Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 451 Six Dragon Balls
The vault door shattered like paper under Longzhu Fangyu's fist, metal fragments flew everywhere, and the alarm blared sharply, but no one dared to move.

Fang Yu strode in, and the six orange Dragon Balls emitted a soft glow in the specially made display case.

"One, two, three," Fang Yu counted the Dragon Balls, a smile gradually spreading across his face. "Good! There are six in total!"

He turned to look at General Rhett, who was huddled in the corner, desperately trying to hide behind his adjutant, his obese body twisting comically.

"General." Fang Yu's voice was soft, yet it seemed to drop the temperature of the entire room. "I remember saying I wanted seven."

General Rhett's forehead was beaded with sweat, and he stammered, "Sir, we really did our best! We searched the entire eastern region, but the four planets seem to have vanished into thin air!"

Fang Yu narrowed his eyes, suddenly realizing something.

"The Four-Star Planet," Fang Yu murmured to himself, "Gohan's Four-Star Planet relic."

Bulma looked up, a knowing glint in her eyes: "You mean, Goku still has a four-star item?"

“That’s right.” Fang Yu nodded. “That was his grandfather Gohan’s keepsake. After Oolong made his wish last time, he must have found the four-star ball again and carried it with him.”

General Rhett, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes! Our men reported that a little devil with a tail injured several soldiers! It must be him!"

Fang Yu ignored the general's incessant chatter. He waved his hand, put the six Dragon Balls into the Capsule, turned around and walked out, with Bulma jogging after him.

"Wait for me!" she called out. "Do you know where Wukong is?"

Fang Yu stopped and turned to look at her: "You have the Dragon Ball Radar, don't you?"

Bulma proudly waved the device in her hand: "So you need my help?"

"Lend it to me and I'll find Wukong." Fang Yu held up his index finger. "Lend it to me, and I'll give you a handsome guy in return."

Bulma pouted, "Deal, but," she winked slyly, "he has to be handsome!"

Fang Yu shook his head helplessly and reached out to take the Dragon Ball Radar.

On the screen, six dots of light are clustered at their location, while a seventh dot is flashing in the far southwest.

"What's to the southwest again? Never mind, let's take a look first," Fang Yu muttered, handing the radar back to Bulma. "Help me navigate."

As the two left the Red Ribbon Army headquarters, General Rhett bowed and saw them off, his face full of fawning smiles: "Take care, sir! Welcome to visit again!"

Fang Yu raised his middle finger without turning his head.

Ten minutes later, Bulma's private aircraft streaked across the azure sky.

Fang Yu sat in the passenger seat, gazing at the islands and ocean rushing past below.

“So,” Bulma broke the silence, “what is your wish?”

"A simple little wish," Fang Yu replied, "very, very small."

Bulma raised an eyebrow: "How small? Are you looking for a beautiful woman?"

Fang Yu chuckled softly, remaining silent.

The aircraft quickly approached a small island, where the only building was a whimsical-looking hut.
"Isn't this Master Roshi's house?" Bulma covered her mouth.

Fang Yu shrugged. "Looks like we don't need to go through the trouble of traveling."

The aircraft landed on the beach, and the two walked towards the room.

Before he even reached the door, Fang Yu heard strange noises coming from inside.
That is
The sound of a blockbuster movie?

He peered through the crack in the door.

Sure enough, Master Roshi and the others were engrossed in watching the television, not even noticing the loud noise from the flying machine. They were completely absorbed, even more so than when they were under a magic spell.

Hearing the strange noise coming from inside the door, Bulma's cheeks flushed slightly, and she awkwardly tugged at Fang Yu's sleeve: "Hey, what's that sound coming from inside?"

Fang Yu listened intently, his lips twitching slightly, but he turned back without changing his expression and said, "Oh, Master Roshi is training. We're not in a hurry." Bulma narrowed her eyes suspiciously: "Training? This doesn't sound like push-ups."

Fang Yu nodded seriously: "It might be some kind of ancient Turtle Hermitage secret technique. You know, the cultivation method is quite special."

Bulma was skeptical, but out of politeness, she didn't ask any more questions and could only wait patiently with her arms crossed.

Time ticked by, and the sea breeze on the beach was almost blowing away her patience.

More than an hour later, Bulma finally lost her temper and kicked the door of Master Roshi's house: "Old man! Open the door! If you don't open the door, I'll blow up this lousy house!"

A flurry of activity came from inside the room, and the television suddenly stopped.

A few seconds later, the door slowly opened a crack, and Master Roshi bent over and poked his head out, his old face flushed and beads of sweat still on his forehead. He gave a shy, dry laugh: "Ahaha, young man, what brings you here all of a sudden?"

Fang Yu couldn't help but remark, "The old man is truly vigorous for his age."

Master Roshi scratched his bald head, feigning modesty: "Oh, not at all, just cultivating my mind and body."

His gaze swept over Fang Yu, and his eyes suddenly widened. "You brat! What are you doing back here? Is there no one in the world who can teach you 'qi'? I told you so! With your meager talent..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Yu suddenly raised his hand, a wisp of crimson light condensing at his fingertips, and pointed it at the distant sea, softly shouting: "Dongdong Wave!"

"Chirp—!"

A blinding red light pierced through the air in an instant, blasting a huge column of water up from the sea surface!

Master Roshi's jaw dropped to the ground, his sunglasses sliding down to the tip of his nose: "What?! Hole-Hole Wave?! Where did you learn that?!"

Fang Yu withdrew his hand and looked at him with a smile: "The Crane Immortal School, how about it? Can we have a proper talk now?"

Master Roshi frantically picked up his chin, stammering, "No, impossible! How could that stingy old man Tsuru teach you? How much money did you give him?!"

Fang Yu shrugged: "Money isn't the problem, the problem is!" His eyes suddenly turned serious, "I can sense 'qi' now, Master! So, can you teach me the Kamehameha?"

Master Roshi opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word for a long time. Finally, he reluctantly stepped aside to let the door open: "Come in, brat."

Bulma covered her mouth and muttered under her breath, "What's that smell in this room?"

The two sat down on the sofa, and Master Roshi brought over two cups of tea.

Bulma had just taken a sip of water from her teacup when she suddenly noticed Fang Yu sitting upright to the side without offering her any tea. Puzzled, she tilted her head, only to hear Fang Yu mutter under his breath, "He didn't wash his hands!"

"puff!"

Bulma spat out a mouthful of water, which landed right in Master Roshi's face.

Master Roshi may look reluctant, but he's secretly overjoyed!

What's the difference between this and fine wine?! Hahahaha!
Fang Yu interrupted Master Roshi's blushing daydream.

"Teacher, we detected with the Dragon Ball Radar that the last four-star Dragon Ball is with you."

"Oh right! Goku came back a few days ago, dropped off his things, and left, saying he was going to Korin Tower to train."

"Is that so?" Fang Yu frowned. "Then it seems that it would be impolite for me to ask you directly. I will have to go to Korin Tower to find Goku and get his permission."

Master Roshi nodded. "That's right. By the way, what do you want with the Dragon Balls? Let me tell you, the Dragon Balls aren't easy to collect. Back in my day..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Yu popped out the All-Powerful Capsule, scattering six Dragon Balls all over the table.

"This! This!"

"Tell me the location of Kalin Tower, Little Swordsman, no, Turtle Teacher."

(End of this chapter)