One Year

"Got it!"

Meixia nodded obediently, but her little nose wrinkled in disapproval. How much of it she had actually taken in was something only the gods knew.

Mu Yang muttered to himself. He knew she had not taken his words to heart, but he could not keep watch over her at all times, so he said nothing more and led Meixia deeper into the Primeval Mountains.

The Primeval Mountains truly deserved their reputation as a forbidden region untouched by human footsteps for countless ages. Before long, the two of them encountered attacks from several other kinds of ferocious beasts, but before the formidable strength of the senior and junior disciples, each one was overcome.

Time flew by, and the stars shifted.

The sun slanted westward, leaving a blood-red afterglow along the horizon.

More than half a day had passed in the blink of an eye. By evening, the forest had grown even darker and more secluded.

After half a day of training, Mu Yang and Meixia emerged from the Primeval Mountains in tattered clothes. Both were starving, and they hurried back to enjoy a hearty dinner.

After dinner, Mu Yang said goodbye to Meixia and returned to his own cabin.

Soaking in the warm pool, he felt as though all the fatigue in his body had been washed away. Only now did he finally have the mind to consider his current situation.

It had now been confirmed that this world was indeed the Dragon Ball world. After the initial shock and disbelief, his heart had gradually calmed down.

"If I went and bought a lottery ticket, I could probably win the jackpot." Mu Yang rested both hands on the edge of the pool and muttered to himself.

He had never imagined that he would transmigrate into the Dragon Ball world. Here, only powerful races had the chance to shine to their heart's content. Ordinary races did not even qualify to serve as the green leaves that set off the flowers. The order of the Dragon Ball world could be summed up in one phrase: strength ruled all, and the strong were kings.

Saiyans, Namekians, the Frieza Clan, Majin Buu... which one of them was not a ruthless existence capable of destroying heaven and earth?

At the thought, Mu Yang felt a dull ache in his skull.

The only fortunate thing was that the early days of the Dragon Ball world were relatively peaceful. At least before the Saiyans attacked, Earth would not be threatened by powerful enemies from beyond. But as the story progressed, especially in its later stages, all kinds of powerful enemies would emerge one after another. Earth would become like a powder keg, suddenly turning into a place more dangerous than any planet in the universe.

By then, aside from Saiyans with powerful bloodlines, who still had the qualifications to remain active on the battlefield, everyone else—even the early protagonists, elite Earthlings as strong as Krillin and Yamcha—could only helplessly become insignificant bystanders.

Clearly, Mu Yang was now just an ordinary Earthling, with no other bloodline in him.

Could he really only become a supporting character?

To be honest, as a transmigrator, Mu Yang was absolutely unwilling to accept that.

Why am I thinking so much? Who knows how many years remain before the story begins? By then, I might already be seventy or eighty years old. I might not even live to see that day!

Mu Yang came back to his senses and shook his head with a self-mocking smile.

According to the news brought back by Aunt Carl from the martial arts school, technological innovation in the outside cities had only just begun. It was obvious that the advanced age of jet aircraft filling the skies in the original story was still far away. Thinking about all that now was simply too premature.

It would be a joke if the story had not even begun before he died of old age.

Then he would set himself a goal first—live until the story began!

Of course, when Mu Yang said he wanted to live until the story began, he absolutely did not mean barely clinging to life. He meant remaining healthy, with his body in its absolute prime.

Before that, he needed to strengthen his physique and preserve his peak condition. That required the support of great strength.

People like Master Roshi, Master Shen, and Tien Shinhan could remain healthy even after two or three hundred years.

Starting tomorrow, I need to train even more seriously. Since I've come to the Dragon Ball world, and my racial identity has already been fixed and cannot be changed, then I'll accumulate more through time. I refuse to believe Earthlings truly cannot grow stronger.

Mu Yang laid out the first step of his plan.

Fortunately, the Tianxin Style martial arts school he belonged to placed the greatest emphasis on nurturing the body. Though the school's power might not compare to the Kame Style or Crane Style, its inherited methods were precisely what Mu Yang needed most right now. As the Tianxin Style's eldest disciple, he had the right to access its core cultivation methods.

One step at a time. First, I'll lay down a solid foundation. Once I become stronger in the future, I'll explore the other training grounds on Earth.

There were many places to train on Earth: Karin's Holy Land, Five Elements Mountain, and even the Sacred Temple floating high in the sky. Those mysterious places would all be places Mu Yang needed to visit on his path toward the summit.

But for the current Mu Yang, it was still too early to think about so much.

As he thought, the water in the pool gradually turned cold. Mu Yang stepped out, dripping wet, and turned into the bedroom.

The night was slightly cool. On the other side of the Milky Way, the stars flickered with light. Carrying countless thoughts, Mu Yang gradually fell asleep.

The next day, Mu Yang rose early. Before dawn had broken, he began practicing basic stances in the courtyard. Once his muscles gradually began to ache, he knew that continuing would not help and might even injure his body, so he sat down and began pondering matters related to training.

Haste made waste. Mu Yang always remembered what this body had suffered before he awakened.

Time passed like a galloping white horse. In the blink of an eye, a year had gone by.

During this time, Mu Yang trained steadily according to his teacher Aisafu's guidance. His physical strength continually improved, and after a year, Mu Yang was now fourteen years old. It was also the golden period of physical development.

Now fourteen years old, Mu Yang looked taller and straighter than others his age thanks to sufficient training and nutrition. Though he still could not be considered particularly muscular, every muscle in his body contained astonishing explosive power.

His strength had nearly doubled compared to a year ago.

Even his teacher Aisafu praised him repeatedly, believing that Mu Yang might reach the rare upper realm of their school.

But even with his greatly increased strength, Mu Yang remained just as humble.

He had no choice but to be humble. What did this little strength of his amount to? His Battle Power was only a rough estimate of thirty or so. A true powerhouse could wipe him out with a single breath.

Son Goku had a Battle Power of 120 when he was twelve. Even if Mu Yang did not compare himself to Son Goku, Krillin had a Battle Power of 113 at the same age. Compared to them, he truly felt there was nothing to be proud of.

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