As soon as Wumu received his prize money, he ran over to Uncle Malo and gave it all to him.
"Wumu, what are you doing?"
Uncle Malo stared at the prize money in his hands in surprise and asked in confusion.
Wumu took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with longing and determination to grow stronger. At this stage, to train using the methods of the Dragon Balls world, he needed to climb Korin Tower.
"Uncle Malo, thank you for looking after me these past five years. I'm not planning to go back. I now know exactly where my strength stands, and I need more experience. I plan to seek out the legendary immortal."
Uncle Malo accepted the prize money, his expression complicated.
He knew Wumu was a man of ambition, but he had never expected him to decide to seek out the legendary immortal.
This decision meant Wumu would embark on a journey filled with unknowns and danger.
"Wumu, the road to finding an immortal is full of hardship and danger. Are you truly ready?"
Uncle Malo asked, worry weighing on him.
Wumu nodded firmly.
"I'm ready. No matter how many difficulties lie ahead, I won't back down."
"All these years, I've been training for this. I think it's time to put my dream into practice."
Uncle Malo fell silent for a while, then finally sighed.
"Since you've already decided, I can't keep standing in your way."
"But you should keep this prize money. It's a long road, and you'll need this money to make sure your journey goes smoothly."
Wumu shook his head.
"Uncle Malo, this money isn't essential to me."
"I hope you'll use it to take good care of yourself. As for me, I'll earn everything I need along the way through my own efforts."
Looking into Wumu's resolute eyes, Uncle Malo knew he could no longer say anything to stop him.
He gave Wumu a long look and could only sigh in the end.
"All right. Since your mind is made up, all I can do is wish you fair winds and smooth sailing. Remember, no matter what difficulties you face, don't give up. Hold on to your dream. If you ever want to come back, remember that this will always be your home."
"Big Brother Wumu, remember to come back and visit me..."
Yalijia looked at Wumu with tears glistening in her eyes.
"Thank you for taking care of me all these years, Uncle. I'll remember your words. I won't give up easily."
Wumu nodded, then looked at Yalijia.
"Yalijia, I'll remember. Be good and listen to Uncle Malo."
After saying goodbye to Uncle Malo and his family, Wumu headed toward Son Goku.
By then, Master Roshi had removed his disguise and reunited with Son Goku and the others. Faced with their questioning and the doubts voiced by Son Goku and the others, he casually made up an excuse to brush them off.
Wumu slowly approached Son Goku, who looked as confident and optimistic as ever.
"Goku, now that the World Martial Arts Tournament is over, what are your plans?"
Wumu asked tentatively.
Son Goku turned his head and flashed his signature smile.
"Hehe, I'm going to look for the keepsake my grandpa left behind. After that, I think I'll keep training. After all, there are still plenty of powerful opponents out in the world. I can't just stop here and quit improving."
Wumu nodded. He understood Son Goku's never-satisfied fighting spirit.
Just then, Master Roshi walked over, his eyes seeming to hold a hint of something else.
"Oh? What are you two talking about?" Master Roshi asked with feigned casualness.
Son Goku immediately answered, "Grandpa Roshi, I'm thinking about my training plans after the World Martial Arts Tournament."
Master Roshi gently stroked his beard and said earnestly, "Training is certainly important. But there are many other things in this world worth learning. Still, Goku, don't you think relaxing now and then and enjoying life is necessary too?"
Son Goku scratched his head and smiled.
"Hehe... I just think training is really fun."
Listening beside them, Wumu could not help marveling inwardly.
Son Goku's love of and dedication to training commanded admiration.
He had been part of the reason Wumu had wanted to attend a martial arts school in his previous life.
He suddenly posed a question.
"Master Roshi, do you know where Master Korin is? I heard you received guidance from him when you were young."
Master Roshi pointed in a direction.
"Master Korin lives atop Korin Tower, which rises high into the clouds. A guardian watches over the place."
"If you want to meet Master Korin, you'll have to climb Korin Tower yourself. Head in this direction, and you'll see the tower."
Wumu looked in the direction Master Roshi had indicated, then said goodbye to him.
"Master Roshi, thank you for your guidance during our match. If you ever need anything from me, just let me know."
"Goodbye, Goku. I look forward to our next match." Wumu looked at Goku, then turned toward Yamcha and the others and nodded.
After leaving the World Martial Arts Tournament grounds, Wumu embarked on his journey to Korin Tower.
Along the way, Wumu reflected on his growth. He had made a breakthrough during his match with Master Roshi and looked forward to improving further under Master Korin's guidance.
Afterward, he planned to continue searching for the Dragon Balls and fulfill his wish.
Wumu set out on his journey to Korin Tower, his heart full of anticipation for the future and reflection on the past.
He thought that although this World Martial Arts Tournament had ended, it was a new beginning for him.
He hoped that under Master Korin's guidance, he could adapt National Martial Arts to this world.
Just then, Wumu suddenly heard a faint cry for help.
He immediately grew alert and looked around, trying to find where the voice had come from.
Not far away, he spotted a little boy who seemed to have climbed a tree to chase a bird but was now too afraid to come down.
Wumu walked over and asked gently:
"Little guy, what's your name? Why did you climb up that tree?"
The little boy looked at Wumu fearfully and stammered:
"I-I'm Xiao Jie. I saw a beautiful bird land in the tree, so I wanted to climb up and take a look. But now I can't get down."
Wumu smiled and reassured him:
"Don't be afraid, Xiao Jie. I'll help you down." With that, Wumu leaped easily into the tree, carefully gathered Xiao Jie into his arms, and jumped back down.
Standing safely on the ground, Xiao Jie said excitedly:
"Thank you, big brother! You're really amazing!"
Wumu patted Xiao Jie's head and said with a smile:
"Xiao Jie, don't go climbing trees so carelessly again. If you're in danger, ask an adult for help right away."
Xiao Jie nodded, his eyes shining with admiration for Wumu.
"Big brother, where are you going?"
Wumu gazed into the distance, a trace of resolve flashing in his eyes.
"I'm going to Korin Tower to find Master Korin and continue my training."
Xiao Jie asked curiously:
"What kind of place is Korin Tower? Who's Master Korin?"
Wumu explained with a smile:
"Korin Tower is a tower that rises high into the clouds, and Master Korin is an incredibly powerful martial artist. I hope to receive his guidance and become stronger."
Xiao Jie listened, dumbstruck. He had never heard of such a wondrous place or person.
"Big brother, keep at it! I believe you can get stronger!"
Wumu smiled gently and nodded.
"Thank you, Xiao Jie. I will. I need to get back on the road now. Be good and go home, and don't climb any more trees."
After saying goodbye to Xiao Jie, Wumu continued his journey to Korin Tower.
His heart was full of hope for the future and eagerness to train.
He knew that although the road ahead was full of challenges, as long as he persevered, he would one day realize his dream.