The Saiyan In The Cultivation World.

{Bonus Chapter for the 100 powerstones}

"So, you're telling this prince scary stories?" I asked, my voice cold. I frowned deeply, tapping the edge of my folding fan against my palm. "How is this prince supposed to sleep at night knowing there are monsters running around hunting children like myself?"

The old woman began shaking uncontrollably, clearly not expecting my reaction or the way I had twisted her story.

"This prince enjoys his sleep," I continued, my tone still lazy but with an edge. "It's my favorite thing to do after eating... Now, do any of you have similar stories?"

My gaze shifted, scanning the windows of the houses lining the path ahead. At first glance, I hadn't thought much of the silence in the area, but now that I looked more closely, it struck me as unnatural.

The road to the Song Clan was eerily empty. It wasn't just quiet, everyone was gone. Windows that should have been filled with the curious faces of onlookers were shut tight as if the entire street had been abandoned.

"Y-yes," an old man missing an arm said weakly, stepping forward. His voice trembled, and he was quickly joined by others, each bearing their own scars.

My instincts immediately picked up on the truth, these marks were warnings, carved into them by the Song Clan to ensure their silence.

"I see…" I said calmly, my voice carrying a sense of finality. "Thanks for letting me know. I'll deal with this."

With a nod, Lan Mei pushed my wheelchair forward, leaving behind a group of hopeful citizens whose eyes followed me as if I were their last chance.

It wasn't long before we arrived at the entrance to the Song Clan estate.

The estate was under full lockdown. A shimmering protective barrier enveloped the grounds, pulsing faintly with power. Rows of soldiers stood just beyond it, their weapons drawn and pointed directly at... me.

Their faces betrayed no hesitation, but I could sense the tension in the air. They were ready to attack, but they also knew exactly who they were pointing their weapons at.

"What is the meaning of this?" I asked calmly, my gaze locking onto the Song Clan head, who stood in the center of the soldiers. He had somehow regrown all of his teeth.

Before the clan head could respond, a raspy voice rang out from behind him.

"When my great-grandson told me that a six-year-old slapped all his teeth out and declared my Song Clan a slave clan, I didn't believe him," the voice said, dripping with derision. "And yet, here I stand… corrected."

An old man with a hunched back hobbled into view, leaning heavily on his walking stick. His sharp, withered eyes were locked onto me, studying me with the precision of a predator sizing up its prey.

His presence radiated authority, his aura heavy enough to suggest he wasn't someone to be trifled with. But, as always, I remained calm, unfazed by the weight of his gaze.

"…Well, this just pissed me off even more on top of everything," I said lightly, my tone calm but icy. "So, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to count to 100. Once I reach 100, my wrath will fall upon your entire clan—from the children to the old. And if that happens, your Song Clan will lose any and all chances of ever being anything more than slaves. Your name will be reduced to something less than insects."

The tension thickened as my voice echoed, cold and unwavering.

"1... 100."

I finished the count without hesitation, skipping over everything in between. Of course, it was absurd to expect a child to count properly—but wasn't that exactly what they should have expected from a six-year-old prince?

"Lan Mei, ensure no one escapes," I said calmly as I stood up from my wheelchair. Holding out my palm, a small bottle of poison appeared in my grasp.

This was the poison I'd been working on for a while—the one designed to make someone feel the exact level of pain I endured while cultivating. A pain so intense, it could break even the strongest wills.

I stared at the bottle for a moment before tossing it back to Lan Mei with a slight frown.

"It's not enough," I muttered lightly, my mind already racing ahead, calculating my next move.

The Song Clan had truly outdone themselves in pushing me to this point. Now, I had to ensure that whatever came next would leave an impression they, and the world, would never forget.

"This brat is full of himself," the Song Clan ancestor said coldly, his voice laced with anger. His patience was clearly at its limit as he watched my every move.

To him, this wasn't just about me—it was about the royal family. Sure, the royal family was powerful, but were they truly strong enough to take on a giant like the Song Clan while the three other noble families stood at the sidelines, watching?

To the Song Clan, this looked like an outright attempt at bullying—a power play by the royal family.

The ancestor moved, appearing directly in front of me in an instant. His killing intent surged, heavy and suffocating, aimed straight at me.

But his oppressive aura was immediately met by my Conqueror's Haki, which leaked from me uncontrollably. The two forces clashed violently in the air, shaking the very ground beneath us.

The ancestor's gaze narrowed as he realized that despite his cultivation far surpassing mine, my Haki refused to be overwhelmed. Its presence was raw and chaotic.

"Such a strong spirit…" the Song Clan ancestor muttered, his shock evident as he saw his killing intent being overpowered by my Conqueror's Haki.

However, his hesitation lasted only a moment. With swift precision, his staff moved, aiming to end my life in a single strike.

But before it could reach me, I glared at him, and my Conqueror's Haki erupted like a tidal wave. The force was overwhelming, tearing through the air.

The weather changed instantly. The once-clear sky darkened, swirling with ominous clouds. Lightning fell from the heavens, striking indiscriminately, while black lightning crackled and radiated off my body, lashing out in all directions.

It was chaos. It was destruction. It was as if the end of the world had arrived.

The ancestor felt the full brunt of the storm. His eyes widened in disbelief as the black lightning slammed into him like a celestial hammer, sending him flying backward with devastating force. He collided with the Song Clan's barrier, the impact causing it to ripple violently as if struggling to hold itself together under the sheer weight of the attack.

As I calmed my mind, the chaotic surge of my Conqueror's Haki slowly began to recede. Yet, despite its retreat, the lingering weight of its presence remained. The ground beneath me cracked and crumbled, and even the nearby buildings groaned under the oppressive force that refused to entirely vanish.

My gaze was sharp and unyielding as I asked, "Anything else before I make my move?" My tone was ice-cold, each word carrying the promise of destruction.

The Song Clan ancestor couldn't respond immediately. He remained frozen, his body unresponsive as his mind spiraled, questioning everything he had just experienced.

Then, suddenly, he began to laugh. It was loud, raw, and tinged with disbelief.

"Ahahahaha!"

The sound echoed across the silent estate, jarring the soldiers who watched in stunned silence.

To him, the absurdity was too much. For a brief, fleeting moment, he had believed it. He had thought that everything—his overwhelming defeat, the sheer dominance of my spirit—was real.

But no. That couldn't be further from the truth.

How could a mere six-year-old defeat him, a man who had cultivated for over 10,000 years? The logic didn't add up, and the sheer impossibility of it all made him laugh harder.

"Looks like cultivation has done something to my mind," he muttered between chuckles, dismissing the experience as an elaborate illusion born from his own overconfidence.

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

The mad laughter of someone desperately rejecting reality filled the air, echoing across the Song Clan estate.

The soldiers and servants stood frozen in place, their faces pale and their bodies stiff, unsure whether to act or flee. The Song Clan head in particular was visibly horrified, his eyes wide as he locked gazes with me.

I tilted my head slightly, my tone turning sharp and cutting as I spoke. "I hear your clan has a habit of picking boys off the street and violating them."

My eyes narrowed, my cold stare boring into him. "So, tell me... do you want to fuck me too? Is that it? Do you want to pick me off the street and fuck me in the ass?"

The Song Clan head's face turned ghostly pale. His entire body trembled as the weight of my words sank in, rendering him speechless. His mouth opened, but no sound came out as the horror of the accusations left him paralyzed.

"N-no! A-all this is a misunderstanding!" the Song Clan head stammered, his voice trembling with desperation. He gestured weakly toward the still-laughing ancestor. "L-look at the ancestor—he's gone mad! His actions don't represent the rest of the clan!"

I raised an eyebrow, my tone turning icy.

"Oh? So you're saying my ass isn't good enough for your clan?" I asked, my voice calm yet dripping with menace. "Your clan is too good to grab me off the street? Or are you saying your standards are too high for me to meet?"

The words hit like a hammer, and the clan head nearly collapsed under the weight of them. His face turned even paler, and his eyes filled with what could only be described as sheer panic. Tears began welling up as he tried to form words, but nothing coherent came out.

The tension in the air was suffocating, and the silence of the Song Clan members surrounding us only made his desperation more obvious.

"Your clan..." I began coldly, my voice echoing across the silent estate. "I will help everyone—from the old to the children—to understand that you're all my bitches. You no longer have free will. Your only will is mine."

My gaze sharpened, and the weight of my words grew heavier with each syllable.

"Your clan has crossed me for the last time. Now, it's time for all of you to understand what it means to know pain."

With those words, I raised my hand and pointed toward the sky above the Song Clan estate.

A shimmering light appeared in the heavens, coalescing into the shape of a glowing moon. Its silvery radiance bathed the entire clan in an otherworldly glow. The light bypassed every wall and barrier, ignoring the defenses as if they didn't exist.

Wherever the light touched, it froze people in place, locking them in an unbreakable stillness. Their eyes glazed over as they became trapped within a grand illusion, unable to move or resist.

The once bustling estate became eerily silent, as though time itself had stopped within the confines of the Song Clan.

"This is Tsukuyomi," I said with a cold glare, my voice carrying a cruel edge as I looked at the helpless members of the Song Clan.

They were suspended in the air—not by their own will, but because large poles had pierced them in the most humiliating way imaginable. Each pole glowed faintly, its tips coated in a special poison.

The poison wasn't just ordinary. It inflicted pain so excruciating it rivaled the agony I endured during my own cultivation sessions.

"And you all," I continued, my tone dark and mocking, "will be here for the next ten minutes... 10 hellish minutes that would hunt you for life."