Holy crap, it's the Dragon Ball world!

White clouds dotted the horizon, the azure sky like seawater, so clear it seemed washed, exceptionally bright.

Mu Yang's small courtyard was located on a hilltop in the Da Qingshan Mountains, with several similar peaks nearby—these were where other disciples of the Tianxin Style lived. To avoid interfering with each other's cultivation, every disciple had a relatively independent environment for their own practice.

And these dwellings only occupied a few insignificant spots within the vast Da Qingshan Mountains.

That day, Mu Yang dressed neatly in a roughly made cloth garment, tied his shoes, lamented the backwardness of the era for a moment, then hurried down the mountain.

Today was the day Teacher Aisafu and several elders taught martial arts to the disciples. Such lessons only happened once every seven days, and Mu Yang certainly wouldn't miss such a good opportunity.

Walking along the path, as the road gradually widened, he occasionally ran into disciples converging from other trails. Seeing Mu Yang, they all warmly greeted him, and he smiled in return.

The closer he got to the Tianxin Style's Martial Arts Building, the larger the crowd became. Among them, some older children appeared, a few seemingly already adults. In truth, these older individuals weren't genuine disciples of the Tianxin Style but cultivators from nearby villages.

As the most renowned martial arts school for miles around, the Tianxin Style held immense prestige. Countless cultivators came seeking its teachings, yet its internal membership remained small.

Including Teacher Aisafu and the elders, there were only sixteen true disciples.

Below the Da Qingshan Mountains lay clustered villages. Though a martial arts school, the Tianxin Style couldn't remain detached from the world. The daily needs of so many people required procurement from nearby villages, so at the foot of the mountain, the school also ran a Martial Arts Hall open to ordinary folk.

The Tianxin Style Martial Arts Hall.

Besides handling the disciples' daily supplies, this hall taught simple martial arts to villagers and recruited promising disciples.

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"

As the gong sounded, all arriving disciples filed into the building. The bright hall immediately buzzed with noise, but soon fell silent as everyone awaited the teacher's appearance.

Mu Yang unceremoniously sat at the very front of all the disciples, with the ever-mischievous Meixia beside him, poking his arm with her small hand.

"Be quiet!" he scolded in a low voice.

Meixia pouted and shot him an unhappy glare.

Mu Yang was speechless. This girl was always so fidgety—he'd probably spoiled her too much in the past, fostering this habit. Then he saw her staring blankly, eyes fixed on the bright light source on the ceiling of the building.

It was an electric lamp, powered by something called electric energy, quite miraculous—said to be a technology developed in the outside world that was now spreading.

The Martial Arts Building had electric lamps thanks to an elder who had brought a generator and cables from the outside.

Gazing at the dazzling, bright bulb, its soft light unlike the smoky, stifling heat of a candle flame, disciples from nearby villages who'd never seen such a thing gasped in wonder.

Only Mu Yang sat cross-legged, calm and composed.

Electric lamps—he'd seen plenty in his past life. Still, seeing one in this world was reassuring; at least it showed the world he was in wasn't too backward.

The other disciples, unaware of this, had never been to a big city and were naturally curious. Seeing their senior brother so unfazed, they admired him greatly.

After a short wait, Teacher Aisafu and several elders emerged from the back hall. Mu Yang sat up straight, focusing intently on the elders before him.

The older generation of the Tianxin Style numbered only six, with very few successors. Even by Mu Yang's generation, though new disciples had increased, the entire school still only had sixteen people.

It wasn't that they didn't want to take on more disciples, but the resources required to train them were staggering. This set the Tianxin Style apart from other schools—others simply taught martial arts and let disciples train on their own, their progress depending on potential.

But the Tianxin Style was different. Its heritage was ancient, and its philosophy of cultivation was quite distinct. It didn't demand fierce combat or the forging of immense power; instead, it emphasized nurturing the body, cultivating vitality, and prolonging blood and energy...

This approach meant that besides a disciple's potential, the initial resource investment was enormous. One-on-one instruction, in particular, stretched the limited teaching staff, so they had no choice but to follow an elite path.

After the martial arts lesson ended.

"Senior brother, senior brother, senior brother—is the outside world really like Uncle Cal says, where everyone lives in a big village called a 'city'?" Meixia chattered like a warbler, endlessly asking Mu Yang about the outside world.

"What big village—that's a city." Mu Yang stopped walking to answer.

"Isn't it just a lot of people living together? What's the difference from a village?" Meixia tilted her head, confused about the distinction between a village and a city.

"You can think of it as a big village if you want."

Mu Yang thought for a moment, unsure how to explain it to Meixia. It was like trying to explain nuclear energy to an ancient person—there was no concept in their mind.

Meixia was still young, unlike Mu Yang, who carried memories of Earth. It was normal that she couldn't grasp the difference between a city and a village. According to news brought by Uncle Cal, Teacher Aisafu's junior disciple, the outside world was undergoing a massive transformation—a power called technology was awakening, and many places were already feeling its effects.

"Oh, senior brother, are you going into the Primeval Mountains to train this afternoon?"

"Yeah." Mu Yang nodded. Training every day without fail was a habit he'd developed since coming to this world. Though the Primeval Mountains were full of wild beasts, those in the outer areas were generally weak, making it an excellent training ground.

Hearing this, Meixia's eyes curved into crescents. "I want to come too!"

"Baby, you're welcome to join."

"Don't call me baby!" Meixia lunged at him, claws bared.

"Then I'll call you Xi Baby instead."

Mu Yang sidestepped a few paces, dodging her pounce, and chuckled teasingly.

With his greatly improved strength, Meixia was no longer a match for him.

"Hmph! I'm mad now." Meixia stomped her foot, floating half a meter off the ground in displeasure. She turned her head and said, "Senior brother, don't forget to wait for me this afternoon. I found a pretty crystal ball yesterday—if you go into the mountains without me, I won't show it to you."

With that, Meixia flew straight into the forest, her small figure vanishing among the trees.

"That girl... flying again."

Watching where Meixia had disappeared, Mu Yang chuckled to himself. He hadn't expected that besides martial arts, Meixia also possessed special abilities. He still remembered how startled he'd been the first time he saw her floating in midair.

Martial arts, special abilities, and the budding power of technology—this world seemed quite rich and colorful.

In the afternoon, the sunlight didn't reach certain parts of the Primeval Mountains, where a faint layer of mist still lingered.

At the entrance to the outer reaches of the Primeval Mountains, Mu Yang had been waiting there for a long time. When he still didn't see Meixia appear, he started practicing basic moves on the spot, his muscles suddenly tensing up.

After a while, Meixia finally arrived late, flying in from afar. Her dark green hair fluttered noisily in the wind, and her simple long robe rustled through the air.

"Senior Brother, I'm here! Look, this is the Crystal Ball I found yesterday. Isn't it pretty?"

Meixia landed on the ground and, seeing that Mu Yang had kept his promise to wait for her, eagerly handed him an orange-red glass ball.

The glass ball was only the size of a fist, entirely smooth and seamless, with a warm orange-red luster. Inside, six bright red stars with gold foil were arranged in a row—very beautiful!

"Hey, what the—!" When Mu Yang got a clear look at the smooth Crystal Ball Meixia was holding out, he felt as if he'd been struck by lightning, frozen in place.

"How did this end up in your hands?" Mu Yang asked hurriedly.

"I found it by the stream yesterday!" Meixia replied smugly, her face lighting up with excitement at seeing her senior brother so flustered.

Hearing her naive answer, Mu Yang's eyes bulged, and he felt utterly thrown off.

Holy crap, what Meixia showed him was actually a Dragon Ball!

Taking the glass ball from Meixia's hand, Mu Yang stared intently at the pattern on it, his eyes practically sparking.

One, two, three, four, five, six—there were six stars inside. It was the Four-Star Ball!

Damn it, I already felt this world was unusual, but I never imagined it would be the Dragon Ball world!!

So that means... I might be a weakling with a power level of five?!

At that moment, Mu Yang's mind raced with thoughts, feeling like the whole world was playing a joke on him.