Chapter 246: Side Story: A Few Things About Qiu Wuji And Her Disciple

Sometimes, Chu Ge would doubt his own judgment because there were some logical issues here.

Take Wang Ming as an example. If people’s awareness of him increased, making them believe more and more in the existence of “a real Wang Ming,” then in people’s minds, Wang Ming should be a hotheaded and brainless fighter. In other words, his character setting should become more rigid, which could be refered to as deeply ingrained…

It’s like when people believe that Guan Yu, with a red face and a green hat, wields the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, and that image becomes fixed, while what he actually looks like doesn’t matter.

From this perspective, people’s awareness doesn’t necessarily make the world more real; instead, it tends to make it more rigid and stereotypical.

But Wang Ming did start to change, and he’s even becoming a monk… How does this logic work?

Could it be that it’s not important how people perceive him, but rather that they need to have some perception of him in the first place? Everyone having a notion of his existence makes him more real, and it doesn’t matter what others think of him?

That makes sense… What a person is actually like doesn’t change based on others’ perceptions. Guan Yu still uses his spear, despite what people believe about his weapon.

Anyone who says Chu Ge is short doesn’t change the fact that he’s actually quite tall!

On this unique stage where the world becomes real, he first needs to have a presence, and then he can think about other things.

Coincidentally, Wang Ming is a minor character who will never appear again in the future, and the “heavenly dao” is no longer overseeing him, so he has his own life now.

Suddenly, Chu Ge wondered if in future chapters, he wanted to write a few more lines about Wang Ming, but he had already left the Cloud Horizon Sect. How would that work? Would he write that Wang Ming felt unsuitable as a monk and returned to secular life…

Of course, he wouldn’t write about him again; it would be meaningless filler. However, such a life was indeed quite tragic, so Qiu Wuji wanted to break free.

Ever since the forced ascension that led to the emergence of the Little Flame, Qiu Wuji hasn’t mentioned breaking free from the heavenly path again. But Chu Ge understood that this was undoubtedly still her ultimate goal.

And his as well.

He wanted the real person, not a paper doll manipulated by him, even though she already looks so much like a real person now… But it’s only a ‘likeness.’ Her life is still controlled by his pen, and she’s still in a situation where she would die even if he ever thought of it.

If he were to write about explicit scene between Qiu Wuji and Heavenly Dao disciple Chu Ge, she probably…

She had never escaped this situation; it was just that because they were now in love, they no longer emphasized it deliberately.

“Wang Ming’s self-change is proof that we’re on the right path,” Chu Ge laughed. “Moreover, we’ve experimented before, and this kind of progress greatly enhances my control over the world. Especially with details I won’t explicitly write about, like when the sun rises, I can start influencing that with just a word. These privileges of being the Heavenly Dao are becoming more substantial. As long as we continue, success is just a matter of time.”

Qiu Wuji glanced around, “Try to use ‘Heavenly Dao’ sparingly. When you get used to saying it behind people’s backs, you might slip up in front of them, so be careful.”

“Alright…”

“Our approach is indeed correct, and the visible changes are happening,” Qiu Wuji said. “But your strength must match it. Otherwise, it’s like giving you the permission to edit the script without the skill to do so effectively—useless.”

“That’s a good metaphor, haha…”

“There have been precedents. When you modified my ascension, you turned pale and almost had internal injuries. If more serious events occur, you won’t be able to control them.”

“Well… but it seems like you’re talking about the Heavenly Dao too.”

Qiu Wuji glared.

Chu Ge tilted his head.

“Fine, we won’t talk about it,” Qiu Wuji gritted her teeth, her expression stern. “Let’s get to work.”

Chu Ge brightened up, “Right here? Won’t it be a bit cold?”

Qiu Wuji sneered, “Exactly, right here. This is the stone platform I was just cultivating on. Go feel the chilling sword intent. I’ve also left an advanced flying sword technique here. How much you can comprehend depends on how long you can endure.”

Chu Ge: “?”

What do you mean…how long you can endure?

Qiu Wuji looked at the sky with her hands behind her back, “What do you expect to face when you come here? Don’t you have any idea in your mind?”

Oh, right, this is the cold and stern Qiu Wuji, not the adorable Qiu Qiu.

Chu Ge sniffed, “Can’t your two personas be less distinct?”

“No,” Qiu Wuji swept her sleeves.

Chu Ge let out a pitiful scream and fell off the platform as if on a cloud.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!” Frosty sword intent formed a prison around, making it impossible to escape.

The bone-chilling cold penetrated his soul, and Chu Ge shivered, clutching his body. “So cold…Qiu Wuji, what the hell…”

Qiu Wuji turned around expressionlessly and left.

…

Back in the real world.

Qiu Wuji carefully brewed a cup of spiritual tea for the typing Chu Ge.

Chu Ge’s eyes were vacant, and his ten fingers typed away like a typewriter, seemingly unaware of her presence. He was like an instinct-driven shell of a body, with his only trace of consciousness entirely focused on typing.

Qiu Wuji sighed in relief. She was worried that after being bullied over there, he would come rushing here for revenge. At that time, poor little assistant Qiu Qiu, would she resist…

Chu Ge’s shell-like body suddenly moved, reaching out to pick up the tea cup and taking a sip. “So cold…Qiu Wuji, what the hell…”

The cup was placed back, and he continued typing.

Qiu Wuji: “…”

She leaned in close and whispered softly, “How about you write an unpublished little side story where Qiu Wuji warms her disciple in her embrace to fend off the cold. Can the Creator God allow himself to be bullied by a foul woman he created with his own pen? Fool.”

She wasn’t sure if Chu Ge’s host body heard her, but Qiu Wuji blushed and felt her face heat up. She didn’t wait for his reaction, instead, she lowered her head and quietly slipped away.

Qiu Wuji, oh Qiuqiu, how could you fall so low?

Giving away herself is one thing, but spreading slanderous words to trap the main account in a steamy situation is another.

Isn’t this akin to the treacherous concubine who corrupts the emperor’s heart?

Maybe I should write a diary to criticize myself…

…

In the world of the book:

Even though Chu Ge knew he was coming here to be forced into practice, he hadn’t expected it to be this direct and brutal.

This place wasn’t just about the snowflakes the size of goose feathers. The stone platform seemed to be constructed with a special array, concentrating the most extreme cold.

It was inscribed with runes containing insights into the icy sword intent that Qiu Wuji had comprehended, as well as a complete set of flying sword techniques. Combined with the frigid environment, it made practicing more harmonious.

If a real disciple came here, it would be a heaven-sent opportunity, transforming them into a formidable expert overnight.

Chu Ge also understood that this was a good thing, but how should he put it… *sigh*. The gap between the world in the book and the one outside was too vast. This Qiu Wuji was really ruthless…

He had to force his thoughts away from romantic encounters and seriously focus on his practice. Due to his soul form, understanding the runes and such was more direct than for an ordinary person, somewhat resembling enlightenment, directly touching his soul.

Chu Ge could clearly feel the fusion of sword intent and icy chill, as if ice spires were rising from the depths of an ocean, like a sword piercing the heavens, traversing the firmament. Dense and cold ice fog swirled around, coiling like a dragon.

Chu Ge couldn’t help but admire it inwardly. He hadn’t written Qiu Wuji with these abilities, but she had created them herself, standing out in the world with her self-realization and self-creation.

This was the true Qiu Wuji.

But… it’s so cold, so exhausting…

I can hardly bear it… my soul feels like it’s freezing, and it’s as if I’m being repeatedly cut by a thousand swords. This discomfort is really indescribable and shouldn’t be inflicted on others!

Qiuqiu, this is too cruel. This could have been done step by step, why this?

Even though he admired her, he wasn’t a true masochist. Bullying someone like this… just you wait, see how I bully you when I get back, hmph.

Just as he was thinking this, a demonic murmur echoed in the depths of his soul, “Write an unpublished side story where Qiu Wuji warms her disciple in her embrace to fend off the cold. Can the Creator God allow himself to be bullied by a foul woman he created with his own pen? Fool.”

Chu Ge blinked.

It had been a long time since he dared to write something that Qiu Wuji wouldn’t like, as he had promised “let’s discuss it” before they started their romantic relationship.

But this time…

Did Qiuqiu really say this herself?

Was it a hallucination caused by the extreme cold, making him have such thoughts? Would Qiuqiu actually say something like that?

Is it wrong to do this… Chu Ge, oh Chu Ge, how could you be so shameless? I won’t do this!

The lifeless body in front of the screen opened a new document and typed, letter by letter: “Side Story: A Few Things About Qiu Wuji And Her Disciple.”

While he might have resisted internally, his body was quite honest…