The Saiyan In The Cultivation World.

"You all know the rules, let the tournament begin!" the elder overseeing the event declared, his voice echoing through the forest. 

At his words, the participants exploded into action. Bodies surged forward in a chaotic rush, racing up the floating stairs with incredible speed, each vying to reach the peak first. The air buzzed with tension as the real battle began, not just against time, but against each other.

Fights erupted almost immediately, with competitors shoving, grappling, and throwing one another off the stairs in their desperate scramble upward. Those who fell, however, weren't met with a fatal landing; the strange gravitational field of the arena softened their descent, ensuring their safety while adding an extra layer of challenge to the ascent.

Lianchen quickly became the center of attention. Many eyes turned to him, curious, and amused, about how he planned to get his wheelchair up the stairs. Whispers rippled through the crowd, speculating about his approach.

But for some, this was an opportunity. The chance to gain the prince's favor wasn't something they could ignore. Before Lianchen could so much as move, a group of eager participants rushed to his side, shoving and squabbling over who would have the honor of pushing his wheelchair.

"Step aside, I'll do it!"

"No, me! Let me handle it!"

The sight was almost comical, a chaotic display of sycophancy that left Lianchen sitting in bemused silence, watching as they jostled for a position like a pack of overeager servants.

Lianchen ignored the chaotic crowd around him, his gaze shifting instead to the handful of individuals who had stayed back. These weren't the fools scrambling for attention or rushing headlong into battle. No, these were the smart ones, the ones who understood the value of conserving their energy.

They stood calmly, watching the chaos unfold, clearly intending to bide their time rather than waste their strength defending a stage too early.

Lianchen's gaze lingered on the woman with the powerful physique, observing her movements with keen interest. However, his attention shifted slightly as he noticed her eyes light up when she spotted someone, a young, handsome man with jet-black hair.

Once the initial chaos settled, the two gravitated toward each other, their familiarity clear as they exchanged quiet words. Lianchen tilted his head, his curiosity piqued.

Lianchen's gaze shifted to the black-haired man, noting his striking appearance. He wasn't just good-looking—his features were refined, far surpassing the ordinary standard of beauty. However, it wasn't his looks that caught Lianchen's attention.

What truly stood out was the cultivation. The man was cultivating the 9 Heaven Fiendgod Art. Even more impressive, he had advanced to the 2nd stage, a feat few could achieve.

At the 2nd stage of the 9 Heaven Fiendgod Art, this young man had already unlocked an impressive capability, he could regrow lost limbs, such as arms or legs. However, the technique wasn't perfect at this level; vital organs like the brain and heart were beyond recovery.

That being said, the true marvel of this art became evident at the 3rd stage, within the Soul Refinement Realm. At that point, practitioners could recover even their hearts and brains, and their resilience reached an unimaginable level. If their entire body were obliterated, leaving nothing but a single drop of blood, they could still regenerate fully. The speed and ease of recovery depended on how far they had advanced within the Soul Refinement Realm.

All of this was layered atop a powerful physique, one that defied the usual limitations of body cultivation. Unlike most body cultivation arts, which often came with drawbacks like slower movement or reduced flexibility, this art seemed to have none. Its practitioners could harness immense strength without sacrificing speed or agility.

"Brother Fang," the woman called out joyfully, her usually cold demeanor softening as she watched the young man approach. Gratitude shone in her eyes, this man was more than just an ally to her.

It was he who had saved her life when she was on the brink of death, and it was he who had come to her clan's aid when they teetered on the edge of collapse. His actions had forged a bond between them, one she clearly held in deep regard.

Her deepest regret stemmed from that fateful day. An expert, after discovering her extraordinary talent, had tried to impose their will upon her. They believed that to achieve her full potential, she should erase all concepts of love for a man from her mind, deeming it a hindrance to her cultivation path.

That confrontation had nearly cost him his life.

"Qing Ying, your growth is truly remarkable," Chu Fang said with an impressed smile. "In just two years, you've reached Level 8 Qi Refinement."

He studied her with admiration. While he was aware of the advantages her physique granted her, he also understood that natural talent and sheer hard work played an equally important role. Such rapid progress, from a mere mortal to such a stable cultivation realm, wasn't something that could be achieved by physique alone. Qing Ying's determination had clearly been the driving force behind her achievements.

"Thank you… your growth is just as amazing," Qing Ying replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. If not for the suppression of her emotions by her physique, the blush warming her cheeks would have been impossible to miss.

She glanced at Chu Fang, her admiration evident. The last time she had seen him, he had been at Level 5 Body Tempering. Yet now, he stood before her at Level 6 Qi Refinement, a leap that was nothing short of extraordinary. Unlike her, he had no unique physique to aid his progress, making his accomplishments all the more impressive.

Chu Fang smiled, amused by Qing Ying's soft attempt to compliment him. He was about to respond when he suddenly froze, sensing an intense gaze fixed on him.

Turning his head, his eyes locked with Lianchen's. In that instant, a wave of unease washed over him. His instincts screamed at him, and he reflexively went on high alert, his relaxed demeanor vanishing in an instant.

'Who is this boy…?' Chu Fang thought, his muscles tensing as his body instinctively prepared for a life-and-death battle. A deep unease gripped him, a certainty he couldn't shake.

Even if he had the full strength of every reincarnation he had or will have, even if he poured every ounce of power he possessed into the fight, some part of him knew the truth—he would still lose.

"That's Prince Lianchen," Qing Ying said softly, her tone carrying both awe and caution. "He's ranked as the number one talent to have ever existed, so talented that even the heavens refuse to attack him."

Her words left Chu Fang stunned. He had heard rumors about this arrogant prince, the one who had reportedly erased three clans simply because they annoyed him. But standing here now, facing the boy's piercing gaze, the reality of those tales felt far more tangible and far more terrifying.

Chu Fang felt a flicker of gratitude amidst his unease. This prince's actions, however unintentional, had bought him precious time. The Su clan had been preparing to move against him, but their plans were derailed after Lianchen's intervention.

For now, they couldn't afford to target him—not with the Ancient Dragon Tomb Tournament looming. Until the event was over, Chu Fang had a rare window to grow stronger and strategize a way to keep them off his back.