In the deep blue sea, Wumu and Ganazi wrapped themselves tightly with air, as if they were two pearls floating freely in the deep sea.
They wandered in this unknown water, stirring up a string of bubbles every time they moved their hands and feet.
Ganazi's eyes suddenly froze. He pointed at a blurry shadow in front of him, his eyes shining with the light of discovering a new continent.
He turned to Wumu, with a hint of excitement and expectation in his voice. "Sir Wumu, there is a broken ship there, could it be the treasure we are looking for?"
Wumu's eyes immediately became sharp, and he responded in a deep voice, "Let's go over and have a look."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took the lead in cutting through the waves and swam toward the dark shadow, followed closely by Ganazi.
When they came to the dilapidated ship, Wumu's eyes swept over the damage on the ship's board and the remaining flags.
It was a worn-out skull pirate flag, as if telling the story of its past glory and present desolation.
Wumu raised a smile on his lips and murmured, "It seems we have found the right place. This should be where the pirate treasure is."
They continued to explore deeper into the cabin. The light under the water was dim. Wumu and Ganazi could only rely on the light emitted by the energy balls in their hands to shuttle through the narrow passage.
Finally, they arrived at the captain's cabin. The interior of the room was sparsely furnished, with a wooden table in the center and a skeleton sitting behind the table. The clothes were rotten and only a few strips of cloth were left hanging on the skeleton.
Obviously, these are the remains of the captain, and his last glory was to guard these treasures. Next to them, three large wooden boxes were half open. The boxes had decayed, and jewelry and gold spilled from the gaps, shining with an alluring light.
Ganazi's breathing became rapid. He cautiously approached Wumu and asked in a low voice, "Master Wumu, how are you going to transport these treasures? The wooden boxes fall apart as soon as they are touched."
Wumu was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his right hand, and silver-white light emanated from the palm, like bright stars.
He waved his hand gently, and the three wooden boxes were instantly wrapped in silver light, slowly floated, and then came to rest in front of Wumu.
"Let's go, we've got the treasure." Wumu turned around and swam outside with a trace of unquestionable calmness.
Ganazi was still surprised by Wumu's methods. He touched his head and blinked. "This is okay..."
Then he followed Wumu and swam to the sea together.
The two of them broke through the water like arrows and were suspended in the air for an instant. The water droplets sparkled in the sun, as if the air around them came alive.
Wumu, with a tall figure and a bright gaze, flew towards the small island not far away. His figure crossed the sky, leaving an almost invisible trace. When he reached the center of the island, he stopped, suspended in the air, and scanned the surroundings sharply.
"Ganazi, go down and take a look to see if there is anything that can be used to store these treasures." Wumu's voice was firm and powerful, and his hand pointed to the three wooden boxes floating next to it.
Ganazi nodded slightly, and slowly landed on the island from the air as light as a feather.
His landing was as silent as a light cat, not disturbing even a fallen leaf.
The island is surrounded by dense trees and full of greenery. The footsteps of Ganazi are particularly abrupt in this peaceful world.
His eyes scanned the surroundings, as sharp as a hawk, trying to find any possible clues or usable things in this unknown land.
However, the initial exploration did not go as he expected. He frowned slightly, feeling a little frustrated. But he did not give up, but continued to go deep into the island with a firm pace.
As he went deeper, a pair of scarlet eyes shone in the grass, staring closely at the back of Ganazi.
These eyes belong to a huge wild creature on the island. It quietly observes this uninvited guest and is ready to take action when necessary.
Ganazi felt an unusual aura permeating the air. He slowed down his pace keenly, pretending to be nonchalant on the surface, but he was already alert in his heart.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the treetops, bringing with it an almost imperceptible low roar. Ganazi turned around instantly and saw a huge lion rushing toward him like an arrow.
He quickly grabbed the lion's front paw and swung it hard. The huge body drew an arc in the air, and then smashed several trees. The lion stood up, shook his head, and continued to charge towards him unyieldingly.
Ganazi Facing this lion, a complex emotion surged in his heart. He was unwilling to use too much power, fearing that he would accidentally turn this creature into ashes.
There was a flash of determination in his eyes. When he spotted the lion, he was already thinking about how to use the creature's fur.
He instantly came to the top of the lion and suppressed it to the ground with one palm. The lion let out an unwilling roar. Ganazi quickly cut off the lion's head with his knife, and the lion's voice suddenly stopped.
Subsequently, Ganazi began to process the lion's body. He carefully peeled off the lion's fur, and then used special energy to heat the fur away so as not to leave any traces.
The sunset on the horizon was as brilliant as blood. Ganazi found a few tough vines in the afterglow of the setting sun.
His hands were as dexterous as beating flames, weaving the vines into ropes, and then connecting the lion's furs one by one to create a leather bag that was both rough and practical. The texture of the leather bag was rough and had a wild beauty, as if he could still feel the majesty and power of the lion when he was alive.
Ganazi stroked the newly completed leather bag, with a glimmer of satisfaction and worry in his eyes.
He whispered to himself, "This should be okay, right?"
Then he looked up to the sky and called loudly, "Wumu Master, I got a leather bag."
Soon, a gust of wind blew up, and Wumu's figure descended from the clouds and slowly landed on the ground. His eyes first fell on the huge leather bag, and then turned to the furless lion corpse.
"Well, good job." Wumu's voice was empty and indifferent, but his words were full of affirmation.
As his words fell, Wumu waved his arm lightly, and the three wooden boxes around him seemed to have suffered an invisible force and shattered instantly.
Gold, silver and jewelry were scattered like waterfalls, and each treasure shone with dazzling light under the setting sun, scattering around the world like illuminated stars.
Wumu waved his palm again, and a silver-white energy surged out of his hand. It was as flexible as a living vine, accurately picking up the treasures on the ground one by one, and gently putting them into the leather bag next to him.
Ganazi stood aside, his eyes closely following every movement until the last treasure lay safely in the leather bag.
He then tied the mouth of the bag tightly with rough vines, then carried the heavy leather bag on his shoulders, feeling the weight of the treasure inside.
"Let's go, now it's time to see the king and talk to him about establishing a martial arts gym." Wumu's voice was as calm as water.
Ganazi just nodded, a little confused in his heart. He didn't know whether the king's approval was needed to establish a martial arts gym on earth. But he knew that it was just right to follow Wumu.
The figures of the two people gradually rose into the sky and flew in the direction of the Kesru Royal Palace.
During the flight, Wumu's mind was elsewhere.
He hopes that the king can help promote the martial arts school, not to establish any power, but just to make some money through his own abilities in return for Uncle Malo who has always supported him.
In this era dominated by technology giant Bulma Family, ordinary people's inventions are almost ignored.
Wumu, on the other hand, can only find a livelihood by opening a martial arts gym and using his attainments in martial arts.
Moreover, he does not intend to give too much guidance personally. With Goku and other friends here, the teaching of martial arts skills and combat experience is more than enough.
Wumu's eyes flashed with a hint of wit and foresight. He knew that in the original book, Goku and they would not make any money. Letting them come to work in the martial arts gym would help them improve their lives and bring fame and customers to his martial arts gym.
"Well! This is a win-win situation." Wumu said to himself, with a satisfied smile on his face.