Three Water Jars

"More than ten thousand Senzu Beans!"

Watching Korin pour several thousand Senzu Beans into another clay jar, Mu Yang felt his lips go dry and his eyes shine brightly. At that moment, he was like a destitute pauper who had suddenly stumbled upon a room full of gold, his gaze burning with desire.

Mu Yang swallowed and tremblingly accepted the clay jar full of Senzu Beans from Korin.

Senzu Beans had not shown much value in the early days of Dragon Ball, serving only as food to stave off hunger. But later on, they were genuine lifesaving treasures. Not only could they rapidly restore stamina, they could instantly heal all manner of injuries. Yajirobe had not yet squandered the Senzu Beans at this time, and Mu Yang pocketed most of them.

"I'll eat one and see what it's like."

Mu Yang took a shriveled bean from the clay jar and tossed it into his mouth, chewing it up.

With a crisp crack, it was dry and truly tasteless. But the next instant, a rich surge of vitality suddenly filled his mouth, then flowed throughout his entire body. As that warmth spread, Mu Yang's mental state instantly returned to its peak.

What a treasure. These were all lifesaving treasures!

Mu Yang's eyes gleamed as he praised them again and again.

He carefully set down the clay jar, covered it with its lid, and put it away as cautiously as though it were a sacred relic bestowed by the gods. Every one of these ten thousand-plus Senzu Beans had to be used wisely, at the critical moment.

"Ah, those several thousand Senzu Beans Korin has are going to waste too. Sooner or later, Yajirobe will squander them." Mu Yang's greed grew by the inch, and he even wanted to get his hands on the several thousand Senzu Beans Korin had reserved. In the end, though, he gave up. "Forget it. Getting most of them was already no easy feat. Nothing can be perfect."

With that thought, Mu Yang felt considerably better. Then he noticed the three large water jars set beside him. The three jars stood apart from one another, separated from the other jars in the corner.

"Karin the Immortal, why are those water jars placed so far apart?"

He vaguely guessed what those jars were for. Supposedly, the three jars could reveal the past, present, and future respectively.

"Oh, those are tools I use to observe the lower world. The energy in these three water jars is connected to the Crystal Ball upstairs. They are divine artifacts passed down from ancient times." Korin swayed his plump body and lifted the lid from one of the water jars, revealing clear, tranquil spring water.

"Oh." Mu Yang stepped forward with interest and looked into the pool of clear spring water.

He did not know that when the water from the three jars was mixed together, it had another name he knew well.

That was—Super Divine Water!

Super Divine Water could draw out the potential within the human body, but it was also highly poisonous. If the body did not possess enough potential to be awakened, the Super Divine Water would drain its life force and poison the drinker to death. Rumor had it that fourteen powerful Earthlings had once drunk it, yet not one had survived.

Thus, Mu Yang kept his distance from Super Divine Water. It was not something he was blessed enough to enjoy.

Just as Mu Yang was studying the water jar, ripples suddenly spread across the spring water, and a strange scene appeared before his eyes.

It was a bright, pleasant day. A little girl with dark green hair and a black-haired boy appeared in the scene, earnestly sparring with each other. Their faces were already covered in glistening beads of sweat. Mu Yang recognized it as a scene from when he and Meixia were children. So this jar represented the past.

He then lifted the lid of the middle jar and saw a different scene.

In the Da Qingshan Mountains, Alice was cooking in the kitchen, while Aisafu sat in the living room reading a newspaper. This represented the present.

When he lifted the lid of the final jar, the scene that appeared was different again.

It was a huge venue packed with a surging crowd, lively beyond compare. It looked as though a competition was taking place. On the arena stage stood a man and a woman. Mu Yang recognized the man as himself. He cut an imposing figure, dignified yet refined, and his features were far more mature than they were now, though it probably was not many years into the future.

Standing opposite him was a woman with waist-length black hair. Her figure was well-proportioned, and her face was somewhat blurry. Judging from her graceful curves, she appeared to be in her twenties and carried an unusual aura. What especially caught Mu Yang's attention were the black-haired woman's clear eyes, as limpid as spring water...

The two were fighting at that moment. The black-haired woman looked valiant as she continuously attacked the future Mu Yang.

This should have been a scene from the future. It appeared that Mu Yang was competing against someone.

Then the scene suddenly changed. The previous image vanished, replaced by a deep starry sky.

It was another battle scene, but this time, the opponent was an eleven- or twelve-year-old girl.

The girl also had black hair, and her opponent was also Mu Yang. She wore an innocent, charming expression, but her eyes brimmed with lofty arrogance. Then she gave a delicate shout, and a brilliant gleam flashed in her golden eyes. Yet her opponent was no simple foe, and she never gained the upper hand.

Mu Yang frowned as he watched the scenes from the future. They were utterly baffling. What astonished him was that he could not even see how either side made their moves. From these scenes, Mu Yang felt that his future self was rather formidable.

He asked, "Karin the Immortal, what exactly do these scenes from the future mean?"

Korin licked his palm and said, "They do not mean anything. No one can say for certain what the future holds, and this jar only presents one possible outcome. Besides, each person sees different scenes when they look into it, so there is no need to care about it."

"Uh..." Since he could not figure it out, Mu Yang chose not to dwell on it. He would not trouble himself over nothing. Still, broadly speaking, he had seen things that seemed favorable to him.