The Saiyan In The Cultivation World.

"Welcome to the Celestial Feast Pavilion. I'm sure this is your first time stepping foot here," I said lightly as I stepped out of the carriage.

The door had been opened by a beautiful young woman dressed in the pavilion's elegant uniform. Her demeanor was poised and respectful. She bowed slightly as I exited, her practiced smile barely hiding the curiosity in her eyes.

My guests followed close behind, their expressions ranging from intrigue to quiet awe as they took in the grandeur of the pavilion.

"Such beauty," Cherry murmured in shock, her eyes wide as she took in the young woman's appearance. Her beauty was truly something else, a step above Cherry's own—so striking it made one question if she was even real.

And Cherry wasn't alone.

Qing Ying, Ling Xue, and even the young man—secretly a demon—found themselves momentarily captivated. For a brief second, all of them were caught in her charm, unable to look away.

The spell broke abruptly when I reached out and flicked the young woman's forehead with enough force to reduce a building to rubble.

What followed wasn't the sound of flesh or bone, but the unmistakable clang of something striking metal.

"This isn't a living being," I said calmly, gesturing toward the young woman. "She's a puppet. I'm currently working on giving them souls. I don't like how they just… act."

The young woman remained unfazed by my earlier actions. She hadn't felt the impact of my flick in the slightest—her expression unchanged, her focus solely on performing her duties.

She bowed politely, her movements flawless but lacking the spark of genuine emotion.

"Greetings. As the young prince's guests, you will be treated to the highest V.I.P. experience," the young woman said with a voice as smooth as silk.

Her charming smile could rival the beauty of the stars, captivating enough that someone might willingly empty their entire fortune just to gaze at it a moment longer. It was flawless, practiced, and mesmerizing.

Yes, I designed them to be that beautiful—and yes, it was entirely intentional. The goal? To make men cough up every last coin they had.

But why stop at males?

Inside the Celestial Feast Pavilion, I also had puppets crafted as strikingly handsome males. Their charm was enough to make even the most reserved women swoon and willingly empty their purses. Horny women were just as lucrative as greedy men.

It was a flawless strategy and one that was already paying off.

At this rate, I was well on my way to becoming the richest person in the kingdom. Give it two years—maybe less—and my wealth would surpass the entire royal family.

"A full house," I muttered to myself, nodding lightly as my gaze swept across the packed pavilion.

The air buzzed with conversation, laughter, and the occasional sound of silverware clinking. Yet, no one spared me a glance—not when they were mesmerized by the beautiful female or male puppets attending to them.

The allure of the puppets was undeniable, but it came with strict rules. No touching.

Anyone foolish enough to break that rule would find themselves kicked out for life… and leave without both hands. I had no patience for disrespect, and neither did my establishment.

I made my way upstairs. The Celestial Feast Pavilion had a total of five grand floors, with a hidden sixth floor still under construction and currently closed off. For now, I headed to the fifth floor, where the best seats were reserved for me.

As I entered, my eyes landed on a familiar figure.

"Chu Feng? Didn't expect to see you here," I said with a casual smile, my voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Chu Feng looked up, clearly stunned. His gaze flickered between me and the group trailing behind me, his surprise evident. To say he hadn't expected this encounter would be an understatement.

"This here is a business meeting," I said, gesturing casually to my group. "You already know Qing Ying. The seductive one is called Cherry—I'm not sure if that's her real name or not. The little one here is Ling Xue." I paused, turning to the demon. "And you… I never got your name."

"Oh, I'm called Chin Chong," he replied with ease.

I stopped mid-thought, raising an eyebrow as I turned back to him. "Ching Chong?" I asked, needing to clarify. The last thing I needed was to come off as racist or something.

"No, Chin Chong," he corrected, shaking his head slightly.

"Ah, Chin Chong," I said, nodding lightly. For a moment, I considered asking him something, but after a second's thought, I decided to leave it alone.

"…" Chu Feng's gaze shifted to Qing Ying, his expression serious. What mattered to him was whether she was here against her will. If she was, he wouldn't hesitate to act—even if it meant offending the royal family.

But when Qing Ying gave him a slight nod, her face as stoic and emotionless as ever, he relaxed, the tension in his shoulders easing.

"Haha! You thought I forced them to be here?" I laughed, catching the unspoken worry in his expression. "What did you think I was doing—kidnapping children?"

My laughter echoed through the room, only making things worse for Ling Xue, whose face had turned an impressive shade of red. She clenched her fists, trembling slightly, unable to take any more of this relentless bullying.

"I had my worries," Chu Feng admitted with a faint smile, though his gaze shifted briefly to Ling Xue. He couldn't help but throw her a look of pity—the poor girl was the perfect punching bag, and she clearly knew it.

Shaking off the thought, his expression grew more serious as he turned back to me. "I sense you shattered your Dao," he said, his tone carrying a mix of curiosity and respect. "You're really going for it."

"My Dao should reach the Dao Seed stage within the Dragon Tomb," I said with a sigh, leaning back slightly. "It's already a given my Dao will be the strongest there ever was, but… I can't help worrying I'm not creating the most powerful Dao I could be."

Chu Feng remained silent, his expression thoughtful. He didn't know what to say to that—what could he say?

And no, before anyone gets the wrong idea, we weren't being inconsiderate. Although our voices carried, no one was eating yet. In fact, no one had even gotten their food, so we weren't disturbing anyone's meal.

"Oh… this here is my friend, Lu Lu," Chu Feng said, gesturing toward the other side of the table.

Sitting there was a stunning beauty whose charm could rival that of my finest puppets. As our gazes met, Lu Lu bowed slightly, her movements graceful, her eyes filled with curiosity—not just toward me but seemingly everything around her.

"She's troublesome," I said, my tone casual. "Don't get close to her, or worse, fall in love with her. She'll soon fall into my hands anyway."

Chu Feng's eyes widened at my words, his expression instantly turning cold. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, his voice sharp.

I simply shook my head, smiling faintly. Answering that would be too much trouble.

And besides, I had no intention of letting this little exchange ruin my mood—especially not when the food was just arriving.

My full attention instantly shifted to the countless platters of food being brought to our table. My eyes practically glowed with anticipation as the tantalizing aroma filled the air.

It felt like forever since I'd last eaten.

The tournament, the battle with the old man, the clash with Shi Bin, and the Dao shattering—all of it had happened in a single day. A single day!

A bit too long for my poor, neglected stomach to endure.

"The young master is particular when it comes to dining etiquette," the waiter explained to Qing Ying and the others, who exchanged puzzled looks. "No yelling, no rude behavior, and no improper manners at the table. Once the food is served, everyone is treated as family."

Their confusion deepened as they glanced at the sheer amount of food being brought over. Platters stacked with dishes, from rare delicacies to humble classics, covered every available inch of the table.

"Who's supposed to eat all this?" Ling Xue murmured, unable to hide her disbelief.

Their unspoken question was quickly answered when I moved.

One moment, the rice was there. The next, it was gone. Afterimages of my hands lingered in the air as dish after dish disappeared with shocking speed.

What stunned them most wasn't the speed, though—it was the precision. Despite the sheer volume of food I consumed, I savored each bite. My movements were lightning-fast, but somehow I took the time to appreciate every taste and flavor, ensuring I enjoyed the meal to the fullest.

The room fell silent, save for the faint clinking of chopsticks as I devoured the feast.

"That was nice," I said, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. I loosened my pants slightly, giving my stomach room to breathe.

Qing Ying and the others couldn't hide their disbelief as their eyes twitched. Despite the mountain of food I had just consumed—enough to form a small hill—the only evidence was a slight bulge in my stomach.

"Why didn't you guys eat?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you follow those odd cultivation practices. Seriously, what's the point of living if you can't even enjoy good food? Especially when…you're trash compared to me."

The blow landed squarely on their pride. They worked tirelessly to avoid impurities, carefully balancing every aspect of their cultivation. Yet here I was, utterly dismissive of those concerns, eating to my heart's content while remaining a freakishly powerful anomaly.

Their indignation was palpable. Where was the justice?

"This is my belief," I said, leaning back casually. "Grow stronger, sleep, eat, grow smarter, and repeat. It's a simple cycle."

I shrugged, glancing at their still-shocked faces. "Sitting down and cultivating for hundreds of years? That does something to your brain. How else do you explain all those old monsters being sick in the head?"

My words hung in the air, blunt and unapologetic. They didn't need to agree—this wasn't a debate, just a truth I lived by.

"Hey beautiful, why are you sitting with this good-for-nothing? How about you come sit with me," a handsome young man said with a charming smile, standing over Chu Feng's table.

His confident demeanor and loud voice quickly drew attention, with heads turning to see the commotion.

"I—I'm okay," Lu Lu replied uneasily, her voice shaky. Her lost memories left her uncertain and vulnerable, and it was clear she didn't know how to handle the situation.

"I wasn't asking," the young man said coldly, his glare sharp and threatening. The menace in his voice caused Lu Lu's body to tremble in fear.

Before she could respond, Chu Feng rose to his feet, his sword drawn in a smooth motion. His gaze was fierce, but before he could make a move, my voice cut sharply through the air.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" I called out, my voice cutting through the room like a blade and instantly drawing all attention to me.

The young man turned toward me, his cold glare meeting my own.

"Do you see me eating here?!" I snapped, my tone rising with frustration. "I've never been so disrespected in my life. Have your parents never taught you table manners?"

Without thinking, I jumped out of my wheelchair, anger momentarily overriding the pain of my backlash.

"Brat, mind your own business," he said coldly, though I caught the slight unease in his eyes.

After all, anyone who could dine on the fifth floor of this pavilion wasn't someone to take lightly. Still, his greed for someone as stunning as Lu Lu gave him false confidence, and his knowledge of Chu Feng's background only emboldened him further.

I glared at him, fists clenched as my rage threatened to boil over. "Y-You!" I stammered, the sheer audacity of his behavior almost pushing me into Super Saiyan mode.

But with a deep breath, I forced myself to calm down. Turning sharply, I returned to my seat, letting the tension hang in the air.

"Fang Yan, find this brat's background," I said coldly, my voice sharp and unyielding. "I want his whole clan, sect, organization, or whatever he has backing him gone within 24 hours."

The young man's eyes turned cold, defiance flickering within them, but he never got the chance to respond.

In the next instant, the sound of bone shattering filled the air as his kneecap was crushed. He let out a muffled scream of pain, though it never fully escaped—his mouth was swiftly covered. Before anyone could even react, he vanished without a trace.

I sighed, my expression turning into a pout as I slumped back in my chair. "Now I'm not hungry anymore…" I muttered, my earlier good mood completely destroyed.