"Dad, how much gravity can you withstand now?”
Early in the morning, Gohan called out to Wukong who was practicing his martial arts and inexplicably asked this question.
Wukong was carrying a rock the size of a small mountain on his shoulder. He was using his fingers to support his body.
" If I remember correctly, it seems to be 30 times gravity. Because I spent most of my time with the North Territory King, I didn't have much time to cultivate alone.”
"I see."
Gohan touched his chin with his hand.
"Dad, I need to talk to Grandpa Turtle Hermit. Let's meet at the Saiyan's landing site at noon.”
"No problem."
Wukong stretched out his finger and made a gesture to indicate that there was no problem.
Gohan slowly flew up and was about to leave.
"Ah, right, there's still some time before noon. Dad, go and find Uncle Raditz. When the time comes, call him along. The three of us are enough for this battle. It doesn't matter if the others arrive at noon.”
Wukong nodded. Indeed, with Clint and the rest's strength, they would not be of much help even if they went there.
The white gas wrapped around Gohan's body and took him to the horizon.
......
The Celestial Turtle House was a house built on a small island in the sea.
He had followed Buma to the Turtle Immortal House before, so Gohan easily found the location of the Turtle Immortal House.
"Grandpa Turtle Hermit!"
Turtle Hermit, who was dressed in a beachwear, took off his sunglasses and took a look.
"It's Gohan, long time no see."
"Long time no see, Grandpa Turtle Hermit. I need your help with something.”
Turtle Hermit sat up slowly, his thin body looking as if a gust of wind could blow him over.
"I didn't expect my old bones to be of help. Tell me, what can I do to help?”
Gohan was stunned. Turtle Hermit seemed to have misunderstood him, but it didn't matter.
"Grandpa Turtle Hermit, please cast a hypnosis spell on me, the kind that can make me extremely angry.”
Turtle Hermit's hand trembled.
"W-what? You came to find me for this?”
Gohan nodded seriously.
"Yes."
Turtle Hermit wiped the sweat off his forehead.
"This is very simple. Leave it to me. Relax your body and stand still.”
Turtle Hermit took a long breath and waved his hands in front of Gohan.
Gohan's eyes moved along with Turtle Hermit's hand, and a sense of dizziness gradually rose in his heart. As Turtle Hermit said, Gohan relaxed his body and did not resist this feeling.
The dizziness became more and more intense. Gohan felt as if he was in the center of a vortex, and his mind was constantly being absorbed and sinking in the vortex.
From the outside world, Turtle Hermit stood in front of Gohan, waving his hands and opening and closing his lips. Gohan's eyes were dazed, as if he had lost his consciousness. His eyes were lifeless.
Gohan felt that he had a very long dream. In the dream, Qiqi, Sun Wukong, Sun Wutian, Long Ying, Tianyu, Bull Demon King... Everyone was killed in front of Gohan, and Gohan could only watch all of this happen. He could not stop it at all. He knew that everything in front of him was an illusion, but
Standing in front of the Turtle Hermit, a layer of red flames suddenly emerged from Gohan's body, and a surging momentum gushed out from his body.
"Ah, what?!"
Under this powerful aura, Turtle Hermit was sent flying. He had to grab onto the wall of the house in the air to barely maintain his body.
"Gohan, calm down. It's all fake.”
Turtle Hermit shouted, but at this moment, Gohan's pupils were white, and he didn't hear what Turtle Hermit said at all.
The clouds in the sky cracked under Gohan's momentum. Lightning danced in the air, and the originally calm sea was blown into turbulent waves.
"Ah!"
Gohan shouted crazily towards the sky, and the aura on his body poured out as if he did not care about his life.
Everyone who sensed this aura was flabbergasted.
"Wu, Gohan, what happened to you at Grandpa Turtle's place?”
Wukong muttered.
In the Desolate Desert, a man with long waist-length hair and tattered clothes looked in the direction of the aura in shock.
"That, that kid."
"Puchi ~"
Gohan's body collapsed to the ground, his chest heaving up and down violently, panting heavily.
"I, I'm..."
Turtle Hermit walked out from behind the dilapidated house.
"Are you alright, Gohan?"
Gohan nodded strenuously, took out a divine bean from his bracelet, and ate it.
Gohan sat up with a whoosh, scaring Turtle Hermit so much that he fell to the ground.
"Grandpa Turtle Hermit, are you alright?”
Gohan said embarrassedly. Looking at the tattered Turtle Immortal House, he rubbed his nose in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry for making your place like this.”
Turtle Hermit waved his hand.
"It's okay. It's good that you're fine. You really gave me a fright just now. What did you see? Why are you suddenly so angry?”
Gohan shook his head gently.
"Nothing. Ah, Grandpa Turtle Hermit, do you want to stay at my place?”
Gohan immediately changed the topic. He didn't want to tell others about those scenes.
"No, it's not a big problem.”
Master Tortoise refused Gohan's suggestion. It was said that old people were shrewd. Having lived for nearly two hundred years, Master Tortoise could tell that Gohan did not want to talk about those topics. However, Gohan had his own ideas, and Master Tortoise did not force him.
After helping Turtle Hermit tidy up the house, Gohan expressed his apologies again. After all, he had asked for his help, but in the end, he had made a mess of the place where he lived. Even though Gohan was thick-skinned, he still felt embarrassed.
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