The Saiyan In The Cultivation World.

"This should do," Lianchen muttered, stepping back to inspect the intricate array he had just drawn. With the array in place, he could cultivate without fear for his safety. Lan Mei's earlier concerns made more sense now. The opportunities in this place were immense, but his cultivation art left him completely defenseless, making it impossible to take full advantage of them.

Deep within a secluded cave, Lianchen sat down and began his cultivation. Almost immediately, his body convulsed, twisting and writhing as if trying to escape the overwhelming strain. The pain was intense, far worse than before, yet he remained silent.

In the past, he might have cried out, but now he endured it without a sound. Each improvement in his cultivation art only amplified the agony, yet his resolve had hardened to withstand it.

His Haki, formidable as it was, owed its strength to his indomitable willpower. Yet his body, unable to fully contain that willpower, suppressed it. He knew that if he ever unleashed its full force, his body would likely tear itself apart.

This realization stirred an idea within him: what if he could channel his willpower to temper his body, using it as a tool to aid his cultivation? The concept was tantalizing, but it would have to wait. 

To say the outside world was shocked would be an understatement. Watching Lianchen cultivate left even the most experienced cultivators speechless. Those who had felt the sheer force of his Conqueror's Haki knew that Lianchen's willpower was anything but weak. So, what kind of pain could possibly reduce someone like him to this state?

It became clear to them that Lianchen's incredible power didn't come easily—it was earned through unimaginable torment. His cultivation art was merciless, putting him through a kind of torture that few could survive. For an astonishing 27 hours, Lianchen endured the excruciating process, his agony only increasing with each breakthrough he made.

Eventually, the pain grew so unbearable that even he couldn't suppress his cries. His screams echoed through the cave as the torment intensified, pushing his body and spirit to their absolute limits. Only when the energy he had consumed from the Sandworms was completely exhausted did the ordeal finally end.

Collapsed on the ground, Lianchen's body trembled violently from the trauma. He had broken through to level 8 Body Tempering, a remarkable feat that elevated his strength to the equivalent of level 3 Soul Refinement Realm. Yet, in that moment, he couldn't even bring himself to care. His body refused to move, paralyzed by the hellish experience he had just endured.

Of course, Lianchen had prepared for such an eventuality. With a single thought, his storage ring flashed, and a wheelchair materialized before him. This wasn't just any wheelchair—it was specially crafted, equipped with mechanisms capable of lifting him and adjusting itself to his needs.

"...Well, with the improvements I made to Creation Rebirth, it'll take about a day for me to recover from this," Lianchen muttered weakly. He commanded the wheelchair to shift into its bed configuration, allowing him to rest properly. After all, he was still a growing boy, and sleep was essential.

He had stayed awake for 27 hours straight, enduring unimaginable torment. That kind of stress wasn't healthy for anyone, even someone as extraordinary as him. Closing his eyes, he let himself drift off, his body desperately craving rest after the ordeal.

While Lianchen rested, the others had either reached or were nearing their intended destinations. Over the centuries, a detailed map of the Dragon Tomb had been created, marking key locations of interest. Among these was the Dragon Garden, a place Ling Xue now found herself running through, her eyes bright with excitement as she took in the countless spiritual herbs that filled the area.

Unfortunately, every herb was protected by a barrier, blocking her attempts to gather them.

Undeterred, she continued deeper into the garden, her excitement growing as the herbs became rarer and more potent the farther she went. However, her awe quickly turned to unease when she spotted a massive stone golem towering high enough to overlook an entire forest. She froze, only now realizing the colossal figure's presence. The giant's gaze seemed fixed on her, and she instinctively stepped back, fear gripping her.

"You, who have entered the Dragon Garden… do you wish to undertake the trial to earn your rewards?" A deep, resonant voice echoed in her mind. She instinctively knew it came from the stone golem before her.

"N-no," she stammered. Lianchen had warned her—and anyone in his group—not to participate in the trials. His reasoning was simple: the trials were rarely fair. They heavily favored those of the royal bloodline, as this world had been created by the ancestor of the Zhou royal family. Why would such trials allow outsiders to surpass his descendants?

"Why not? Someone with your talent could surely gain something extraordinary," the golem said, its tone laced with curiosity at her refusal.

"I'm the personal disciple of Prince Zhou Lianchen," she replied, her voice steadying as she repeated his instructions. "He told me not to bother with the trials and to focus on finding other opportunities instead."

The stone golem seemed to consider her words for a moment before nodding slightly in understanding. Then, without another word, it returned its attention elsewhere, ignoring her completely.

Ling Xue let out a soft sigh of relief. The stone golem had recognized something special about her, and she'd wasted no time making it clear who her backer was. While the golem might not have known Lianchen personally, the name of the royal family was enough to ensure it wouldn't secretly make things difficult for her.

Her gaze returned to the sea of resources spread before her. If she could just get her hands on even one of these herbs, she could absorb a massive amount of life force, allowing her to break through at an astonishing rate. In just a few weeks, she might even grow strong enough to make Lianchen call her master. The thought only made it harder for her to turn away from the garden.

"You're Lianchen's student, aren't you?" a voice called out, startling Ling Xue. She instinctively jumped into a defensive stance, her eyes narrowing at the source—a kindly old man with a bright smile.

"Friend, no need to be so tense," the old man said gently. "Were you unable to obtain anything nice here? Just point it out, and I'll try to get it for you."

His words left Ling Xue momentarily speechless. Then she remembered who her master was. Of course, she was untouchable. Who would dare cross her when Lianchen stood behind her?

"You're too kind," Ling Xue replied, her composure returning. "Might I ask your name?" She felt no shame in leaning on her master's reputation to its fullest extent.

Before the old man could answer, a boisterous voice rang out. "What's that half-dead old man going to do? Young miss, don't worry, I, Wu Long, shall get whatever you desire!"

Ling Xue turned to see the newcomer, who announced his presence with dramatic flair. It seemed she had been closer to the garden's center than others, as more people were now beginning to appear, drawn by the commotion. One by one, they gathered around her, eager to win her favor, each undoubtedly aware of her connection to Lianchen.

Elsewhere, Cherry stood with a gentle smile, watching the group of cultivators fighting on her behalf. She didn't need to lift a finger; all she had to do was stand back and let them do the work. This was the benefit of having a strong future husband. Unfortunately, winning his heart was proving to be far more troublesome than she'd anticipated.

Cherry was in the middle of a rainforest, where the rain never seemed to stop. However, the thick canopy of towering trees shielded the forest floor so well that it was hard to tell it was raining at all. This forest wasn't dangerous because of demon beasts—it was the sea of insects that preyed on those beasts that made it so deadly.

"The bee nest is up ahead!" someone shouted, cutting down a massive bee with a swing of their blade. Ahead of them was a colossal beehive, and as soon as it came into view, the eyes of everyone present lit up with excitement.

The reason was simple: Lianchen wanted it. Cherry wanted to retrieve the hive to make him happy. After all, a gift as exquisite as this could earn his favor. And if there was one thing Lianchen loved, it was food.

"Then let's move!" roared an old man at the Core Formation realm, rallying the group. They charged forward into what could only be described as a bloodbath. The endless waves of bees attacked relentlessly, each one presenting a unique danger. Despite the risk, the group pushed ahead, determined to claim the hive.

The bees were no ordinary insects. Large and menacing, their stingers could be fired like projectiles. Doing so would kill the bee, but the stingers carried a potent poison capable of incapacitating even powerful cultivators. Worse yet, if the bees were killed, their bodies would explode, releasing poisonous gas into the air. This toxin could be absorbed through the skin, making it nearly impossible to avoid. The only way to stop them was to strike so quickly that their minds didn't have time to trigger their self-destruction.

And these were only the worker bees.

The guard bees were far deadlier. Unlike their larger counterparts, they were smaller—comparable to the size of normal bees, which made them harder to hit. They were faster, more agile, and built for combat.

This wasn't just a fight; it was war. A war for honey... Attack On Bees