The Saiyan In The Cultivation World.

[A/N: updates would be slow for some time. Sorry for the trouble.

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"Let me guess," I said coldly, narrowing my eyes. "You sealed it in a way that'll draw attention to me, didn't you? That's the price for taking action."

"Young Master, these are the family's orders," she said awkwardly, trying to maintain her professionalism. "You may be young, but I'm not permitted to hold your hand through anything unless it's truly necessary."

I stared at her blankly, my expression unreadable. "So, you're planning every step I take while pretending you're not?" I asked flatly, my words cutting like a blade.

Lan Mei averted her gaze, unable to meet my eyes. "That's your mother, not me," she admitted softly. "I'm just ensuring things go according to her plans. Though..." she hesitated, her voice dropping, "...she never accounted for how much of a monster you'd become. A lot of things have changed."

"Who is Lei Na?" I asked, my frown deepening. The idea of someone planning my entire future left a bad taste in my mouth. It felt... wrong. I didn't like the thought of being a pawn in someone else's game.

"I don't know," Lan Mei replied lightly. "But your mother claimed she is the offspring of an affair with a powerful figure from the immortal realm. This curse is the wrathful spouse's payback. As for her importance, I can't say, your mother's foresight was far beyond anything I can comprehend."

"How many things does she want me to get in this small world?" I asked with an annoyed sigh

"Six things," Lan Mei said simply. "You've already obtained three of them."

Her words left me wondering. 'What are these six things?' Off the top of my head, the broken mirror came to mind, but it wasn't complete, so I couldn't count that. Lei Na, though, I had just acquired, so she had to be one. Maybe Qing Ying? That seemed possible. But then... what was the third?

"What's the third?" I asked, unable to piece it together. Lan Mei merely shook her head, refusing to answer.

Her silence only deepened my frustration, but I chose to let it go. Leaning back, I let my thoughts race. The more I considered it, the more unsettling it became, Lan Mei wasn't actively pushing me to follow my mother's plans, and yet, somehow, I still ended up doing exactly what she wanted.

It was frightening. The level of foresight required to orchestrate something like this was incomprehensible. And yet, even with all her calculations, there was one thing no one could have predicted. My growth. At least, I liked to think so.

***

In the immortal realm, a towering mountain stretched high into the heavens, piercing through dense clouds that obscured its peak. Beyond the clouds lay a breathtaking sight—a grand, golden city shimmering with divine brilliance. It looked like a place where gods resided, majestic and untouchable. At the heart of this city stood an imposing castle, its magnificence radiating authority and power.

Inside one of the castle's opulent chambers, a woman sat upon an ornate throne. Her long black hair cascaded like a shadow, so dark it reflected no light. Her eyes were sharp, glacial, and filled with a fury that could chill even the bravest of souls.

She stared out of the large window before her, the silence of the room shattered by the grating sound of her teeth grinding together—a sound that grew louder and more menacing with every passing second. Her anger was palpable, suffusing the room with a suffocating tension.

Another one of her husband's bastard children had slipped free from her curse.

Her fingers dug into the armrests of her throne, and her cold eyes narrowed further. The very thought of that child, defying her will and continuing to exist, filled her with rage. It was infuriating that the curse she had painstakingly placed had been dealt with so easily.

She had already been irritated by the child's endurance, its ability to survive in misery for so long. If only she could have chosen the specific curse herself, she would have ensured that it died in agony, drawn out over an eternity. But no. That wretched child was still alive, and now, free.

"Go. Find out which bastard it is," she commanded coldly, her voice sharp and icy. At her words, a vibrant peacock perched nearby gave a slight nod of acknowledgment before spreading its majestic wings and taking flight through the window.

She watched the bird soar into the distance, her piercing gaze following it until it disappeared beyond the horizon. Only then did her attention shift toward the throne room, her expression darkening further.

"If... no, when you stick your tool in one more woman, I will cut it off," she muttered sharply, her voice carrying a venomous promise. This time, she swore, she would follow through. No more second chances. No more listening to his pitiful excuses, or his smooth words trying to talk his way out of responsibility.

Of course, she had told herself this before. Over a million times, in fact—8,381,999 times, to be precise. But who was keeping count?

The peacock soared through the air, its movements otherworldly and unnerving. Unlike normal beings navigating space, this bird seemed to operate on an entirely different level of existence. Its flight blurred the line between movement and instant teleportation, as if space and time bent and lost all meaning in its presence. Even more terrifying was the fact that this wasn't its limit—if it truly exerted itself, it could surpass even instant teleportation, traversing distances incomprehensible to most.

Despite this near-absolute speed, the sheer vastness of the immortal realm meant its journey wasn't instantaneous. The bird flew for some time before finally reaching a nexus of spacetime, a point where it could descend into the lower realms. Without hesitation, it crossed through, its shimmering form dimming slightly as it suppressed its overwhelming cultivation to match the constraints of the lower realm.

Its gaze swept across the endless expanse of lower realms, each one distinct yet insignificant in the grand tapestry of creation. It was looking for one in particular—the realm housing that cursed bastard child. With a simple flap of its majestic wings, the peacock disappeared, scanning countless lower realms in an instant.

Then, it stopped.

Before it stretched a unique realm, one unlike any of the others. This was the first lower realm, the origin of all others—a realm steeped in history and mystery. The peacock's sharp eyes honed in on a small world in the very center of this lower realm, its attention locking onto its target.

Within that world, stood Lianchen. As if on instinct, he suddenly looked up, his senses sharp and alert. He felt it—a gaze upon him, heavy and foreign.

"It arrived later than expected," Lan Mei muttered under her breath, her tone calm but carrying a subtle edge. Lianchen shot her a sharp glare. Later than expected? They hadn't even left Hell's Breath, and yet she spoke as though this delay was significant. He couldn't even bring himself to be angry at her—because deep down, he wanted to fight whatever it was that had come.

And if this being wanted Lei Na, all the more reason for him to take her under his wing. He silently dared it to come and say otherwise.

'That boy sensed my gaze?' the peacock thought, surprised as it observed the carriage from afar. Its sharp eyes scanned the group, easily identifying Lei Na as its target. It ignored the Dragon Empire ancestor, Fang Yan, and even Lan Mei—none of them were of particular interest to it. But Lianchen… Lianchen caught its attention.

The peacock paused, lowering its strength even further to harmonize with the delicate balance of the lower realm. With a flap of its majestic wings, it descended, appearing instantly in the sky above Lianchen. Its presence rippled through the air, commanding a silent but undeniable authority.

Lianchen stepped out of the carriage, his gaze locking onto the bird. His eyes burned bright with anticipation, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He was ready for battle, his blood pumping with excitement.

But then, after a moment, he took a deep breath, steadying himself. The eagerness faded, replaced by a cold and calculated calm.

"You must be from the immortal realm," Lianchen said calmly, stepping forward with an air of confidence. "I'm Zhou Lianchen, prince of the Zhou Empire. I'm guessing you're here for the girl, but she's under my protection now." His relaxed smile only added to the casual defiance in his tone.

The peacock's sharp eyes narrowed as it observed him closely. What it saw shocked it—his physique, his Qi Sea, everything about him spoke of someone far beyond the capabilities of this small world.

"Do you really think a brat like yourself can stop me if I wish to kill someone?" the peacock asked, its voice resonating with a beauty that seemed to transcend the heavens themselves. It wasn't just a sound—it was an irresistible force, carrying a charm so powerful that it shook even Lianchen's Dao heart, tempting it to submit to the creature's will.

For a moment, his resolve wavered. But only for a moment. With a surge of willpower, he broke free of the influence, his smirk widening as if nothing had happened.

"Yup," Lianchen replied, completely unfazed. "But I'm a businessman. I think we can avoid conflict and work out something better than a pointless fight." He tilted his head slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm guessing your master is watching all of this, right? If that's the case, I'll speak directly to her."

The peacock's eyes narrowed further, its gaze turning razor-sharp and dangerous.

"Judging by your master's reaction, it seems immortals and mortals aren't so different after all," Lianchen remarked, his tone laced with mocking amusement. "It's clear her husband's infidelity isn't a first-time offense. Instead of leaving him, she chooses to punish everyone else but the one who betrayed her. As if mortals could resist the charm of an immortal." His slight laugh only deepened the mockery, and the peacock's eyes flared with fury.

"Either she's madly in love or she feels trapped," Lianchen continued nonchalantly. "So, she's weaker than her husband, unable to truly stop him, and left with no choice but to vent her frustrations like this. It's pathetic, really. I mean, she's an immortal—how does her Dao heart even hold up under such humiliation? Have some self-respect."

The peacock's eyes blazed a fiery red, its rage palpable.

"Die!" the peacock's voice thundered, a sound so powerful it shook the very air, carrying a force equivalent to a power level of 500. But Lianchen only chuckled, calmly crossing his fingers to form the infinity symbol. The devastating sound waves came to an abrupt halt before him, unable to breach the invisible barrier he had erected.

"I think I'll live, thank you very much," Lianchen replied with a smug grin, watching as the peacock stared in shock, unable to comprehend how a mere mortal could manipulate space to such an extent.

"Your reaction tells me everything I need to know," Lianchen pressed on, his voice cold and piercing. "Deep down, you know I'm right. And that's even more pitiful—a servant who sees the flaws of their master but can do nothing about it. So, I'm willing to treat this as I would with any mortal trapped in a situation they can't escape from. I'll give you a chance to break free."

He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing with unwavering confidence. "I'm a genius without equal. Even without the advantages of cultivating in the immortal realm, how many there can truly claim to be my equal? And once I arrive in the immortal realm, I'll claim those benefits as well. But let's focus on what's important—I am a genius."

"The deal is simple," Lianchen said, his eyes locked onto the peacock's seething gaze. "Support me, and I'll help you gain your freedom. What do you say?"

The peacock's glare intensified, its feathers bristling with barely contained wrath. But then, its gaze shifted, drawn to a gathering light that coalesced into the form of a stunning black-haired woman, her presence radiating authority and disdain.