The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!-Chapter 207: How to Cultivate Your Soul Baby by Punching It to Death: A Su Xiaobai Story!
"FOOD?!"
The baby nascent soul lunged like a starving raccoon.
It started slurping energy like a cultivator at a noodle stall.
Soul Energy. Pure. Divine. Overwhelming.
Golden light burst into the spirit sea like a divine floodgate exploding. It with delight, then greed, then horror.
It started eating.
It ate and ate.
Its belly swelled like a Qi-bloated beach ball.
But the flood didn't stop.
The sea expanded. Stars burst into being. Mountains of spiritual matter formed and shattered.
And the Nascent Soul began to panic.
"TOO MUCH!! TOO FAST!! I'M JUST A BABY!!"
Boom!
A second explosion rocked the sea as the energy surged again.
Outside, Su Xiaobai's physical body began to tremble—whispers of soul energy manifesting around him like ghostly arms.
He'd entered Late-stage Nascent Soul.
He could now project soul energy, form tools, summon spiritual weapons. He could face slap people with literal soul force.
And yet—
The Nascent Soul was still being force-fed. Its ballooned belly stretched, trembling.
Then—
"BLEEHHH!!"
It vomited soul energy.
Everywhere.
And then—panic.
The baby flailed its arms, kicked its chubby feet, and with a loud, miserable "POOF!", it fled out of Su Xiaobai's mouth like a ghost trying to escape a tax audit.
And just like that—
BOOM!
Su Xiaobai broke through.
Peak Nascent Soul Realm.
He had reached the minimum threshold to cultivate the Rebirth Art given by Zhu Qing. A soul-body dual cultivation art that required the Nascent Soul to leave the body and still survive independently.
The baby floated in front of Bai Yujian, gasping, sweat dripping down its chibi face.
Then—
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
It circled her head like an angry spiritual mosquito, wagging its baby finger with the wrath of someone who had just been spiritually waterboarded.
Bai Yujian blinked.
"Oh, it's done." She sighed in relief.
The baby Nascent Soul froze.
What do you mean 'done'? Lady, you just kicked me out of my own home and nearly vaporized my soul!
But Bai Yujian wasn't done.
She gave a gentle smile.
She meant well, truly. She had never shared her soul energy like this before—normally, cultivating to peak Nascent Soul took decades of focused training. Doing it via forced Soul essence injection was not only risky… it was borderline heretical.
If something had gone wrong?
If she'd oversupplied?
If the baby had exploded?
Su Xiaobai's entire cultivation base would've shattered.
The baby—still trembling—let out a tiny spiritual screech, kicked its feet furiously one more time, then slowly extended a tiny middle finger at Bai Yujian before floating back into his body like a traumatized toddler.
A gesture that clearly meant:
"Don't. You. Ever. Do. That. Again."
Bai Yujian blinked.
Then—
"Pfft…"
She chuckled softly, covering her mouth.
"This man's Nascent Soul… is just as dramatic as the real thing."
She sat back on the bed, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.
Outside, thunder rumbled faintly.
Inside?
Su Xiaobai's body glowed.
His cultivation had risen again.
But his ego?
Still recovering from spiritual baby puke.
"You little piece of shit…"
The second the chubby Nascent Soul waddled back into view, Su Xiaobai's consciousness flared like a flame with vengeance.
He flew across the spirit sea, grabbed the baby by its squishy spiritual neck, and lifted it like a parent catching their kid with chocolate smeared all over the sacred scriptures.
"CHI! CHI! CHI!!"
The baby wailed.
It had just survived soul-level food poisoning, vomited out an entire breakthrough, and now it was getting strangled by its own dad?!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
Su Xiaobai beat the soul-shit out of the baby until it started foaming at the mouth, saw ancestral spirits, and collapsed—dramatically—as if auditioning for a sad opera.
"Tch."
He snorted in satisfaction, wiping his spiritual hands.
"That's for trying to die inside my body, you traitorous fetus."
And then—
WHOOSH!
A flood of refined spiritual Qi gushed into the spirit sea like a divine plumbing burst. Cracks across the realm began mending. His consciousness, no longer a flickering wisp, began glowing with godlike intensity.
As the Qi surged, Su Xiaobai's consciousness absorbed the unconscious baby Nascent Soul like a pissed-off USB download.
And so began the process...
Soul Fusion.
A moment sacred to all cultivators.
A fusion of Spirit and Soul.
The union of thought and form.
A mystical process passed down by sages...
...and Su Xiaobai just beat his into submission.
This, dear reader, is called Cultivation via Domestic Violence.
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Soul Fusion (early stage): Su Xiaobai Edition
Perks Unlocked:
- Spirit-Soul Resonance:
His Spirit Sea evolves into a boundless astral ocean, granting him the status of a Half-Spirit Entity. Half-man, half-myth, all menace.
- Niwan Palace (a.k.a. Soul Garage):
A little divine forehead storage space. Hide secrets, forbidden techniques, or your shame. Now includes 100% free spiritual cloud backup.
- 360° Passive Spirit Sense:
Detects danger, killing intent, arrogant young masters, and moaning Sword Fairies behind closed doors.
- Soul Avatars:
Create 'temporary' soul clones! Can't cultivate, can't think for themselves, can't pay taxes—but great for spiritual multitasking.
- Soul Seals:
Stamp enemies, objects, or your ex with a spiritual tracker. Now available in four flavors: revenge, confusion, petty, and ultra-petty.
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BOOM!!
His spirit sea exploded with light.
Su Xiaobai's consciousness, once a flickering flame, now reformed into a fully adult mini-version of himself—cross-legged, smug, and glowing in the center of a swirling vortex.
Qi rushed from his Dantian like a divine floodgate unhinged.
Outside...
His strength kept rising.
Once...
Twice...
Three times...
The man was spiritually juicing harder than a celestial bodybuilder.
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Meanwhile…
Bai Yujian stood outside the villa, arms folded, sword spirit aura calm.
"...He's going to have a terrible cultivation foundation."
Her tone was drier than the Void Abyss.
Yes, Su Xiaobai had brute-forced his way into higher realms.
Yes, his power had skyrocketed.
But.
He hadn't consolidated a damn thing.
He was like a kid who just learned to pedal a tricycle and got thrown into a Heaven-grade flying immortal jet.
Crashes were inevitable.
Time Passed…
Week One…
Still no sign of waking.
Week Two…
Bai Yujian packed a lunch and left.
Before she did, she passed a message to Zhu Qing, who moved into the villa next to Su Xiaobai's to "keep an eye" on his condition.
A normal breakthrough? A couple days, max.
Su Xiaobai's breakthrough? A whole damn era.
Because not only had he jumped from Mid to Peak Nascent Soul, but he also brute-fused into Soul Fusion Realm—and now had to fix all the cracks he left behind.
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Meanwhile…
Zhu Qing, elegant and composed, sat on balcony chewing on a plump, red apple. The kind that said, 'I'm only pretending to be patient.'
She yawned.
Tears welled in the corners of her eyes—not from emotion, but from pure, unfiltered boredom.
"Little villain… why are you so slow?"
She bit the apple with unnecessary aggression.
The shock of him actually bedding the Sword Fairy had worn off a month ago.
At first, she was stunned. Jealous. Maybe a little hot and bothered.
But now?
Now she was more annoyed than a celestial phoenix forced to do laundry.
Somebody give her a break.
In the end, Zhu Qing let out one more heaven-shaking yawn, slumped back on her soft cloudlike couch, and drifted off to sleep—dreaming of better days, faster breakthroughs, and men who knew how to finish cultivating without getting stuck like spiritual constipation.
She woke up the next morning, stretched her limbs, and muttered:
"…What's going on?"
Enough was enough.
She frowned.
Then stood.
"Time to check on this man~!"
With a flick of her sleeve, Zhu Qing activated her divine sense and pierced through the layers of wards, barriers, and leftover Yin Essence fog surrounding Su Xiaobai's villa.
And what she saw—
Made her face twist like she'd just walked in on someone grinding a Heaven-Rank peach against a manual transmission.
"…What?"
Her spiritual projection blinked.
Then again.
And then her brows twitched so violently it could've formed its own spirit technique.
"…He's devouring it?"
Zhu Qing's lips tightened. Her gaze turned complicated—as if she'd just caught her husband furiously licking his own soul baby with chopsticks.
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The Natural Progression of Cultivation:
1. Nascent Soul Realm:
Form the cute baby soul. Name it. Raise it. Give it a tiny sword.
2. Soul Fusion Realm:
Merge your consciousness with the baby soul. Become one. Bond. Hug. Maybe hold hands.
3. Spirit Severing Realm:
Let that merged form (aka true spirit embryo) gestate into a True Spirit. Cute lil' guy, again. Start building a family tree.
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4. Integration Realm:
True Spirit + Consciousness + Nascent Soul = Divine Embryo. You are now a mobile, semi-divine, immortal-ready egg.
5. Deity Transformation Realm:
Divine Embryo hatches into the Immortal Vessel. Cultivate Heaven Qi, ascend, and laugh at mortals from your floating cloud palace.
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BUT SU XIAOBAI?!
This lunatic—
This absolute walking violation of Daoist Ethics—
Wasn't bonding.
Wasn't merging.
HE FUCKING ATE HIS NASCENT SOUL.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
He beat it unconscious, absorbed it by force, and now he was digesting it like it was some late-night spirit snack.
Zhu Qing's hands trembled.
"WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?!"
This wasn't Soul Fusion.
This was Soul Murder & Digest Technique.
Even if he somehow broke through, how in all the heavenly realms was he supposed to form a Divine Embryo in the Integration Realm—
WHEN HE JUST TURNED HIS SOUL INTO A SPIRITUAL MEATBALL?!
She started pacing.
Fast.
So fast her afterimages were leaving afterimages.
"This—this shouldn't even be possible!! The Nascent Soul is a core! A sacred construct! It must exist to be cultivated through the higher realms!"
She whirled, muttering furiously.
"No Nascent Soul, no Divine Embryo. No Divine Embryo, no Immortal Vessel. No Immortal Vessel… you're just a glorified spiritual time bomb with nice body!!"
And the worst part?
She couldn't stop it.
The process was already past the point of intervention. The fusion—no, the spiritual cannibalism—was nearing completion.
He wasn't cultivating.
He was digesting cultivation itself.
No wonder it was taking so long!
This wasn't a breakthrough.
It was a spiritual crime scene.
