The Saiyan In The Cultivation World.

"Can I come with you?" Chin Chong asked, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and anticipation. 

I shook my head firmly, my expression unreadable. "What the Song Clan is about to experience isn't something you should see. This is me sending a message to the whole world," I said, my tone calm but chilling. "The evil things I'm about to do… well, it's best you don't witness them firsthand."

With those words, I motioned for Lan Mei, and she began pushing my wheelchair away.

The group watched silently, the weight of my words hanging heavy in the air. Their expressions were tense, their imaginations undoubtedly racing as they wondered just what horrors I was about to unleash.

"He's this angry over food…" Cherry muttered, her voice tinged with disbelief as she struggled to comprehend the root cause of everything about to befall the Song Clan.

Meanwhile, I glanced down at the cat nestled in my lap, its pristine white fur soft beneath my fingers. "So," I began casually, my tone sharp as a blade, "what is a Peak Nascent Soul Realm cultivator doing playing the role of a cat?"

The cat froze, its serene demeanor shattering at my words. Its eyes flickered, and I could almost see the wheels turning as it began thinking, trying to decide how to respond.

Unfortunately for it, I wasn't in the mood to wait. My gaze sharpened, my patience already wearing thin.

"For every second you make me wait, you'll lose one of your nine lives," I said coldly, my fingers tightening slightly around the cat's neck. "And if it so happens you don't have nine lives, well, that's not my problem."

The cat's fur bristled in sheer panic. Before it could even process what was happening, it let out a horrified cry.

"I came to judge your character!" it screamed.

The shock in its eyes was unmistakable as it struggled to comprehend how it had been reduced to such a helpless state. How was this possible? Even without my Dao, how could my strength completely overwhelm someone of its level?

It was simple, really.

Sure, with just my cultivation I was only at level 5 Qi Refinement, but that didn't matter. What mattered were my techniques, and the technique I had been perfecting for the longest time was Haki.

Haki didn't rely on a Dao or cultivation level. It was tied to the strength of my spirit, and my spirit had been growing stronger with every passing second.

As my mind expanded, both in terms of knowledge and raw power, my Haki evolved alongside it. It wasn't bound by traditional limits or bottlenecks, and every leap I made mentally was reflected in the overwhelming might of my Haki.

Haki wasn't just about strength or willpower, it had the unique power to nullify abilities.

It worked as a fusion of every intent imaginable, a manifestation of pure dominance. This meant that Haki could overpower and nullify not only cultivation techniques but also the very intents that others relied upon for their strength.

Spear Intent? Nullified. Sword Intent? Gone. Even the very essence of someone's cultivation base could be disrupted under the overwhelming force of my Haki.

With such power in play, I didn't need a Dao to prove my supremacy. Haki made everything else irrelevant.

"The fact you could sneak up on me… well, I suppose that's impressive," I said with a smirk, my gaze locked on the cat-turned-human. "Then again, you managed it when I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. Still, the fact that you've been watching me this whole time, and I sensed nothing… that's interesting."

The cat, now visibly uneasy, squared its shoulders. "There are a lot of things out there that would shock you," it said, its tone steady but cautious. "This small empire can't hold someone of your talent. Not even this small world could contain you."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued but skeptical as it continued.

"So, join the Heaven Splitting Sect. Our goal is simple, to cut the rules of this world, break free, and cut the heavens themselves, reaching the Immortal Realm."

The boldness of its proposal was met with a soft chuckle from me.

"What you see above isn't the immortal realm, just the rest of the lower realm," I said with a smirk, and this shocked the cat.

"Cutting the sky? What's so hard about that?" I asked, my tone calm as I casually pointed at the heavens.

With a simple flick of my hand, the sky split open, revealing a gaping tear that radiated with raw, unrestrained power.

The cat's pupils shrank in pure shock, its composure utterly shattered.

"I could've left whenever I wanted," I said, letting the tear in the heavens close just as effortlessly. "I'm only staying here to grow up, or until this small world has nothing left to offer me. Whichever comes first."

Leaning back slightly, I added, "Don't waste your time betting on me. I have no interest in getting tangled up with you, the Heaven Splitting Sect, or the Radiant Sun. But…"

I paused, giving the cat a faint smirk. "I know someone else who might be interested in joining your organization."

The cat opened its mouth as if to argue but closed it just as quickly, its disappointment clear. There was nothing it could say, and the realization left it visibly deflated.

"Chu Feng. He might be the fourth most talented person on this planet, but his potential is second only to mine," I said lightly, my tone calm but firm.

The cat sighed deeply, a mix of resignation and frustration clear in its expression. "Fine…" it muttered, attempting to leap out of my hands.

It quickly discovered it couldn't.

"I've just taken you in as my pet," I said casually, continuing to stroke its soft fur. "The image of me patting a white cat to ease my anger is already set. You're to stay by my side."

The cat's mouth fell open in shock. For a moment, it looked as if it might protest, but the sheer weight of my presence kept it frozen in place. With a small, defeated huff, it settled down in my arms, its expression dripping with regret.

"How long has this cat been watching me?" I asked, glancing at Lan Mei as she calmly pushed my wheelchair.

"A few weeks after you handled the matter with the three clans," Lan Mei replied with a relaxed smile. "I didn't mention it because this was your first run-in with levels above the Nascent Soul Realm and how they manipulate heaven's secrets."

"Oh…" I muttered, my mind turning over the implications.

The realm above Nascent Soul was no small matter. Cultivators of that level possessed abilities that could obscure even the natural order, effectively blocking my instincts. It was a realm where my usual advantage of immediate answers to pressing questions became unreliable.

Of course, my instincts shone most in combat, where split-second decisions mattered most. Anything beyond the realm of survival or self-movement, however, and they grew significantly weaker.

Of course, if I really wanted to, I could activate Ultra Instincts.

But the harsh truth was that my body simply couldn't handle the sheer power it would unleash. Even the most basic level of Ultra Instincts would be too much, it would tear my body apart, likely killing me in the process.

My physique wasn't ready to endure the strain of such a divine form. And to make things worse, even if I somehow survived the experience, there would be no Zenkai boost to reward my efforts.

"Prince…" an old woman said as she fell to her knees, her voice trembling as she called out to me.

Her sudden action drew my attention, especially since I couldn't think of any reason someone would address me like this, unless, of course, one of my siblings happened to be nearby.

"I don't think I've done anything to make the citizens fear me," I remarked, glancing at Lan Mei. "Did my siblings spread any nasty rumors about me?"

"They did," Lan Mei replied calmly, her tone unbothered. "But nothing that should cause the citizens to fear you. This seems to be something else entirely."

I nodded in agreement, my gaze shifting back to the woman kneeling before me, curiosity piqued. Whatever this was, it didn't feel like an ordinary plea.

"Please forgive me," the old woman pleaded, her voice cracking as she hit her head against the ground. "I heard you were going to the Song Clan... I came to ask for your help to get my grandson back."

I sighed, leaning back slightly. The sight of her bowing and groveling wasn't something I particularly cared for.

"I don't like this whole bowing thing," I said lazily, my tone even. "Just tell me what's going on. If I feel like helping, I'll help. If I feel like ignoring you, then you'll simply be ignored."

The old woman's trembling grew more noticeable, but my words seemed to embolden her just enough. Taking a deep breath, she finally began to speak.

"The Song Clan has been snatching children off the streets," the old woman said, her voice trembling with sorrow. "My grandson was one of them. When my son tried to save him, he and his wife were found dead the next day."

She paused, her tears falling freely as she struggled to continue. "Many say the Song Clan violates these children's bodies. Others say they sell them. I don't even know if my grandson is still alive. But… if he is dead, he might be the only family I have left. Even if it's just his corpse, please… allow me to lay him to rest beside his parents."

Her words were choked with grief, her desperation clear.

"Interesting…" I said softly, my tone detached as I held out my palm. Without a word, Lan Mei handed me my folding fan. I opened it with a flick of my wrist and began fanning myself lazily, my expression unreadable.