Chapter 51: The Astonishing Transformation Technique
Before Son Goku could make a move—with his usual lack of restraint—Franklin directly slapped Woolong unconscious and grabbed him. Then he carefully observed as the creature, once a massive, flesh-and-blood monster, began to shrink. Bit by bit, its entire body compressed until it became a small, one-meter-tall white-skinned pigman.
After watching the whole process, Franklin was utterly shocked. His own cultivation methods always obeyed the fundamental law of conservation of matter, yet Woolong's transformation technique completely defied it.
He infused spiritual energy into his eyes, activating the Eye of True Sight instantly.
Name: Oolong (Woolong)
Age: 9 / 64
Race: Beastman
Bloodline: Pigman Bloodline
Physical Cultivation: Mortal
Spiritual Cultivation: Qi Refining Stage, Level 5
Mental Cultivation: Mortal
Technique: Qi Refining Art (First Five Levels)
Spell: Transformation Technique
Talent: None
Overall Power Level: 2
Seeing only this basic information, Franklin shook his head helplessly. This wasn't what he wanted. He wanted something far more detailed—specifically, the cultivation method behind that transformation spell.
In his consciousness, the Dimensional Heavenly Tome unfolded. With a flick of his thought, the information on the Eye of True Sight appeared.
Eye of True Sight (White · Rare) (Upgradeable)
Growth: 85 / 100
Usage: Infuse spiritual energy into both eyes and select a target creature or object to investigate. Consumes a large amount of spiritual energy. Cannot probe targets above the user's cultivation level, or there is a risk of backlash.
Insight into All Things: As long as spiritual energy is sufficient, it can perceive all living beings and objects.
Franklin hadn't originally planned to take Oolong with him, but now he had no choice. This transformation technique was too unusual—he had to figure it out, as it might become important in the future.
When the villagers saw the giant monster defeated and shrinking into a childlike pigman, they quickly gathered around.
"Kill him!"
"He's already dead!"
"Then kill him again!"
"I want revenge!"
Hearing the noisy crowd, Franklin hurriedly stopped them.
"Everyone, calm down. This guy isn't dead yet. Let's make him take us to rescue the kidnapped girls first—then we can decide what to do with him."
Franklin's strength was still fresh in everyone's minds, so the villagers fell silent at once. The old woman who held the Dragon Ball stepped forward and handed it to Franklin.
"Young man, this is your promised reward. Wake Woolong up and have him lead us to the girls he took. After that, you can deal with him however you like—just make sure he never comes back to the village."
Everyone agreed with this, and Franklin nodded slightly—it suited him perfectly.
He formed a quick hand seal, and water-type spiritual energy surged forth, splashing a large ball of water onto Oolong's face. Oolong woke up instantly. Seeing himself surrounded, he tried to transform to scare them, but before he could even begin circulating his spiritual energy, Franklin flicked him sharply on the forehead.
"Try anything funny again, and we'll have roast white pig for dinner. Now, where are the girls you kidnapped? Lead the way!"
Meeting Franklin's cold, piercing gaze—and the terrifying flames gathering in his palm—Oolong shuddered. Along the way, he tried several times to run, but each attempt was noticed by Franklin and stopped with another flick to the head.
When they arrived at Oolong's lair, Franklin was rendered speechless at the sight. The supposedly abducted girls were dressed like wealthy ladies. He had expected tearful reunions, but instead—none of the girls had been harmed at all. In fact, they had grown accustomed to a life of luxury and didn't want to go back to farming. That was why they had stayed with Oolong.
As it turned out, Oolong had extorted money only under the girls' encouragement. His continued kidnappings were simply him trying to "find a frugal girl."
When the farce ended, the villagers took their daughters and their belongings and returned home. Franklin grabbed Oolong and got into the capsule car they had bought earlier.
Sitting in the back with Goku, Oolong looked utterly miserable. No matter how many times he tried to transform, Franklin could always see through him instantly. With no way to escape, Oolong resigned himself to his fate.
After multiple demonstrations of Oolong's Transformation Technique, Franklin had already observed the flow pattern of the spiritual energy within his body. When he tried to circulate his own energy the same way, however, he felt no sign of transformation—only the sensation of spiritual energy backflowing and his meridians becoming chaotic.
"Where are you taking me?" Oolong finally asked.
Franklin didn't hide anything. "We're taking you away from the village. I also want to know where you learned your strange transformation technique and how you mastered it."
Hearing such a simple request, Oolong's eyes lit up. "If I tell you, will you let me go?"
Franklin shook his head slightly, showing an apologetic smile. "You don't seem to learn your lesson. If I let you go now, you might come back. To prevent that, I'll take you far away first. Once we're far enough, I'll let you go. By then, you can go wherever you want—I won't be able to interfere, even if I wanted to."
"Then forget it! I'm not telling you the transformation method!"
Knowing that Oolong was just a nine-year-old perverted brat, Franklin didn't bother arguing. He wasn't desperate to learn the technique right now, so it didn't matter.
The car sped on, racing toward a vast desert. According to the map, the three humans and one pig were now in northeastern Africa.
"Bulma, where's the next Dragon Ball?"
She checked the car's satellite map and compared it to the Dragon Radar. After a long moment, Bulma finally said, "It's only approximate, but from what I can tell, the sixth Dragon Ball should be somewhere near Fire Mountain."
At that, Oolong instantly panicked. As the car sped at 200 km/h, he tried to transform into a bird and leap out, but Franklin flicked a pebble that struck his forehead, raising a bump and forcing him back into his seat.
"What's the big deal about Fire Mountain? Why are you so terrified? Don't tell me there's someone scarier than me there."
Thinking of Franklin's terrifying strength and cooking skills along the way, Oolong calmed down a little.
"Sorry… It's just that Fire Mountain is guarded by the Ox Demon King. He's ruthless—many people who've gone there never returned. That's why I got scared."
Hearing that, Franklin connected the dots. Fire Mountain—Ox Demon King. If he remembered correctly, Goku's future wife, Chi-Chi, was the Ox Demon King's daughter.
"It's fine. If it really is the Ox Demon King, there's nothing to worry about. The one sitting beside you, Son Goku, is the grandson of his master's senior brother. When they meet, they won't be enemies."
Hearing this, Oolong relaxed considerably. The pig who had been looking down on Goku just moments ago now turned sycophantic, leaning toward him—only for Goku to push him away.
"Brother Franklin, you left a long time ago, right? How do you know all these things I've never even heard of? Grandpa never told me any of this."
Franklin kept his usual calm smile. "I found this out on my own. Even though Grandpa Gohan chose to live in seclusion, this sort of information isn't exactly secret. Gohan's master and the Ox Demon King's master are the same person—the Turtle Hermit, also known as Master Roshi. I forgot to tell you earlier; hope you don't mind."
Goku shook his head. "Not at all. I just think it's amazing. I never expected we'd meet so many surprising people on this journey…"
Just then, a long blade dropped from the sky—embedding itself into the hood of their speeding car. Traveling at two hundred kilometers per hour, the vehicle instantly lost control.
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