The Saiyan In The Cultivation World.

"He's part of the Song Clan?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at Fang Yan, who had reappeared mere seconds after vanishing. 

Fang Yan nodded lightly, his expression calm as he casually kicked the young man back down when he tried to scramble to his feet.

The young man cried out, desperation written all over his face as he clutched his broken kneecap. He stammered, trying to form an apology, but his trembling made it all the more pathetic.

"Cut off his arm," I said calmly, my tone as steady as if I were commenting on the weather. "Then head to the Song Clan. Tell them they have one minute to come here… and that timer starts the moment you leave."

Fang Yan didn't hesitate. With a single, clean motion, he severed the young man's arm. The sharp sound of flesh and bone giving way was quickly drowned out by the young man's agonized screams.

Without so much as a glance at the writhing figure on the ground, Fang Yan vanished, leaving behind only the young man, clutching the bloody stump where his arm had once been.

His cries filled the room, but I remained unmoved, watching him with an expression that could freeze hell over. He'd earned this.

"He's too loud," I said coldly, my patience wearing thin.

In a flash, one of the beautiful puppets moved gracefully into the room. Without hesitation, it silenced the young man by shoving a huge meat bone into his mouth, forcing it so far in that he began choking.

I blinked, my eye twitching slightly at the absurdity of the sight. I had been expecting something simple, like tape, maybe. But no, they had chosen something this… unorthodox. To put their meat down his throat... Not sexually, of course. Still, it was oddly effective. Maybe I should take notes

Forty seconds.

That's how long the muffled sound of someone choking filled the air. Though it wasn't loud, it was impossible to ignore, especially for those seated on the fifth floor.

None of them moved.

How could they? Something involving the Song Clan was unfolding right in front of them.

The Song Clan, one of the four noble clans, held a position of immense power and influence. Their standing was second only to the royal family, their might was nearly equal to that of the throne itself.

This wasn't just a petty squabble; it was a clash that could shake the very balance of power in the kingdom. No one dared leave, they wouldn't risk missing what came next.

Fang Yan returned just as the one-minute timer was about to expire, and following closely behind him were the young man's parents.

These weren't ordinary people. Together, the three standing before me now held some of the highest standing in the entire empire.

The Clan Head, the young man's father, exuded an aura of authority, his every step commanding respect. Beside him stood his fifth wife, the young man's mother, her beauty overshadowed only by the sharpness in her gaze.

And then there was the main wife, the clan's strongest expert outside of their ancestral peak. Her presence alone was suffocating, a reminder of the power the Song Clan wielded.

Yet for all their prestige and strength, their faces were darkened as they stood before their son, who was still writhing on the floor. Their gazes flickered between the bloodied stump of his arm, his pale face, and me, the cause of this situation.

Their silence carried weight, but I wasn't the least bit moved.

"Prince... I understand my son has angered you, but is this not going too far?" the Clan Head said, his voice controlled but laced with barely concealed irritation as he shot a glare in my direction.

I raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "You're glaring at me?" I asked, my tone dropping several degrees into a cold, dangerous calm. "It seems you don't understand something here."

I gestured toward the bloodied mess of his son still trembling on the floor. "This good-for-nothing piece of trash had the audacity to enrage me. And as his family, the blame lies squarely on you. Your poor skills in raising him make all of this your fault."

My words cut through the air like a blade, and I saw the Clan Head's eyes turn cold, his aura flaring faintly.

"I'm a man who enjoys his food," I began, my voice shifting into a peculiar accent, one that immediately made everyone raise an eyebrow in confusion. "I'm a man who is grateful to give his taste buds all the love they deserve. But your son…"

I paused, gesturing toward the pitiful mess on the floor. "He didn't just disrespect me, he disrespected my food."

My tone grew sharper as I continued. "He comes into my home and thinks it's a safe place to steal girls. He comes into my establishment and has the gall to call me a brat?!"

I pressed a hand over my chest. "Now this is breaking my heart. All I wanted was to enjoy the blessings in front of me. But look at the trouble your son is causing here!"

Leaning forward slightly, I locked eyes with the Clan Head, my tone dropping. "You think I want to do this?"

The room fell silent, the odd accent and sudden theatricality catching everyone off guard. Even the Clan Head, who had seemed so composed a moment ago, was visibly unsure how to respond.

"He's learned his lesson. This should..."

Before the Clan Head could finish, I flashed in front of him, moving so fast that he didn't even have time to react. My open hand came down in a brutal slap across his face, the sound of impact echoing through the room like a thunderclap.

The force of the blow was so intense that his teeth were sent flying, clattering onto the table of a stunned guest nearby.

Gasps filled the room as every eye turned toward me. Their shock only deepened as they watched me grab the Clan Head by the hair, yanking him down with brutal efficiency and forcing him to meet my gaze.

His face, already swollen from the slap, was a mix of pain and humiliation as I stared into his eyes with cold fury. The tension in the room was suffocating, and not a single person dared to intervene.

"Try and tell me what to do again," I said coldly, my voice dripping with venom, "and I'll make you watch as I burn your whole clan to the ground."

My Conqueror's Haki flared to life, radiating with overwhelming power. The sheer weight of it bore down on the room, chaotic and suffocating.

Even the Clan Head, a level 3 Nascent Soul, faltered beneath the intensity of the aura. His knees buckled slightly, sweat beading on his brow as he struggled to withstand it.

The once-proud and composed leader now looked utterly powerless, overwhelmed by the force of my presence. 

The Song Clan's main wife, the strongest expert in their ranks aside from the ancestors, stood frozen in place. Her face betrayed a rare flicker of disbelief, how could a mere 6-year-old make her feel so utterly helpless?

Without sparing her a second glance, I threw the Song Clan Head to the side, his body collapsing in a heap on the floor. I turned and calmly walked back to my seat, lowering myself with deliberate ease.

The moment I relaxed, my Conqueror's Haki vanished, its oppressive weight lifting as if it had never existed.

I glanced around, noting the aftermath with a frown. Everyone I hadn't consciously avoided affecting with my Haki lay unconscious.

In fact, far beyond this pavilion, parts of the city were discovering the same thing, every single person below the Nascent Soul Realm had collapsed, unable to withstand the sheer force of my will.

"I said I would kill the boy's whole family," I began calmly, my tone measured and cold. "But that came from a place of anger and hatred. Look at what that stuff does to people, it blinds them and gets those not involved hurt."

I leaned forward slightly, my gaze piercing. "So, I'll give your Song Clan a chance out of this."

Their eyes widened, tension thick in the air as they waited for what I would say next.

"Be my subordinate clan," I declared, the words hanging heavy in the silence that followed.

The three were visibly stunned, the sheer audacity of my offer leaving them momentarily speechless.

"Don't go too far!" the Song Clan Head roared, his fury overcoming his reason.

But the moment my glare snapped to him, his toothless mouth clamped shut with a harsh click, his defiance crumbling instantly under my gaze. The room fell silent again, save for the faint sound of his labored breathing.

"This is too far? Have you never eaten food here? Go on, try it." I picked up a meat drumstick and tossed it toward the three.

They hesitated for a moment, each of them catching the food with wary expressions. My displeased glare, however, left them no choice. Slowly, they brought the drumsticks to their mouths and took cautious bites.

Their eyes widened almost instantly.

The flavors exploded in their mouths, rich and perfectly balanced. For a moment, their expressions softened in pure, involuntary bliss as the taste overwhelmed their senses. Whatever resistance they'd planned to muster was momentarily lost in the sheer delight of the food.

They were blown away.

Even the Clan Head, with his toothless state, looked momentarily at peace as he chewed what he could.

"I'm grateful to be able to eat such food," I began, my voice low and calm, carrying a weight that made every word linger. "When I'm eating, the outside world doesn't matter. Nothing else exists but the food in front of me. It deserves my full attention and respect, every bite, every flavor, all the love it's due."

I paused, letting my words sink in as I casually leaned back, my gaze steady on the three before me.

"I can understand your son not sharing that perspective," I continued, my tone still calm, but with an edge that promised consequences. "Not everyone appreciates the finer things in life."

I exhaled slowly, my expression unwavering as my gaze turned sharp. "But where are his manners?"

The room fell into a heavy silence as the three exchanged uncertain glances. My calmness was more unnerving than any outburst could have been.

"He came into my house and disrespected me," I began, my voice calm but laced with an undeniable weight.

"In my own home, he had the audacity to kill my appetite. And that?" I paused, leaning forward slightly, my accent growing heavier as my tone darkened. "That doesn't just disrespect me. It disrespects the food I was meant to enjoy… and the chef who made it possible. In doing so, he disrespected my people."

I let the words hang in the air for a moment, watching as the three grew visibly uneasy, their gazes darting between each other.

"But that wasn't enough for him, was it?" I continued, my voice still calm but icy. "He disrespected my guest. He tried to take her by force, ignoring her wishes completely, simply because she was beautiful. And in doing that, he disrespected me again, he disrespected my name."

My gaze turned razor-sharp, my voice dropping an octave. "That shows me one thing: your clan doesn't have respect. Not for others, and not for yourselves."

"I welcome this thing into my house," I said coldly, my tone like ice, "and all I've received all day is disrespect after disrespect. And at the end of it all, it dared to curse me."

I paused, letting my words hit harder. "Your clan raised this thing, and so my wrath shall fall upon your clan."

Before the tension could thicken further, my attention was drawn away. A snow-white cat leaped gracefully into my arms, startling me for a moment. Despite my surprise, I caught it with ease, letting it settle peacefully against me.

The cat purred softly, curling comfortably in my left arm as if it belonged there. With my right hand, I began absentmindedly stroking its fur, the motion calm and deliberate, adding an eerie serenity to the situation.

The contrast wasn't lost on anyone in the room. My cold declaration of wrath, paired with the gentle way I cradled the cat, only made the moment more unnerving.

"Your Song Clan has enraged me today," I said calmly, my fingers idly stroking the soft fur of the snow-white cat resting in my arms. "And when I offered your good-for-nothing clan the chance to become my subordinate, you had the audacity to act as if I were being unreasonable, as if I wasn't giving your clan an offer of a lifetime."

I paused, my cold gaze locking onto the Clan Head, whose expression darkened as my words sank in.

"In truth, I was rewarding you fools for your bad actions."

The Song Clan Head's heart sank as realization dawned. His mind raced, replaying my offer with a new perspective. Being the subordinate of the number-one genius to have ever existed wasn't a humiliation, it was an opportunity.

Hadn't I just one-shot him without breaking a sweat? Hadn't I subdued his main wife, the strongest expert in the clan aside from their ancestors, with nothing more than my presence?

Regret washed over his face as he finally understood. Refusing my offer hadn't been defiance, it had been stupidity. 

"Your clan shall be my slaves," I said, my tone cold and final, as I stroked the snow-white cat still nestled in my arms. "I'll come to see your ancestors later. I'll kill the ones I like and the ones that displease me. Now, leave my sight."

As if to emphasize my command, the cat in my arms hissed sharply at them, its snowy fur bristling slightly.

I couldn't help but smile lightly at the creature's timing. "Good cat," I murmured, scratching under its chin.

The Song Clan Head, his wife, and their son didn't dare say a word. They quickly gathered themselves and left, their expressions grim as they carried the disgraced young man out of the pavilion.

Once they were gone, I turned my attention back to Qing Ying and the others. "Well," I said, my tone lighter now, "let's get to business."

There was still plenty to discuss, and after that, I had some ancestors to kill.