of Power

As for his future development, Jiang Yun had already given it some thought. He decided to leverage the power of technology for his training. Take the Gravity Training Room from Dragon Ball, for instance; it was a major artifact for cultivation in the original work. With it, his training speed would surely increase significantly. However, he was still young, so there was no rush for a gravity room—using one too early would stunt his growth. That would be a different story in a few years.

"By that time, my strength will surely have made significant progress. I truly look forward to meeting Goku," Jiang Yun said with a look of anticipation.

As for how to establish his own faction, Jiang Yun had already considered it. He decided to recruit the young people in the village who practiced martial arts.

That was right; the village where Jiang Yun lived had a strong martial arts culture. It was likely founded by a group of fallen martial artists, and the village had always maintained the habit of practicing, leaving both the old and young with very sturdy bodies.

Jiang Yun had heard all of this from his late grandfather. His grandfather had passed away two years ago, making him a genuine orphan.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Yun had a plan. He decided to open a restaurant serving Chinese Cuisine to serve as the public economic source for his faction, while also providing the food needed for his martial arts training. Martial artists always had huge appetites; as the saying went, "Literature for the poor, martial arts for the rich." Many of the hidden injuries from training also required medicinal herbs to recover. Not everyone possessed the recovery ability of a Saiyan, especially as an Earthling!

The technology in this world was far more advanced than in his previous life. Healing Liquid that could treat injuries was already on the market, though it was a bit expensive and generally a luxury for the wealthy; ordinary people still went to hospitals.

Jiang Yun had actually started cultivating the younger generation a year ago. In the year since he had transmigrated, he had defeated all the young people in the village, even rivaling the older generation. By now, the villagers could no longer gauge the level of his cultivation.

After all, most people nowadays only treated martial arts as a means to keep fit, lacking the true spirit of a martial artist.

Of course, there were still a few who persisted in practicing martial arts. They were the descendants of the martial artists who had survived the battle against King Piccolo; they were the ones who truly knew the glory of the martial way!

These were the people Jiang Yun intended to recruit, for only such talents were worth his investment.

Jiang Yun walked through a forest. The tall trees were lush and green, completely different from his previous life. In this world, towering trees were visible everywhere. Industrialization was not as severe as before; some places were highly developed, while others remained in a primitive agricultural era.

Passing through the forest, Jiang Yun arrived at a simple training ground. It was quite spacious, established a year ago by Jiang Yun and some of the village's youth. The people here revered the strong. After being defeated by him, the young martial artists of the village regarded him as an idol and hoped to follow him in his training, which led to the scene before him.

Seeing Jiang Yun's arrival, the group that had been training hard immediately stopped and looked toward him.

A boy who looked about sixteen years old ran over and asked excitedly, "Brother Yun, are you here to guide our training?"

"Bu Chen, I have something I want to tell you all. Gather the others; this concerns them as well."

"Hey, everyone, stop for a moment! Brother Yun has something to say!" Hearing Bu Chen's words, everyone walked over.

Looking at the youth before them, a trace of admiration flashed in their eyes. They spoke up one after another: "Brother Yun, what do you need us for? Is it time for the next stage of our training? We haven't felt much improvement lately!"

"Brother Yun, can we go out and explore the world now, just like you said before?" those who had guessed part of the reason asked eagerly.

"Yeah, yeah! The elders at home never let us go out, saying we must get Brother Yun's approval first."

Watching the crowd clamor, Jiang Yun raised his hand and said, "Everyone, quiet down!"

The moment Jiang Yun spoke, everyone immediately fell silent, a testament to his high prestige.

"The reason I came to find you today is that I want to establish a faction to facilitate our training. Our progress has reached a relatively slow point, and we must find new methods." At this point, Jiang Yun couldn't help but think of the future enemies who could blow up planets with ease. Jiang Yun would not entrust his life to the Saiyans; he had to grasp his own destiny, which only strengthened his resolve to create a faction.

"I intend to establish a faction similar to the Martial Arts Alliance to spread the martial way far and wide, allowing it to regain its former glory." This was a plan Jiang Yun had long held: to cultivate Earth's martial strength to resist the changes to come. Jiang Yun also planned to venture into the universe in the future, so having his own faction was inevitable.

"But, Brother Yun, is it really possible for us to create a faction?" some questioned.

Hearing that person's words, Jiang Yun frowned and shouted, "Shut up! Do you still have the spirit of a martial artist? Martial arts are declining now. If you believe you can't do it, then there is no hope for the martial way! You must know that the martial way is in our hands now; we must not let the legacy be lost. It must be carried forward by us."

"But is martial arts still useful? Even if we can block bullets, can we block shells, tanks, and planes?" the person asked again. Even the others were shaken, though they didn't say anything.

Bu Chen couldn't stand it anymore and said angrily, "Shut up, Bu Fan! You really disappoint me. How dare you question Brother Yun? Even if martial arts can't defeat tanks and shells, that is no excuse for your insolence!"

That was right; this person was Bu Chen's younger brother, Bu Fan! Hearing Bu Chen's words, Jiang Yun shook his head and smiled. The younger generation in the village did not agree with the older generation's views, believing that while martial arts were powerful, they couldn't rival modern human technology. Even Bu Chen, who admired him the most, didn't think martial arts could match human technology.

"Since you all think the martial way has reached its limit, today I will let you witness its true power. The martial way can shatter mountains and split rocks, boil the seas and burn the forests!"

After speaking, Jiang Yun walked without looking back to a large boulder that stood twice as tall as a man.

"Keep your eyes open and watch!"

Jiang Yun began to channel his internal energy, unleashing two bursts of hidden force. With his current strength, he could only manage two, which instantly doubled his combat power.

"Ahhh! Half-Step Crushing Fist!"

With two sharp cracks, the giant boulder instantly shattered into dozens of pieces. This shocking scene stunned everyone present.

Even Bu Chen was shocked. Although he knew Jiang Yun was strong, he hadn't realized he was powerful to this extent.

It was simply inhuman!

"Now, I hope no one disputes my opinion. The faction we are creating shall be called the Martial Alliance. I know the difficulties of building a faction, so I will provide you with help. In five years, I want you to make the Martial Alliance the number one faction in West City! Bu Chen, you will serve as the Vice Alliance Leader and be in charge of all affairs for now. Do not fear the hardships. Those who perform well will be taught the method of cultivating 'Qi,' which I am currently perfecting. I hope you will not let me down!"

"Yes!" The group, conquered by Jiang Yun's power, felt infinite confidence surge within them.

Time passed in a flash...