Chapter 106: Myth and legends

It's perfectly normal for the Ox-King, a rough, brute-like bandit leader, to forget what treasures are stored in his treasure vault, especially when it comes to small, elusive items like the Dragon Balls.

Yamiru had only asked casually.

However, the Ox-Lady responded, "I think I've seen the kind of orb you're talking about… Is it some kind of jewelry? I haven't seen it in any magazines."

The Ox-Lady, with her classical Eastern style, holding a fashion magazine... Yamiru felt a moment of dissonance in the scene. He then said, "It's not really precious jewelry. I came across a legend in some extracurricular reading. It says that if you collect many of these orbs, you can make a wish."

"Making a wish? That's just a very common legend, isn't it?" the Ox-Lady laughed. "If it were true, my wish would be for our family to always be safe and sound."

The Ox-King grumbled, "Then don't bother with those useless orbs. Isn't it safer that way? Causing trouble brings unnecessary problems."

Yamiru chuckled, "Uncle Ox, truly wise... cough! Uncle Ox, you're spot on."

The Ox-King proudly gulped down a large bowl of strong liquor. The Ox-Lady covered her mouth and lightly laughed.

The three of them chatted happily.

First, the Ox-King and his wife lived a secluded life on Coolview Mountain, so they were bound to get bored at times. Secondly, Yamiru's manners and eloquence were beyond his apparent age, which made the couple unknowingly overlook his youth and see him more like an old friend. Furthermore, Yamiru's ambition to be accepted as a disciple of the Ox-King's senior made them feel a natural sense of closeness toward him.

As night deepened, the castle halfway up Coolview Mountain lit up like day, hosting a lively banquet.

The former bandits, thieves, and criminals who had coveted the castle's treasures and were now reduced to servants of the castle, busily moved between the tables, carrying large plates nearly as tall as themselves. If they were slow in their work, they were met with the fierce glare of the Ox-King's sharp eyes, which frightened them so much they nearly wet themselves. Meanwhile, the young black-haired boy, who was clearly a newcomer, had already become incredibly close to the Ox-King and his wife within just half a day. It was no wonder the lowly servants couldn't help but feel envious and resentful.

Could the great fire of Fire Mountain be the work of these treacherous servants?

Yamiru ate happily, and after drinking a few pots of wine with the Ox-King, he drunkenly muttered, "Uncle Ox… Fire prevention and disaster prevention, it's everyone's responsibility… hic..."

Yamiru, realizing that his mind was no longer under control, worried that he might say something inappropriate. So, he decided to let go completely, allowing the alcohol to numb his senses. After mumbling something about "fire prevention and disaster prevention" that seemed nonsensical to the Ox-King and his wife, he collapsed onto the banquet table and fell into a deep sleep.

"It's all your fault! He's just a child! Why did you let him drink?" the Ox-Lady scolded her husband.

The Ox-King, already red-faced from the alcohol, laughed heartily for a moment before grabbing a massive roasted dinosaur leg—bigger than Yamiru himself—and sprawled out, falling asleep.

"Always so muddled..." The Ox-Lady sighed, "But I'm the one who's really muddled, marrying you!" She flicked her fingers at her husband's iron head. Then, she clapped her hands to call for servants to clean up the banquet and carry the two men to their rooms, where they were washed and taken care of.

After a busy day, the Ox-Lady had finished her bath, wrapped herself in a towel, and sat under the lamp, flipping through a book.

"A daughter? It wouldn't be bad to have a daughter..." she murmured to herself, glancing at her husband on the large bed behind her. She stared at the two horns on either side of his head.

When the Ox-King appeared in front of others, he would always wear a hat, even if he wasn't wearing his steel helmet. Only his wife could see the horns growing directly from his skull. This was a habit he developed during his rebellious years when he used to tell others that the horns on his head weren't real but just decorations.

"How silly, so what if you're a bull?" The Ox-Lady shook her head and continued reading. "But the fertility issue between ordinary humans and animal-like humans... There are couples who can conceive normally, but there are also cases of lifelong infertility..." Her finger traced over the words in her book about the origin legends of animal-like and demon-like humans. "Thousands of years ago, the gates of hell opened, and the scent of evil spirits polluted the earth... The gates of hell were eventually closed, but tje descendants of the evil spirits remained in the human world, forming the later generations of animal-like and monster-like humans..."

"Hell? Evil spirits?" The Ox-Lady didn't believe in such supernatural things, so she closed the book with a disappointed sigh, laying down beside her husband. She wrapped her arms around his massive body and closed her eyes, murmuring, "We'll have children... and it will definitely be a well-behaved, cute, and strong daughter... She will always be happy, and in the end, she will find her prince charming..."

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When Yamiru woke up, he was dazed for three seconds.

Yamiru's eyes darted back and forth as he surveyed the room of the castle. The golden sunlight streaming through the window bathed his eyes, making his deep brown pupils appear almost transparent, before they shimmered with a golden hue. He suddenly sat up, turned his head to look around, and upon spotting the blurry, massive figure of the Ox-King, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

"I almost thought I'd fallen into the hands of the Red Ribbon Army again... scared the life out of me," Yamiru muttered, relaxing his tense body as he slapped his head and got out of bed. "Why did I have to drink so much yesterday? I hope I didn't say anything I shouldn't have... spoilers or self-roasts are a no-go."

After putting on a fresh set of clothes left by the bed, Yamiru wandered around the giant castle for a while.

If not for his sharp vision, he almost would have gotten lost.

Originally, Yamiru planned to leave the castle today and continue his search for the Paozu Mountain, but the Ox-King was so hospitable, insisting he stay for another couple of days. Yamiru, who also liked the picturesque scenery of Coolview Mountain, especially since every moment was a rare opportunity to see it, agreed shamelessly. He asked the Ox-King what the date was, to which the Ox-King scratched his horns, then called out, "Wife! What's today's date?"

"It's November 10th, why?" came the Ox-Lady's voice from the other room.

"Nothing! Yamiru asked!" The Ox-King's voice was so loud it made Yamiru's head ring.

Upon hearing the exact date, Yamiru calculated in his mind: "I've been so caught up chatting with Tights that I didn't even ask the date... it's already November 10th? The Martial Arts Tournament is on May 7th, which means it's been half a year since I left? Half a year..."

He stood on the half-slope of Coolview Mountain, gazing at the beautiful scenery, and couldn't help but feel a bit dazed. "Most of this half-year... either spent on the lab bench or in a hospital bed or wheelchair..." he thought, a moment of melancholy washing over him. But after a brief pause, he heard the Ox-King calling him from a distance. It turned out the Ox-King, impressed by Yamiru's abilities, wanted to take him to the training field for some sparring.

"Well, I'm also a disciple of the Turtle School. Though I'm not as good as my senior, I can still teach you a thing or two," the Ox-King said, stretching his arms. "If Gohan sees that you've got some basic Turtle School techniques, he'll probably like you even more!"

Yamiru was genuinely touched. "The old bull was a good guy! No wonder fate had arranged for him to have such a beautiful wife and the universe's most impressive son-in-law."

Then, with a sudden charge, the Ox-King rushed forward, sending Yamiru flying.

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