The Saiyan In The Cultivation World.

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"So, how does it feel to be just a step away from the Spirit Ascension realm?" I asked Ling Xue, glancing down at her as she lay sprawled on the ground, breathing heavily. Her body was slowly recovering after the grueling tribulation. She had survived, barely. After facing over 16,000 lightning dragons—a tribulation so powerful it nearly destroyed this dimension—she had fully stepped into the Nascent Soul realm. If I hadn't intervened to stabilize the dimension, it would have shattered completely. Even now, rips in space lingered, a stark reminder of how close everything came to collapse.

"W-what?" Ling Xue's eyes widened in disbelief, clearly unaware that she had reached such a level.

"You're weaker than other Nascent Soul realm cultivators," I said, my tone blunt. "The only reason you survived that tribulation was thanks to the Logia technique, your strengthened soul, and the pill you ate."

It was true. The pill had provided her with an endless reservoir of energy to draw upon, enabling her to continuously heal herself while creating a sea of clones to battle the relentless onslaught of lightning dragons. Without it, she wouldn't have stood a chance. Then again, her soul itself had already ascended to the Spirit Ascension realm, though she had no means of fully utilizing it yet.

"So, from now on, you should start building your own Dao," I said casually, glancing at Ling Xue as she struggled to process everything that had just happened. "Remember, don't just aim for an overpowered Dao. The Dao you create should reach this level of power." With a flick of my fingers, I sent a stream of information directly into her mind—a clear scale of power for the kind of Dao I expected from her. "If it can't, then forget about being my disciple."

"B-but that's too high!" Ling Xue stammered, her voice trembling in disbelief. She looked at me, unwilling to accept that I expected her to create a Dao of such overwhelming strength.

"Then you're not capable enough to be my disciple," I said lightly, my tone indifferent. Without waiting for a response, I turned and began walking away. The desert, now entirely turned to glass, crunched faintly under my steps. Annoyed by the texture, I lifted into the air, flying effortlessly as I disappeared into the horizon.

I had everything I wanted from this dimension, but there was still one more thing I needed to acquire.

***

"Lu Lu, are you alright?" Chu Feng asked, his voice filled with concern as he glanced at her bleeding stomach. Lu Lu nodded weakly, clutching the wound with trembling hands. Her eyes flickered toward the massive dragon before them, a creature badly injured yet still exuding a terrifying presence. Its body was in tatters, one wing completely missing, an arm torn off, and a deep, gaping wound across its stomach.

Chu Feng's gaze shifted toward Qing Ying, silently willing her to escape. But he knew better—any attempt to flee would only draw the dragon's attention to her, and she wouldn't survive its wrath if that happened.

"Where is Lianchen?!" the dragon roared, its bloodshot eyes brimming with madness. Its voice was ragged and unstable, a reflection of its shattered state. This was the same dragon that Lianchen had humiliated by running a rod through its rear. Though it had managed to escape, the damage was irreversible. Its Dao's heart had shattered, leaving it incapable of making any further breakthroughs in cultivation, and its mind swallowed by it's heart demons

The creature was consumed by rage and despair, a once-proud prince of the Dragon Empire reduced to a shadow of its former self.

'Lianchen defeated this dragon without effort,' Chu Feng thought, his heart racing as he grasped the full extent of the beast's power. Only now did he truly understand. This was no ordinary dragon—its cultivation was at level 4 Nascent Soul, a realm where its strength far surpassed that of most human cultivators of the same level.

"Where is he?!" the Dragon Prince roared again, its voice shaking the earth as it prepared to unleash a devastating attack. Its mouth began to glow ominously, energy gathering within as it prepared to annihilate them.

Lu Lu staggered to her feet, determination blazing in her eyes. She was ready to tap into the fragments of her lost power, the strength hidden within her despite her fractured memory. But before she could act, Chu Feng held her back, his own resolve hardening. He prepared to unleash his trump card—a move he had kept hidden, one that would change the course of this battle.

Yet before either could act, a blur shot through the air, closing the distance in an instant. Lianchen arrived.

"Oh, you managed to escape the rod?" Lianchen said caught off guard. Well, on second thought, he didn't know the physique of dragons well, so he misjudged how far he should rob the rod through it. "I should have stabbed it deeper."

The Dragon Prince's head snapped toward Lianchen, his bloodshot eyes blazing with uncontainable fury. With a roar that seemed to rend the very air, the dragon charged, its rage turning the world around it into a dark red haze.

Lianchen barely spared it a glance. "You can wait—I didn't come here for you," he said dismissively. With a casual wave of his hand, he struck the Dragon Prince with a brutal slap. The force sent the dragon hurtling toward the ground, crashing with an impact so powerful it caused the earth to quake.

Dust and debris rose into the air as the ground fractured under the dragon's weight. Lianchen didn't even pause to admire his handiwork. In a flash, he descended, landing gracefully before Lu Lu and the others.

"I came to get her," Lianchen said casually, his eyes fixed on Lu Lu. Chu Feng immediately stepped forward, positioning himself between the two.

"What do you mean?" Chu Feng asked, his voice tense. Memories of Lianchen's cryptic warning to him resurfaced. Lianchen had told him not to get too close to Lu Lu, not to fall for her, because one day, she would "fall into his hands." Yet Chu Feng had ignored those warnings—he had grown attached, and worse, he had fallen in love.

"Number 69, begin the remembering process," Lianchen said with a bored yawn.

Suddenly, Lu Lu froze. Her body trembled as her eyes, once full of life, turned blank and emotionless. In that instant, her injuries began to heal rapidly, the wound in her stomach sealing itself as if it had never existed. Without hesitation, she turned and walked toward Lianchen, completely ignoring Chu Feng's desperate attempts to stop her.

"What did you do to her?" Chu Feng yelled, only for his voice to falter in horror as he watched Lu Lu's body begin to change. Her appearance shifted, her form taking on a puppet-like quality, as though she were shedding the illusion of humanity.

"I told you not to get attached," Lianchen said, his tone flat. "What you're seeing is Number 69 in its true state."

He let out a small sigh, as if recalling a long and arduous process. "I had trouble creating puppets with spirits of their own," he began, speaking as though explaining a mundane experiment. "I wanted to understand what makes a spirit a spirit, what makes a soul a soul, a mind a mind, and so on. And so, Number 69 was created—a puppet designed to simulate the life of someone who had lost their memories. The concept was simple: let it live, let it think it's normal, and see if, over time, it could grow a soul of its own."

As he spoke, Lianchen raised his hand, and a faint glow surrounded Lu Lu. He reached out, grabbing hold of the intangible light and pulling it free. In his grasp was her soul—small, weak, and fragile.

"It worked," he continued, inspecting the faint light. "She developed a soul. Not one born of reincarnation, not one burdened by past lives, but something entirely new. A blank slate."

He held the soul for a moment longer before his eyes flicked back to the puppet. "It's weak, but it's pure. The experiment was a success."

"Although pills, swords, and other nonliving objects can also gain spirits, it's different from a soul," Lianchen explained casually, as though the distinction was trivial. "I've already recorded the entire process of how she birthed her soul and spirit, so I don't really need the soul anymore. You can do whatever you want with it."

With that, he tossed Lu Lu's fragile soul toward Chu Feng, who caught it reflexively. Lianchen, meanwhile, picked up the now lifeless puppet, studying it for a moment as if it were just another tool in his endless experiments.

Chu Feng's teeth clenched as he stared at the small glowing soul in his hands. To him, Lu Lu wasn't some experiment or lifeless object—she was a person, someone he cared about deeply, someone he had fallen in love with. But no matter how much his emotions screamed otherwise, the reality was undeniable: Lianchen had created her. And now, Lianchen had stripped away what made her Lu Lu and casually handed it to him as if it were nothing.

"Well, I've got to go," Lianchen said, yawning as if bored by the entire ordeal. "There's a lot of stuff I need to analyze after this."

He rose into the air, preparing to leave, but paused as a thought crossed his mind. "Oh, right," he said, glancing back. With a wave of his hand, the unconscious dragon he had knocked out earlier with a casual backhand was dragged toward him by his will.

Once the dragon was securely in his grasp, Lianchen disappeared into the horizon, leaving Chu Feng standing there, silent and seething. Qing Ying shifted uncomfortably by his side, unsure of how to ease his anger—or his pain.