Chapter 545

After getting the Fu Shu Dazuan, Jackie Chan rushed back to San Francisco the next day.

"Dad, I'm back."

Pushing open the door and entering Broly's Antique Shop, Jackie Chan was startled.

"What monster?!"

"This isn't a monster, Long Shu, this is Broly."

Xiao Yu got down from the chair and explained to Jackie Chan, who had assumed a defensive posture at the doorway.

"But how did Broly become like this? He has three heads and six arms now?"

Broly, inside Broly's Antique Shop, his upper body bare, currently had the appearance of three heads and six arms.

"I was researching the Copy Spell, wanting to use my own power to imitate the Copy Spell, but a small error occurred in the process. My Qi is too violent; without possession, relying purely on Qi it cannot take shape. So I tried not separating the Qi simulating the Copy Spell from my main body, and that's how I became like this."

The three-headed Broly spoke with the same voice, and his current appearance, as Xiao Yu put it, was the kind that could play Nezha causing havoc in the East Sea from Investiture of the Gods without special effects or makeup.

"Uh, then why don't you change back?"

Jackie Chan had seen plenty of magical things; just now he was merely startled by the sudden appearance of a three-headed six-armed person in the antique shop, and now he had already calmed down.

"I haven't fully figured out this move yet; it's currently in the R&D phase."

"Meaning Broly can't control it freely yet; he has to wait for the split-off heads and arms to exhaust their Qi and dissipate on their own."

Xiao Yu explained from the side, and she felt Broly's current three-headed six-armed posture was simply cool as hell; it would be even better if he could retract and release it at will.

"So, Dad I've said before spells are dangerous; even the most unremarkable Elementary Duplication Spell is the same."

Dad walked out of the room and handed over a bottle of potion.

"Come on, Broly, drink it."

"What is this?"

"Dad brewed it for you; it should be a potion that can restore your current strange appearance."

"But I didn't become like this using a spell; I used Qi to imitate a spell's effect."

Broly took the glass bottle containing purple liquid from Dad's hand; just smelling it he knew this stuff definitely wouldn't taste good.

"Dad doesn't understand your Qi, but Dad understands dispelling Qi spells; a dead horse treated as a living one, and you don't want to go to school sporting this weird look, right? That would definitely scare others."

Broly frowned slightly, thought for a bit, and still drank Dad's potion; as for the taste, unsurprisingly it was indescribable.

However, Dad is indeed a capable mage; once the potion entered his stomach, Broly felt an itch on his left and right sides and his back, and the heads and arms he had grown using Qi to imitate the spell quickly turned into streams of Qi and entered his body.

The three-headed six-armed version of Broly turned back into normal Broly, and the originally shared three-field vision also returned to a single field.

"Although there was a mishap, the feeling of three heads and six arms actually wasn't bad; it let me see the perspective behind me too, and with two extra pairs of arms I felt I could do more things."

"So, Broly, you still want to become that form?"

"Mm, I plan to keep researching, see if I can make a controllable three heads six arms, and then stably separate a clone from the main body."

Broly nodded honestly; he had no intention of giving up. Dad patted his forehead: "I really don't know if agreeing to teach you spells was good or bad."

"At least Broly only turned himself into Nezha, didn't cause trouble for anyone else, right?"

Xiao Yu spoke up for Broly from the side.

"Wait until you learn to brew Dad's antidote yourself, then try your research."

Dad said irritably.

"Dad, then Broly and I are going to school."

"Go on, go on; if you don't leave now you'll be late."

After Xiao Yu and Broly left, Dad finally looked at Jackie Chan.

"Jackie Chan, did you get the Fu Shu Dazuan?"

"It's right here."

Jackie Chan hurriedly put down his backpack, took out an ancient-looking book with a pretty cool mask pattern on the cover from inside, and handed it to Dad.

"Ancient script; looks like cracking it will take me a good bit of effort."

Dad flipped through the Fu Shu Dazuan, then had his disciple Tru go fetch ancient texts; he needed to cross-reference them to decipher the text on the Fu Shu Dazuan.

On the other side, Xiao Yu and Broly arrived at the middle school; after last week's movie incident, they were already bona fide celebrities in the school.

"Xiao Yu, this weekend, did you and Broly have any new adventures?"

Classmates saw the two enter the classroom, and someone asked expectantly toward Xiao Yu at the front.

"New adventures, not really, but Broly learned a new trick, that's true."

"What trick?"

"Have you guys seen Investiture of the Gods?"

"What's that?"

"A myth story from my hometown..."

Xiao Yu recommended Nezha's story to the others.

"Broly this weekend learned the divine ability of three heads six arms; he can manifest three heads and six arms. Do you know what that means?"

"Means what?"

Students looked at Xiao Yu curiously.

"It means he can read a book with one head, chat with friends with another head, eat with the third head — now that's efficiency."

Xiao Yu spoke of her actual experience this weekend; if she could do it herself she'd want to try this move too.

"Come on, this story is even more far-fetched than your story about battling thunder demons in Hollywood; now, who wants to see the skeleton tattoo on my arm?"

The Mexican boy rolled up his left short sleeve, revealing the black-and-white skull pattern underneath.

American middle schoolers seemingly can't imagine the three-headed six-armed divine ability from Eastern myths, but are more interested in the skeleton tattoo on Mexican boy Xiao Zhu's arm.

"It looks so cool."

"Of course, I went through quite a bit of trouble to get it."

"I heard tattoos hurt a lot, Xiao Zhu, you're really something."

Hearing this, the Mexican boy's face showed an embarrassed look, but upon seeing Xiao Yu and the other looking over, he lifted his chin to indicate this bit of pain was nothing.

"What's so good about a tattoo, and it doesn't look that great either."

"Then Xiao Yu, do you have a tattoo?"

"I don't have one now, but I want one, I can get a better one anytime."

"Give it a rest, with that stiff Long Shu of yours, he'd never allow you to get a tattoo!"

Xiao Zhu's words weren't wrong, because when Xiao Yu returned home after school in the afternoon and asked busy Jackie Chan if she could get a tattoo, she was directly refused by Jackie Chan.

"That's absolutely not allowed, tattoos, only bad kids get tattoos, and good kids absolutely would not get any tattoos!"

"But my classmates at school..."

"I said no means no, there's nothing to discuss about this matter."

Jackie Chan said, leaving no room for negotiation.

"ε=(ο｀*)))Sigh~"

Xiao Yu sat on the wooden stairs sighing, because she had already boasted about it.

She said she would bring a tattoo even cooler than Xiao Zhu's to school tomorrow.

"Xiao Yu..."

"Broly, you don't need to comfort me, I've already prepared myself to lose face tomorrow."

"No, I mean, why don't we draw a pattern on?"

Hearing this, Xiao Yu's eyes lit up.

"Right, Long Shu only forbade me from getting a tattoo, but didn't say I couldn't draw a pattern on my body."

"Only, where do we find a cool pattern?"

"How about drawing a delicious dish on?"

Broly suggested, he thought that was the coolest.

"That's not cool at all, you'd definitely be laughed at."

Xiao Yu shook her head, also not knowing if it was a coincidence, her adoptive father's study door wasn't closed, and the cover of the Fu Shu Dazuan placed diagonally on the desk bookshelf happened to be spotted by Xiao Yu.

"I think I have a pattern!"

Xiao Yu ran in and took the book down.

"This must be the Fu Shu Dazuan Long Shu found this time, the demon book's cover illustration, it looks cooler than the skeleton on Xiao Zhu's arm, right?"

"Is that so, I don't think so."

Xiao Yu took out a notebook, tore off a sheet of white paper, placed the paper on the Fu Shu Dazuan's cover, and quickly traced the pattern on it with a purple drawing pen.

"Broly, the antidote formula is here, remember, unless you brew the antidote yourself, don't use your Three-Headed Six-Armed spell."

After Xiao Yu put the Fu Shu Dazuan back in its original place, her adoptive father just happened to come in, he saw Broly and thought the boy came for the antidote formula, so he handed over a paper recording the antidote magic potion formula and instructed the Saiyan boy.

"Thanks Dad, I got it."

Broly thanked sincerely.

"Alright, Dad has to continue working now, you two don't disturb Dad here anymore."

Broly and Xiao Yu left the adoptive father's study.

"Lavender, rhino horn, peacock tail feather, and chameleon molted skin, where can we buy these things?"

Broly picked up the formula, looked at it, and asked.

"Lavender can be bought at a flower shop, peacock tail feathers I happen to have in stock, it's a hat I bought when I went to the zoo with Long Shu last time, it has peacock tail feathers on the back, chameleon molted skin I think a reptile pet shop should have, as for rhino horn, I don't know about that, maybe you can go check the African steppe."

Broly took money and Xiao Yu and set off, and things that could be bought with money naturally need not be said, the key was the rhino horn, Broly actually took Xiao Yu to Africa, and used a file to polish a big rhino's horn.

"Is this little bit enough?"

"Dad's formula wrote that only a little rhino horn powder is needed, we've ground a whole big bag."

"Then what about these poachers?"

Xiao Yu pointed at the poachers knocked unconscious behind her, carrying hunting rifles preparing to poach rhinos, and asked.

"I'll finish them off."

Broly raised his hand, energy bullet ready, planning to evaporate these guys who just shot at them into nothingness.

"Uh, better send them to the nearest police station."

Xiao Yu hurriedly stopped Broly, used the poachers' rope to tie up the poachers' hands and feet, then had the boy carry this group of people and fly to the city near this grassland, and threw these poachers and their poaching equipment together into the police station.

After doing this, they just left directly, leaving the South African police who received this windfall merit completely baffled, no surveillance, ultimately the other side could only thank nature's gift.

Returning to San Francisco, the sun hadn't set yet, Broly held the materials and started brewing together with Xiao Yu.

After pestling for a while, the two of them produced a large bottle of purple potion, Broly took off his shirt and used Qi to imitate the Copy Spell, two heads and four arms emerged respectively from his shoulders and back.

Of course, this isn't the limit of the number of heads and arms he can separate, it's just that his shoulders and back only have this much space, separating more although possible, would truly turn him into a deformed monster.

Returning to the Three-Headed Six-Armed form, Broly directly picked up the purple potion and took a sip, the taste wasn't good as usual, the effect was the same as Dad's potion this morning.

"We succeeded, now you can continue practicing your Three-Headed Six-Armed spell."

By evening, after drinking two large bottles of antidote potion, Broly also figured out how to actively retract the grown heads and limbs, as for stably separating these limbs, there's currently no clue.

But it was already evening, he couldn't keep disturbing at the antique shop, agreed to meet Xiao Yu tomorrow, and returned to his rented room.

"Look, I said there was no chance, Broly lives right near that antique shop, with such a close distance, if anything happens at the antique shop, he'll definitely be able to rush over."

The Black Hand Gang trio and A Fu who successfully shifted blame to the Black Shadow Corps, watching the Saiyan boy walking back to his rented room on the street below from upstairs, La Su felt they had no possibility of snatching the Fu Shu Dazuan from inside the adoptive father's antique shop under Broly's eyelids.

"Besides, even without Broly, that antique shop still has Jackie Chan and Tru, so this mission from the Holy Lord is simply making things difficult for us."

Afeng also started complaining.

"Speaking of which, why are you all thinking of stealing? Can't we just steal it instead?"

A single word woke the dreamer.

"Zhou, you really are a genius!"

"Then we act now?"

A Fu asked, he felt he could transform into a bat and silently infiltrate inside.

"No, wait until tomorrow."

"Eh, why wait until tomorrow?"

The others looked at Afeng in confusion.

"Because tomorrow, the kids have to go to school too."

"Afeng, you're a genius too!"

On the rooftop, the Black Hand Gang and the others exchanged mutual flattery, and decided to wait until tomorrow morning after Broly goes to school, then act to seize the Fu Shu Dazuan.

And now...

"Good night, everyone."

It's time to sleep, rest up the spirit to be able to work.

The next day, Broly and Xiao Yu went to school together again, on the road, Xiao Yu pulled up her pant leg and asked the boy beside her: "Broly, how about it, last night I wrapped it with cling film for a whole night, is this pattern very clear now?"

"It's indeed clear, but do you think this really looks good? I feel it's not as good as a hamburger pattern."

The two chatted as they arrived at school, when the first class ended, Xiao Yu pulled up her pant leg and showed her classmates a tattoo pattern drawn with colored pens and transferred with water print that was even cooler than Xiao Zhu's.

"I think my tattoo is cooler than yours!"

Xiao Yu directly reached out and pulled up Xiao Zhu's short sleeve, wanting to make a comparison, but after pulling it open, she discovered the other's left arm was empty.

"No way, Xiao Zhu, where's your tattoo?"

"I thought you all knew, that's a tattoo that can be torn off."

"His tattoo is fake too."

Broly said to Xiao Yu who had returned to her seat.

"Good thing I didn't get a real tattoo."

Xiao Yu felt like she'd been played, but fortunately the tattoo on her leg was also fake, drawn with colored pens and transferred with water print.

When school ended, Xiao Zhu who left the classroom tripped and fell flat, Xiao Yu looked at Xiao Zhu, then at Broly, and thanked the boy: "Thank you for venting for me, Broly."

"No problem, who let us be friends? Right, how many times do you want that guy to fall?"

"Once is enough, although I don't really like Xiao Zhu, we're classmates after all, he played me once, so falling once makes us even."