The Saiyan In The Cultivation World.

For a moment, Lianchen stood frozen, his gaze fixed on her. He had never seen anyone so breathtakingly beautiful before. Her presence was overwhelming, radiating an ethereal charm that could captivate even the strongest of minds. But after a brief pause, he brought himself back to his senses, shaking off the awe like it was nothing more than a fleeting distraction.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she noticed his composure.

"What's stopping me from killing you where you stand?" she asked calmly, though a flicker of surprise crossed her face. She had appeared in her full immortal glory, her beauty and presence amplified to test him. She wanted to see if Lianchen was truly like the other so-called geniuses—whether his mortal mind would shatter from merely perceiving her, or if he'd suffer at least a headache as his senses failed to fully comprehend her immortal essence.

Yet, what she witnessed was beyond her expectations. The answer was none of the above. Lianchen had been charmed for only a single second before snapping back to reality, as if her overwhelming presence was nothing more than a passing breeze.

'What kind of Dao's heart does this boy have?' she wondered, her interest piqued. There was no panic in his eyes, no fear, and certainly no reverence.

Lianchen met her gaze with unshaken confidence, his relaxed smirk returning. "What's stopping you?" he echoed with a soft chuckle. "I don't know—maybe the fact that I'm me."

"Because I'm him. I'm the GOAT, Greatest Of All Time," Lianchen said with an infuriating smirk, his confidence radiating like a force of nature. "If I say I can do it, then it's a cold, hard fact. And let's be honest here, I carry the air of an immortal, while you? You carry the air of a mortal wife."

The woman's eyes turned ice-cold, her expression darkening as his words hit their mark.

"Before you order your pet to kill me, shouldn't you at least try to make me eat my words?" Lianchen continued, his smirk widening into a sneer. "But of course, you won't. Why face the truth? Deep down, you know that if you did, your Dao heart would shatter, and your heart demon would take over. To avoid reality like you're doing now... I'm guessing it's been an awfully long time since you've had a breakthrough, hasn't it?"

Her silence only spurred him on, his words cutting like a blade.

"Yet even knowing you need me far more than I need you, you still cling to this arrogance? Wake up, woman. Would your past self look at you with pride, or would they feel disappointment at the person you've become? I'm giving you the harsh truth, and what do you do? Like a mortal, you run from it instead of facing the facts."

Lianchen's gaze sharpened, his tone dropping just slightly as if delivering a final blow. "Are you proud of yourself? When was the last time you were truly happy? It's funny—you're the fourth immortal I've come across, and out of all of them, you're the most disappointing. Have some respect for yourself."

The dark-haired woman's glare grew colder, her chilling gaze locking onto Lianchen with deadly intent. 

"Kill him," she said coldly to the Peacock, her voice devoid of emotion as her figure began to fade into the air.

"Are you sure about that?" Lianchen called out, his relaxed smirk firmly in place. "Do you think I'm a fool like you, rejecting reality? Make me your enemy, and you'll find yourself praying for the days when your biggest problem was your cheating husband."

The Peacock moved instantly, its form blurring as it bypassed Infinity and appeared directly in front of Lianchen. With a sharp flash of movement, its leg struck out in a powerful kick aimed at Lianchen's chest… or so it seemed.

Instead, the kick phased harmlessly through Lianchen's body, striking the space behind him. It was as though Lianchen wasn't even there, his form untouchable.

"If I fight this Peacock, we're enemies—final," Lianchen declared, his smirk morphing into a battle-hungry grin that radiated confidence and excitement. "I'll never work with an immortal as pitiful as you again."

The woman hesitated, her form flickering slightly as she stopped herself from fully disappearing. Lianchen's words, heavy with derision, hung in the air. Her unease began to grow, an unfamiliar and unwelcome feeling creeping into her chest. Why did his words feel like a trap?

Yes, Lianchen was the most talented person she had ever seen. But once, she had been no less talented than her husband. Back then, they had been equals, standing shoulder to shoulder in strength and skill. However, years of betrayal and his incessant cheating had created a bottleneck in her cultivation path, eroding the clarity of her Dao's heart.

Lianchen's words today had struck a nerve—no, a soft spot she had buried long ago. Back then, when she was still his equal, she hadn't even been his wife. That title had been forced upon her, a role she hadn't wanted but had chosen to endure, convincing herself to make the best of an unwanted situation.

And now? She realized with a sinking feeling how far she had fallen. Her Dao heart, once unshakable, had weakened to the point that the words of a mere brat could stir fear and unease within her.

The shame was suffocating.

"I'm willing to form an alliance with you," she said, halting her retreat as her figure solidified once more. Her words caused the Peacock, which was just about to launch another attack on Lianchen, to pause mid-movement.

"But," she continued, her voice cool, "I wish to see what makes you so cocky speaking to me."

Lianchen sighed his expression a mix of annoyance and anticipation. He turned to face the Peacock, his calm demeanor betraying none of the tension in the air.

"Then it's just a spar," he said with a slight shrug, cracking his neck as if warming up. "Although to be honest, I was hoping this would be a fight to the death."

The woman gave a slight nod to the Peacock, signaling it forward. Without hesitation, the Peacock burst into motion, its speed surpassing the limits of normal perception. It closed the distance in an instant, its attack a blur of deadly precision.

But Lianchen didn't flinch. Instead, he answered with a heaven-shaking kick that struck the Peacock square in the stomach. The sheer force of the impact caused the Peacock's pupils to shrink in shock before it was sent hurtling away like a meteor.

The Peacock rocketed through the air, smashing straight through the barrier sealing off Hell's Breath. The force of the kick didn't let up—it kept soaring far into the distance, leaving destruction in its wake.

"Come at me like you actually want to kill me—not whatever nonsense you were just doing," Lianchen said with a smirk, taking a deep breath to calm himself. His body shifted suddenly, moving with perfect precision just as the Peacock appeared before him in an instant, its attack aimed directly at his chest.

With uncanny timing, Lianchen dodged the blow effortlessly, his movements smooth and calculated.

"How?" The Peacock's eyes widened in shock. It couldn't comprehend how Lianchen's reaction speed could be so precise. His movements weren't particularly fast—not enough to dodge something the Peacock could throw at its full speed—but it was the timing and execution that made it seem as though Lianchen could see into the future, moving exactly as he needed to.

Humiliated, the Peacock's gaze burned with rage as it attacked again. This time, it struck with even greater speed and power, yet it found itself hitting only an illusion. Its sharp senses immediately caught the faint ripples in the air behind it. Reacting just in time, the Peacock dodged a kick aimed directly at its face, Lianchen's foot grazing past by mere inches.

"What's the matter?" Lianchen asked with a mocking smile, his voice dripping with disdain. "Still holding back? That roar you let out earlier was stronger than this pitiful display. Don't tell me all you're good for is screaming like a crybaby."

The Peacock's beautiful, melodious voice rang out, now filled with unbridled rage. "Mortal! Die!"

With a flash, the Peacock unleashed its full power—or at least as much as this small world could handle before the heavens intervened. Its power surged, reaching an overwhelming level of 700, the air around it distorting from the sheer energy radiating from its form.

"Is that all?" Lianchen said, his tone dismissive as armament haki gathered into his fist, coloring his fist pure black. The black aura encased his hand, the sight visible even to the naked eye, its intensity crackling in the air.

With a power level of only 190, Lianchen didn't hesitate. He stepped forward and threw his fist directly at the Peacock's attack, meeting it head-on.

Boom

A Black Flash erupted, shaking the heavens. For a brief moment, the world seemed to lose all color as a shockwave of immense power ripped through the air. An earthquake spread across the entire planet, causing the very ground to tremble beneath the force of the clash. The heavens stirred, as if ready to unleash a tribulation to put an end to this clash—power of this magnitude was more than enough to threaten the entire small world.

But the heavens didn't need to intervene.

As the dust settled, Lianchen stood victorious, towering over the Peacock, which now lay unconscious at his feet. The once-mighty creature was battered and beaten, looking as if it were at death's door. Its beautiful feathers were charred and disheveled, and its regal form seemed frail and broken.

Yet, for all the damage it had sustained, the Peacock was still alive. As an immortal beast, its resilience was formidable—death wouldn't come so easily for a creature of its caliber. Still, the power Lianchen had unleashed was undeniable. He had knocked it out cold, and the sheer display of strength left an indelible mark on the battlefield, and in the minds of anyone watching.

Yes, with a power level of only 190, Lianchen had defeated the Peacock, whose power level was 700. How, you might ask? The numbers didn't seem to add up. The answer was simple—Lianchen had superior techniques.

The Black Flash, a technique he had perfected since the tournament, was now refined enough to rival even techniques from the Dragon Ball world. In other words, the Black Flash amplified Lianchen's power level by a factor of 2.5 during that clash. That single punch had carried a power level exceeding 400,000.

"Immortal, my ass," Lianchen muttered, wiping the drool from his mouth. "Can't even take one attack."

The Black Flash wasn't just a simple technique. Once someone performed it, they entered a state where manipulating their energy became as effortless and natural as breathing. This state created an overwhelming sense of omnipotence as if the entire world revolved around them. It pushed the user to operate at 120% of their maximum potential, enhancing their combat performance exponentially.

"How?" the black-haired woman whispered, her voice trembling in disbelief. She stared at Lianchen as though looking at a monster. A level 1 Qi Refinement realm cultivator displaying such power without the help of a Dao? It defied everything she knew.

"I said I'm him. Send me resources to cultivate, and I promise to set you free before I turn 17," Lianchen said calmly, his tone steady and resolute. "And don't worry, I'm not going back to my world. I'm a freak, and my words carry weight. They impact my Dao heart more than anything else."

His gaze shifted briefly to Lei Na before he continued, his voice firm. "And that girl, Lei Na, she's under my protection."

Lei Na, who had awakened at some point, froze at his words. Her eyes widened in shock, completely unprepared to hear such a declaration from Lianchen. She stared at him, overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions, not knowing whether to feel relief, gratitude, or disbelief.