Chapter 2: Jerk! You've Already Got a Baby!

Xu Wei feels his body temperature rise again.

He guesses it's 42 °C.

No!

That's not right!

It should be around 43 °C!

If this temperature's cultivation efficiency were expressed with a digital readout, it would be 100!

Higher than the genius's cultivation efficiency!

Back then, with such efficiency Xu Wei could have laughed himself to death!

But now his face is all black.

You have to know that cultivation consumes a lot of resources.

Without the corresponding resources, even with talent the cultivation efficiency is only half the result for double the effort.

It's like a martial artist who must eat meat.

If he doesn't eat meat to replenish protein, all his training is in vain and may even leave his body hollow.

Xu Wei is in exactly that situation now.

This damn Cultivation Baby is being wildly cultivated.

Let him cultivate a bit slower, and he just won't stop; he actually gets faster.

Without resource replenishment, he could be literally drained by the Basic Blood Qi Baby Baby!

"Gulu—…"

He'd only just eaten three huge bowls of rice, yet his stomach is already growling.

"Damn, this Cultivation Baby is a trap."

"You have to eat something to replenish energy, otherwise I'll really get squeezed to death."

Xu Wei thought as he walked into the living room.

Mom, dad and his sister were watching TV.

"Ahem, Xiao Wei, why are you out here?"

"Xiao Wei, your face is so red—are you not sick?"

Xu Zhangjiang and Zhao Huahua instantly noticed their precious son's change and immediately grew nervous.

"Dad, Mom, I'm fine; I just cultivated a bit and now feel a little hungry."

"Hungry? Hunger is a good sign, honey—Xiaofeng, make something to eat."

Xu Zhangjiang's eyes lit up, and his old face broke into a bright smile.

Though he isn't a Martial Artist, Martial Artist knowledge is already widespread.

He knows that a Martial Artist's cultivation consumption is astonishing!

Not to mention Xu Wei has only eaten three huge bowls of rice.

Some genius Martial Artists train three hours and spend eight hours eating, becoming proper poop machines.

The more Xu Wei can eat, the better!

"Alright, son, just wait—Mom will get it ready right now."

Zhao Huahua stopped watching TV, cheerfully got up to cook.

A moment later.

A table full of dishes was ready.

Xu Wei began to wolf down the food.

Xu Zhangjiang, Zhao Huahua, and Xu Qingqing stood behind, observing.

"Mom, did you maybe make too much?"

Xu Qingqing, looking at the three dishes and a soup on the table, couldn't help speaking up.

Their family usually eats three dishes and a soup for four people.

Making that much just for Xu Wei alone is a waste.

"Xiao Wei's appetite has always been steady; today's sudden extra serving must mean he's had a breakthrough—I was so happy I forgot."

Zhao Huahua patted her forehead.

"It's fine, if we can't finish it we'll put it in the fridge—no waste."

Xu Zhangjiang also smiled.

"Indeed."

Xu Qingqing nodded.

A moment later.

Xu Zhangjiang, Zhao Huahua, and Xu Qingqing stared wide‑eyed, mouths open, looking at Xu Wei with an utterly incredulous gaze.

Because just now Xu Wei had scraped the very last grain of rice from the rice cooker into his bowl!

Yes!

He even scooped up the last grain!

The whole three‑dish, one‑soup spread and an entire rice cooker's worth of rice were eaten clean!

That's more exaggerated than bandits raiding a village!

And this amount of rice is just absurd!

Usually it's not even double!

"Is this really their kid?" they wondered.

At that moment, Xu Wei scraped off the last bite of rice.

"Dad, Mom, I think I'm still a bit hungry…"

Xu Zhangjiang, Zhao Huahua, Xu Qingqing: ""

Seeing the three of them with surprised faces, Xu Wei felt a bit embarrassed.

He knew he was indeed a big eater today.

But there was nothing he could do; that Cultivation Baby was practically insane.

It kept boosting cultivation efficiency.

Now his body temperature must be around 45 °C.

But after reaching 45 °C, the temperature stopped rising.

Xu Wei guessed the Cultivation Baby had hit a limit.

"Dad, Mom…?"

"Alright!

Good news!

Eat more, strength rises a lot, and there's more hope of getting into the first tier."

"Wife!

Go, make everything the house can produce."

"Can't the household afford Xiao Wei's pills, let alone Xiao Wei's meals?"

Xu Zhangjiang waved his hand grandly.

He always felt guilty toward his son.

Other people's sons have all kinds of pills and gene medicines.

But Xu Wei? Not to mention gene medicines, even the cheapest Red Blood Pill is only bought for his son occasionally.

Although they always hoped Xu Wei could get into the first tier.

In reality, they knew Xu Wei's chance of making the first tier was minuscule.

But they didn't want to give up.

Not just for this family, but also for Xu Wei's future.

After all, in this world one is either a Martial Artist or a lowborn!

Even as a Martial Artist, not being a National Martial Artist doesn't help much.

"Alright, alright, alright."

Mom Zhao Huahua got up and started cooking.

Soon another table of dishes was set.

More than before!

Eight dishes!

A large rice cooker brimming with rice.

Also, some of the snacks and chocolates that Xu Qingqing usually hesitates to eat a lot of were taken out.

Seeing the spread, Xu Wei turned into a dry‑food demon, and under his parents' and sister's utterly stunned gazes, devoured the whole table again.

"Anything else…"

Xu Wei patted his belly, estimating about eighty percent full, originally wanting to ask his parents if there was anything else to eat.

But he thought Mom had already emptied the fridge; if they said they weren't full, Dad and Mom would definitely have to run to the supermarket.

But it's not like before now.

Some idle Martial Artists rob ordinary people at night, making it extremely dangerous for civilians to go out after dark.

Xu Wei didn't want his parents to risk going out to buy things.

But if he didn't keep eating, at his current eighty‑percent fullness, the Basic Blood Qi Baby Baby would soon consume him entirely; wouldn't he end up being squeezed to death? He hesitated whether to speak up.

At that moment.

Another message arrived.

"It's 22:00, your Basic Blood Qi Baby Baby is going to sleep, good night."

... God damn good night.

It actually sounded kind of cute.

Xu Wei couldn't help but complain, but he felt a sigh of relief inside.

He told his parents, then turned back to his room.

He walked straight to the bedside and picked up a dumbbell placed there.

"It seems lighter; apparently the Cultivation Baby's earlier chaos really boosted my strength."

Xu Wei's eyes lit up.

"Just don't know exactly how much my strength increased."

"Unfortunately, it's night, and I'm not a Martial Artist so I can't wander around; otherwise I could go to school to test how much Fist Strength has increased."

"If it increased a lot, maybe there really is hope of getting into the first tier."

"Then Mom, Dad, and Qingqing would all…"

Xu Wei thought excitedly.

It took a long time before he fell into dreamland.

... The next day.

Morning.

Xu Wei is having a beautiful dream.

He dreamed that he became a Martial General.

He was doing some lewd things with a faceless beauty.

He was about to reach the crucial moment.

Suddenly!

"Your Basic Blood Qi Baby has awakened"

"Your Basic Blood Qi Baby discovered that you are still a weakling"

"Your Basic Blood Qi Baby is excited"

"Your Basic Blood Qi Baby is terrified that you might die"

"The more you think, the more scared you get"

"The more scared you are, the more you think"

"Ahhh"

"Your Basic Blood Qi Baby, to protect you, has begun to vigorously cultivate..."

A demonic voice rang out.

Immediately after.

"Scumbag!

You already have a baby, yet you still come to me?"

Slap!

The faceless girl suddenly slapped Xu Wei across the face.

Xu Wei woke up...