In the mortal realm, Qiu Wuji hid in her room drawing, inwardly fuming with regret.
She realized she had opened Pandora's box. What if Chu Ge took it as her doing and started writing endless essays, using this method to directly seduce Sect Master Qiu? What would she do then?
Qiu Wuji didn't want to be trapped like this at all.
It was all her fault for being moved earlier, thinking he was so good, wanting her true self to be nice to him but unable to swallow her pride, and then coming up with this terrible idea. Now what to do? If he kept writing, her true self would probably be unwittingly seduce into bed—an irresistible plot twist!
Qiu Wuji cautiously opened the door and peeked into Chu Ge's room, only to find that Chu Ge had already closed the extra chapters and started writing the main story.
Qiu Wuji paused, seemingly understanding his thoughts. The worry and frustration vanished, and she leaned against the door, watching his back as he diligently typed, her eyes shimmering with tenderness.
His body only possessed a fraction of the spiritual light needed for typing; the rest was merely instinct. In other words, even his instincts didn't want to obtain her through such means, ending it entirely.
He was truly wonderful.
In the world of the book, Chu Ge's so-called "facing the wall" was in Qiu Wuji's secluded chamber, studying Qiu Wuji's swordplay insights carved in stone.
Before they became acquainted, Qiu Wuji had no intention of taking on disciples. All her legacy was contained within this chamber, which, in a sense, was also her own tomb. The outer layer was intricate with mechanisms and arrays, containing a few exquisite magical treasures—a veritable final boss-level labyrinth of this world.
The sword carvings on the stone wall at the core of the chamber were her legacy for a destined person millions of years later.
Now, it had all been left to her traitorous disciple, Chu Ge.
Previously, Chu Ge's cultivation was insufficient, so his entry was useless. Now, after experiencing various sword intent trials, he gained understanding and became completely absorbed in the stone carvings.
Qiu Wuji sat cross-legged in the center, watching Chu Ge study the carvings, his eyes softening.
Inside and outside the book, different scenes, the same thoughts.
"Hmph... this carving, nine shallow... oh no, from shallow to deep, elucidates the subtleties, truly encapsulating the essence of swordsmanship in this world. My current cultivation and understanding of swordsmanship can only grasp a shallow layer." Chu Ge turned around and sincerely said, "You're really amazing, Qiu... oh, Master."
"You wrote it," Qiu Wuji said lazily, forgetting to notice his slip of the tongue.
Chu Ge: "Uh? I didn't write that." Qiu Wuji snapped out of his reverie. He hadn't written that. This was something he did "outside the plot," and after severing his relationship with Chu Tiange. At the time, he felt he should leave a legacy for future generations, so he started carving it.
Actually, the process of carving this set of items was also the process of my clone gradually getting to know Chu Ge in the mortal world… Back then, my true body was in seclusion, mainly doing this kind of work.
"Ahem." Qiu Wuji coughed lightly, concealing his unease at being completely distracted, and straightened his face: "You can only grasp a shallow level. Do you realize how shallow your cultivation foundation is?"
"It's already alright… If we don't count the Golden Bell Cover and Plum Blossom Hand techniques from before, I've only formally practiced swordsmanship twice, totaling just a few days."
Qiu Wuji said calmly: "For others, it's genius speed, but you're different… Father God."
"Emmmm…"
"Everything in this world originated from your hands, so it can be considered as originally yours. Now you're just reclaiming it. It would be too shameful to be proud of this speed." Qiu Wuji sighed: "I know I'm pushing you too hard, but… I think you should be able to do it."
"Alright." Chu Ge said helplessly: "What else do you want to force me to do now? Just say it…"
"Nothing." Qiu Wuji said: "Haste makes waste." "I understand the principle. Now you have two choices; choose one."
"Which two?"
"One is to enter the Scripture Pavilion and thoroughly understand each floor. The other is to go to the Inner Sect Martial Arts Arena and challenge them one by one. The former accumulates theoretical knowledge, the latter accumulates practical combat skills."
"Why can't I challenge them during the day and study at night?"
"...You just complained that I was pushing you too hard." Chu Ge suddenly laughed: "Speaking of which...why are you in such a hurry?"
Qiu Wuji subconsciously replied: "So that you can travel the martial world."
"However, my current level seems to be much higher than the standard for most disciples to leave the mountain. I'm already qualified to travel the martial world."
Qiu Wuji was stunned for a while before realizing, oh yeah...
His standards were too high. In fact, the standard for inner sect disciples to leave the mountain is Foundation Establishment, and outer sect disciples can travel around after just a little Qi cultivation. Chu Ge is already considered to be in the late Foundation Establishment stage, and he's not just a pure cultivator; his swordsmanship has also accumulated to a certain extent. Most inner sect disciples are no match for him. "Does it really take until I reach the Golden Core stage to leave the mountain...? In most sects, a Golden Core cultivator is already considered an old monster, you know."
Chu Ge continued, "Theoretically, even if I were just a mortal, I could go out with you. With an invincible master protecting me, what could possibly happen? But I know you want me to fight on my own, to experience everything in this world, instead of just living off a woman..." Qiu Wuji's face hardened, his expression frosty: "Change your words."
"...Oh, that's the gist of it. Anyway, I can leave the mountain now, Master. If we're talking about practical training, let the martial world hone me. What's the point of sparring with disciples?"
Qiu Wuji stared blankly for a long time, feeling that his dream had come true too suddenly.
So, he could already be traveling the world with me, sword in hand.
What have I been pressuring him for these past few days...? It's made me conflicted, even my alternate account has betrayed me...
She was actually a little nervously expectant, cautiously asking, "Have you... decided where to go? Or are you just going to wander around aimlessly?"
"I have," Chu Ge said. "I'm not suited to appear in the focal points of the book's plot, like places where good and evil clash. I can't just stir things up; it would easily disrupt the story, which would be asking for trouble."
"So?"
"The world is vast. In places my pen hasn't touched, strange and wonderful stories are happening everywhere, with people not mentioned in the book..." "An undescribed treasure. We can have our sect gather information and see where there are interesting places not mentioned in the books, then we'll go there to play." Qiu Wuji became interested and transmitted his voice to the intelligence hall: "Send me a list of interesting things that have happened in various places recently." Chu Ge added: "If there really isn't anywhere to go, then I have a destination I can go to."
"Where?"
"Let's go find Little Flame to play... His place is not in the plot for the time being, and it's a demon cave, surrounded by all sorts of strange people, isn't that enough for me to train?" Qiu Wuji's expression became very strange.
How did his greatest enemy, the peerless demon lord who had fought him with wits and courage for many years, the Heaven-Burning and Earth-Destroying Yan Qianlie, become like this?
"I feel..." She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "You quite like him?"
Chu Ge said, "The original intention for him was to be a charismatic villainous hero, not a stepping stone like the Poison Hand Demon Lord. Of course, I have feelings for him. Besides..."
He paused, then said softly, "If you reflect the beauty and goodness in my heart, then he reflects the ferocity and violence within me. When I want to kill, my first reaction is to find him... Perhaps I always needed someone like him, instead of learning evil from him."
Qiu Wuji thought for a moment, then smiled slightly, "Then we don't need to look for anywhere to play. Yan Qianlie's hiding place, the Heart of Flames, is tens of thousands of miles away. I'm afraid you won't even have enough time to get halfway there in a few days. It's said that reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. I hope that on this journey to find the Little Flame, the world in this book will gradually become clearer in the Father God's heart, like another mortal world."
Chu Ge sighed deeply, "Then... let's go down the mountain!"