The Saiyan In The Cultivation World.

"Why did my mother choose to come to this small world?" Lianchen mused aloud, his tone calm but curious. "It would've made more sense for her to settle in a world that's already developed. What makes this small world so special?"

Lan Mei remained silent, her expression unreadable, and Lianchen didn't seem surprised by her lack of response. He wasn't really expecting an answer.

"Could it have something to do with the Demon Realm?" he continued, his voice quieter now, more reflective. "And then there's that disfigured man showing up... That raises even more questions."

Lan Mei stood stoic and professional, her face betraying nothing, but Lianchen wasn't paying her much attention anymore. His thoughts were already spiraling inward, piecing together possibilities and theories as his curiosity continued to deepen.

Lianchen shrugged as he stood, cracking his knuckles before tossing a herb into the air. The herb, renowned for its ability to strengthen one's physique, was of the Core Formation realm. But Lianchen wasn't content with its standard use—he intended to create a 6-star Body Tempering pill.

'...String Theory,' Lianchen thought, his mind drifting as he prepared his next move. 'If everything is just one vibrating string, can't I destroy that string and turn it back into energy?'

With that, he punched the herb, each strike calculated and deliberate. Lan Mei and Fang Yan stood silently, their attention fixed on him, observing with keen interest.

'Sigh, to fuse his love for combat into alchemy and even reach such heights...' Lan Mei thought, a faint trace of admiration crossing her usually stoic demeanor. Lianchen's mastery of alchemy rivaled that of the most gifted alchemists in the immortal realms. He had taken alchemy beyond perfection—not just in pill grading, but in efficiency. He brought out more than 100% of the resources, extracting every possible ounce of value from what others would consider ordinary materials.

Lan Mei let out another quiet sigh. Lianchen had been right earlier—there was a reason his mother chose this small world. What surprised her most, however, was that he was piecing it together far too soon. The truth wasn't something he was supposed to uncover yet.

One of those reasons was Fang Yan. The second reason was this world's significance: it was the center of the lower realm.

Lianchen's place in all of this was no coincidence. He had been chosen to be the so-called son of the Zhou Emperor for a simple reason, Zhou was the surname of Lianchen's real father.

"Haha! I cut the time down by more than half!" Lianchen laughed in triumph after hours of relentless punching. His grin stretched wide as he gazed at the pill resting in his palm, a testament to the power of his evolving Dao. As his Dao grew stronger, so too did his ability to accomplish feats that once seemed impossible.

This pill was enough to push him to the peak of the Body Tempering realm within the Chaos Fiendgod cultivation art. The abilities gained upon merely entering the body tempering realm were extraordinary, but the peak was something else entirely. By reaching it, one could recover fully from a mere drop of blood, a regenerative power so profound it was difficult to fathom.

This was leagues ahead of the Nine Heavens Fiendgod Body Cultivation, where the same level of recovery was only possible at the Soul Refinement realm. Impressive, right? Yet for Lianchen, this was only the beginning. With no hesitation, he swallowed the pill whole and braced himself for the hell that followed.

As agony coursed through his body, Lianchen grinned inwardly. He wasn't just cultivating a technique—he was becoming a monster. Even without taking his Saiyan bloodline into account, the Chaos Fiendgod cultivation alone held the potential to elevate him to a level unmatched beneath the heavens. But when combined with his Saiyan bloodline? It was inevitable. Absolute. Lianchen was destined to stand unrivaled in this realm.

Lan Mei observed silently, her thoughts racing. She was certain that even before Lianchen encountered the disfigured man, he was already one of the strongest beings in the lower realm. Why? Because of Ea.

Not just Ea, but also that strange cannon he had devised—one capable of generating a flame that could burn what was thought to be unburnable. How Lianchen had conceived such a terrifying technique remained a mystery. And then there was I Am Atomic. With his newly formed Dao, Lan Mei was confident that I Am Atomic and every other technique Lianchen had perfected had grown even more potent. In the lower realm, few could pose a challenge to him.

Almost none.

***

"So, how does it feel to have reached the Qi Refinement realm?" Lan Mei asked with a slight smile as we sat in the carriage, the landscape outside passing by as we made our way to Hell's Breath. Her tone carried a mix of curiosity and amusement.

I glanced at myself for a moment, as if checking for some obvious change, before giving a small nod. "It feels nice having my own storage of Qi, not having to rely entirely on drawing it from my surroundings," I replied lightly.

Before reaching level 7 Body Tempering, cultivators don't have their own internal reservoir of energy. Qi techniques rely on gathering energy from the air around you and channeling it directly into attacks. But at level 7, a cultivator forms a Qi Sea within their dantian, allowing them to store Qi internally. At that stage, however, the Qi exists in a mist-like state—still powerful, but far from its full potential.

By the time one reaches level 1 Qi Refinement, that mist condenses into liquid form, giving rise to the name Qi Sea. Within the dantian, this liquid Qi pools and swirls like an actual sea. As one progresses further through the Qi Refinement realm, the sea becomes denser, richer, and more potent, providing a greater supply of energy for techniques.

The nature of this Qi depends heavily on the cultivation art being practiced. For example, those with fire-based cultivation arts will find their Qi Sea radiating heat, giving their fire techniques a significant boost in power and efficiency. Fire attacks would not only become stronger but also cost less energy to perform.

The Chaos Fiendgod cultivation art, however, doesn't lean toward any one element—it encompasses them all. My Qi, therefore, wasn't bound to fire, water, or any other single element. Instead, it carried the potential to evolve into something far greater: Primordial Qi.

Of course, I wasn't there yet. This evolution would only happen much further down my cultivation journey, but my cultivation art gave me an enormous advantage—it allowed me to approach Primordial Qi far faster than anyone else could dream of.

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"My Qi Sea is about... 100 times bigger than the average person's. What's the largest size a Qi Sea can reach?" I asked casually, my gaze drifting outside the carriage. I already knew the size of a cultivator's Qi Sea played a critical role in battle endurance and energy efficiency. The bigger the Qi Sea, the longer a cultivator could fight without tiring. Moreover, a larger Qi Sea brought greater benefits when forming one's Core.

"Ten million times," Lan Mei replied with a calm smile. "It's already impressive that your Qi Sea is so large right after breaking through. It will only continue to grow as you cultivate further."

"Lower than I expected," I remarked lightly, still watching the scenery pass by.

Lan Mei chuckled softly. "That's because the true geniuses out there rarely disclose the size of their dantians. But ten million is considered the standard for someone truly exceptional. If you form your Core with anything less, it would mean you didn't fully perfect the Qi Refinement realm."

I gave her a slight nod, processing her explanation.

What did she mean by perfection? Simple. You can't just cultivate and move on, assuming you've done enough. Take the Body Tempering realm, for example—true perfection means ensuring every inch of your body is tempered to the absolute peak. Of course, there are those rare individuals who manage to go beyond this so-called "perfection." They're the super geniuses, the outliers.

Did I do such a thing? Of course I did. You think all that pain I endured was for nothing? The Chaos Fiendgod cultivation art isn't excruciating for no reason. It forces you to push beyond perfection, to surpass all known limits.

At the Qi Refinement realm, the cultivation art stops forcing you past the limit—it gives you a way out, an escape from the pain. But I wasn't about to take that easy route. I intended to push past every boundary, to create the largest Qi Sea possible.

A Qi Sea so vast that even I might dread using up all my energy—because filling it back up would be a monumental task. And yes, that's the downside to being such a freak. Qi doesn't replenish like stamina; it doesn't just come back after you rest. You either have to absorb heaven and earth energy over time or rely on pills to replenish it.

...Alright, that's enough explanation. You get the point.

"How long until we arrive? I want to take a nap," I asked softly, my eyes lazily following the blur of the passing landscape outside the carriage. The Dragon Empire's ancestor was pulling the carriage, his Spirit Ascension realm cultivation making the ride unbelievably fast. Still, the thought of traveling for hours wasn't appealing.

"We could get there in seconds if you want," Lan Mei replied calmly, her voice as composed as ever. "But at a normal pace, it'll take about three days."

"Shorten it to ten hours," I said with a yawn, rolling into a ball and making myself comfortable. Within moments, I was out.

When I woke up, exactly ten hours later, the carriage came to a sharp stop. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as we arrived before the massive barrier surrounding the former empire.

The barrier glowed faintly, sealing everything inside, even the air, to ensure the deadly illness couldn't spread. I glanced at it for a moment but quickly lost interest. There wasn't much to see from the outside, so I didn't bother wasting time. I simply teleported everyone inside, giving the dragon a casual order to keep moving forward.

As soon as we were inside, my observation haki expanded, spreading out across hundreds of miles with ease. The desolation and death within this place were palpable, but as I scanned the area, my attention flicked to Lan Mei. For a brief second, so fleeting I almost missed it, her face showed something unusual. Relief. It vanished as quickly as it appeared, but I couldn't shake the feeling.