"Que Qiu Wuji was anxious about his disciple Chu Ge's cultivation progress, pushing him too hard. Ignoring the fact that his disciple was only a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and a vulnerable soul body at that, he forced him into the Ice-Cold Sword Platform in an attempt to accelerate his advancement."
"His own sword intent retention was no joke. Like in the Sword Testing Cave, with thousands of sword energies surrounding him, while his cultivation would certainly benefit greatly, every extra breath was torture."
"But what could he do? Just like when he was forced to endure four hours of hardship in the Sword Testing Cave, he suffered greatly, but his value was demonstrated in the subsequent battle against the extraterrestrial enemy. If he were to drown..." "His heart aches, and he's making no progress. Who knows what kind of enemy he'll encounter next?"
"He wants to roam the martial world, to become familiar with every detail of this place. Then, he'll have complete control over all things, deciding the rise and fall of the sun and moon with a single word… Qiu Wuji believes he can do it."
"But… seeing his disciple, his face pale and lips white from the cold, swaying precariously, Qiu Wuji can't help but feel a pang of heartache. Each sword strike feels like it's scraping against his own heart."
"He's still just a child…" Even the emotionless typing machine's cheeks twitched involuntarily. Oh well, it's not for public distribution. Just read it yourself; it's okay if it's cringeworthy.
"Even he's already out there, what's there to be afraid of..."
Continuing:
"We can't stop him prematurely, otherwise, his understanding will be half-finished, the effect will be greatly reduced, and he'll easily become lazy and dependent, which is not conducive to his willpower."
"But we're also worried that if he pushes on, he'll damage his soul, leaving indelible hidden injuries and fear. What should we do?"
"Qiu Wuji bit her lower lip tightly for a long, long time, then sighed softly, silently floating down the stone platform and sitting behind her disciple."
This extra chapter is solely for getting straight to the point, with no embellishment, and the writing style is disregarded. However, the terrifying thing is that Chu Ge's portrayal of Qiu Wuji's thoughts perfectly matches Qiu Wuji's own thoughts and feelings. No one knows whether it's because he wrote it this way that she thinks this way, or if it's a telepathic connection, an overly deep understanding.
Just like when Qiu Wuji wanted to change her mindset and engage in a power struggle, Chu Ge's main text followed the same pattern, like a predetermined net.
This time, however, was slightly different…
Because this was something Qiu Wuji himself had asked him to write… Knowing he would write it this way, yet still having the same thoughts—which came first, the chicken or the egg?
Was this graceful landing on the stone platform his own will, or was he "forced" by him?
Qiu Wuji was too lazy to discern.
Anyway, with the excuse of being "forced to write this by the wicked Father God," there was no need to think too much about it anymore.
Qiu Wuji lightly bit his lower lip, looking at Chu Ge's shivering back, hesitated slightly, then gently embraced him: "Good boy, hold on a little longer, focus on comprehending the sword intent, Master is here with you…" Trembling, Chu Ge felt as if he had sunk into a warm, soft cloud, like a traveler returning from a snowstorm, entering a warm room by the fireplace.
A gentle smile whispered in his ear.
The surrounding wind and frost no longer felt biting, the soul-chilling cold was no longer cold, and his soul found refuge in a warm harbor.
Qiu Wuji blushed slightly, watching him calm down from his trembling state, and felt a sense of satisfaction.
Even her true form was holding him! It wasn't that she wanted to hug a man; it was just something the Heavenly Dao maliciously wrote. This was perfect excuse; Qiu Qiu was the smartest.
But she didn't know she had opened Pandora's box.
The extra chapters were already written; who would be satisfied with just a hug?!
The emotionless typing machine continued its rapid-fire typing: "Amidst the heavy snow, everything was white, and on the sword platform, a man and a woman embraced. From afar, in the desolate world, it seemed only this couple remained, eternally like sculptures."
"Qiu Wuji, having cultivated for millennia, had never experienced romantic feelings. Yet, in this scene, with their bodies so close, she gradually felt a stirring of emotion."
"The haven of embracing amidst the swirling snow, the peace and tranquility of the soul—this was not only Chu Ge's experience, but also hers."
"The crucial thing is that the spot where her back touched his gradually began to tingle, as if a warm current surged into her heart, spreading into her soul."
Qiu Wuji: "..." What's with this strange feeling...? Logically, in the real world, their alt account shamelessly kissed every day, and he'd even climbed Mount Akina. It shouldn't be like this simple embrace is triggering feelings.
Uh, could it be because the two bodies are different? The smaller body wasn't the real one, and even if he was used to being near him, it didn't mean this eternally virgin... could handle close contact.
Qiu Wuji breathed heavily, his face flushed, trying to pull away.
But he found his wicked disciple tightly gripping his arms around his waist, preventing him from leaving: "Master... just a little longer, just a little longer, I'm almost finished comprehending the sword intent..."
As he spoke, he nuzzled against him with the back of his head.
Are you comprehending sword intent?! Qiu Wuji was both angry and anxious. "I taught you those side story writing tricks, do you think I don't know what you're comprehending? You're comprehending brainwaves, aren't you?!" She tried to pull her hand away, but the extra chapter was already up: "Faced with her disciple's persistent advances, Qiu Wuji sighed inwardly, 'What a tragedy.'"
"He's already hugged me, a little longer doesn't seem like a big deal... Actually, I feel it too, a bit greedy... I might as well give in this once, since he doesn't know..."
"Give in this once..." Qiu Wuji gritted her teeth, saying resentfully, "I'll give you ten breaths. If you're not done by now, I'm going to beat you up."
"Oh." Chu Ge said cautiously, "Then Master, please help me out a bit more."
Qiu Wuji's face was stern: "How?"
Chu Ge said, "I'm cold in front of me..."
Qiu Wuji almost laughed in exasperation: "Trying to push your luck, huh?"
"No, I really am cold in front of me... Master, please be kind enough to help me out..." Chu Ge started to whine.
(I wrote all the extra chapters myself, do you think I don't know what you're thinking?) The author continued: "Qiu Wuji hesitated. She was already hugging his back; what difference was there between hugging him from the front? It was only ten breaths, just ten breaths… She wanted to try hugging him from the front herself."
"She sighed softly, turned to face her disciple, and was about to gently embrace him."
"But suddenly, her disciple moved, pulling her into his lap."
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing!" Qiu Wuji frantically pushed away Chu Ge's approaching mouth: "This isn't a secondary account! Don't go too far! I… I'll really get angry!"
Chu Ge looked at the aloof and stern "Sect Leader Qiu," transformed into this disheveled state by a side story, feeling both itchy and amused, yet also a little regretful.
Really, if he continued writing, he could win her over.
Under the laws of heaven, a puppet on a string.
But… The fingers on the typewriter finally paused slightly, then continued after a long while: "Chu Ge said: 'Master, just hugging like this is enough, I'll be content…'" Silence fell both inside and outside the book.
The sect leader, Qiu, dressed in a noble and aloof sword-wielding attire, nestled like a kitten in her disciple's arms.
The wind and snow howled all around, sword energy swirled, and within the stone platform, a man and woman huddled together; it was unclear whether she was warming him or protecting her.
After an unknown amount of time, well past ten breaths, Qiu Wuji slowly regained his senses, gritting his teeth, "You... shameless scoundrel! What on earth did you write?!" Chu Ge didn't expose that this side story was her own terrible idea, otherwise she would have lost even more face.
He could only pretend nothing had happened and directly changed the subject: "I've comprehended the Ice-Cold Sword Intent and obtained a set of Ice Profound Sword Techniques, consisting of three flying sword methods. Did I miss anything, Master?"
Qiu Wuji was stunned for a long time, then suddenly yanked him off the sword platform: "You've already drained me dry! How long do you plan to stay in there? You…traitorous disciple!"
Chu Ge forced a smile: "Just checking if it's alright…"
Qiu Wuji's eyes were like frost, his entire body radiating sword energy, and he viciously grabbed Chu Ge's ear: "Go back and face the wall! No dinner tonight!"
"Yes, yes, yes…"
The extra chapter ended, with the subtitle "The Withered Poplar Sprouts New Glory."
As Chu Ge was dragged away by the ear, he was still thinking, if it weren't for the fact that his alt account had already finished the story, if they were truly master and disciple, this would be the beginning of a tale of filial piety turned sour…
But it's best to write less of these "two or three things." Qiu Qiu probably didn't anticipate this when she went to persuade him; if he wrote too much, she would start rebelling against the will of heaven again.
Having a beginning is enough; how things continue to deteriorate is up to us!