Chapter 247: Master And Disciple

“However, Qiu Wuji was impatient with her disciple Chu Ge’s progress in cultivation, and she pushed and urged him more urgently. Regardless of her disciple being just a Foundation Building cultivator and a fragile soul, she forced him into the Icebound Sword Platform, aiming for rapid advancement…”

“Her own sword intent was no joke, much like the Sword Trial Cave, with thousands of sword energies surrounding him. While his cultivation benefited greatly from being in this environment, every extra moment was also torment.”

“But what else could she do? Just like when she pushed him to endure for four hours in the Sword Trial Cave, he suffered greatly, but it showed its value later when facing external enemies. If she pampered him and delayed his progress due to pity, who knew what kind of enemies he might encounter next?”

“He wanted to roam the world, familiarize himself with every detail of this world, and then control all the laws of the world at his fingertips. The rising and setting of the sun and moon would be at his command… Qiu Wuji believed he could do it.”

“But… seeing her disciple frozen with a pale face on the brink of collapse, it was hard for Qiu Wuji not to feel heartache. Each sword strike felt like a blade cutting into her heart.”

“He’s still just a child…”

Even the emotionless typing machine’s cheeks trembled involuntarily; well, it’s okay, this is not for public release. I can read it myself, even if I have to die of embarrasment.

Continuing to write:

“She couldn’t stop prematurely, or else his comprehension would be greatly diminished, and he might develop laziness and dependence, which would be detrimental to his willpower.”

“But she also worried that if he persevered to the point of damaging his soul, he might be left with irreparable hidden injuries and fear. What should she do?”

“Qiu Wuji bit her lower lip tightly. After a long, long time, she sighed gently and silently descended onto the stone platform, sitting behind her disciple.”

The side story was written without much embellishment, and the writing style didn’t matter. However, the terrifying part was that Chu Ge’s portrayal of Qiu Wuji’ thoughts perfectly matched what Qiu Wuji herself was thinking. Who knows whether it was because he wrote it this way, so she thought like that, or if it was due to their deep connection.

It was like when Qiu Wuji wanted to change her mindset and compete for hegemony. At that time, Chu Ge’s main story was written in the same way, like a predetermined web.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

But this time, it was slightly different…

Because Qiu Wuji had asked him to write this. In a situation where she knew he would write it this way, she still had the same thoughts. It was like the classic question- which came first: chicken or egg?

Whether this silent descent onto the stone platform was her own intention or something she was “forced” into, Qiu Wuji didn’t bother to distinguish.

After all, with the excuse of being “forced by the wicked Creator God to do this,” there was no need to think too much about it.

Qiu Wuji gently bit her lower lip and looked at Chu Ge’s trembling back. After a slight hesitation, she softly embraced him, saying, “Be good, endure a little longer, contemplate the sword intent diligently. Master is here with you…”

In the midst of his shivering, Chu Ge felt like he had entered a warm and soft cloud, much like a traveler returning from a snow-covered journey to step into a cozy, warm room.

In the room, there was a gentle smile and soft murmurs in his ear.

The icy winds and frosty blades around him no longer felt bone-chilling. The severe cold that froze his soul had receded, and his soul found refuge in this warmth.

Qiu Wuji’ face blushed slightly as she watched him transition from trembling to tranquility. She felt quite satisfied.

She was holding onto him, but it wasn’t because she wanted to hug a man; it was written by the mischievous Heavenly Dao. This excuse worked like a charm; Qiuqiu is truly clever.

However, she didn’t realize that she had opened Pandora’s Box.

Once the extras are already written, who would be satisfied with just a hug!

The emotionless typewriter continued to type with flying fingers: “Amidst the heavy snowfall, the surroundings were all white, and on the sword platform, a man and a woman embraced each other. From afar, in this desolate world, it seemed like only this pair of men and women remained, eternal as if they were sculptures.”

“Qiu Wuji had dedicated herself to cultivation for countless years and had never harbored any romantic feelings. However, in this moment, with their bodies pressed closely together, she gradually felt a hint of affection.”

“What should be a harbor amidst the swirling snowflakes, a sanctuary for the soul, was not just experienced by Chu Ge but also by her.”

“What’s even stranger is that the area where her back touched him started to tingle slightly. It felt like a warm current surging into her heart and spreading throughout her being.”

Qiu Wuji: “…”

What was this strange feeling?

Logically, in the real world, her alternate self shamelessly showed affection for him every day, and he even climbed Qiu Wuji Peak, so a simple hug shouldn’t make her feel this way.

Uh, could it be because the physical body here was different? After all, the alternate self’s body wasn’t her true form, and being used to physical contact with him didn’t mean that this ancient virgin body… could handle such close proximity.

Qiu Wuji was breathing softly, her face flushed, wanting to let go.

But she found that her wayward disciple was holding onto her tightly, his hand wrapped around her waist, not allowing her to leave. He whispered, “Master… just a little longer, just a little, I’m about to comprehend the sword intent…”

As he spoke, he even nuzzled her head against hers.

Are you really comprehending sword intent? Qiu Wuji was both angry and anxious; I’m the one who taught you the trick of writing extras, can I not know what you’re comprehending? Are you comprehending brainwaves?

She wanted to pull her hand away, but the side story continued: “Faced with her disciple’s clinginess, Qiu Wuji couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, it’s really a tragic fate.”

After all, we’ve already hugged, and a little more hugging doesn’t seem to be a big deal… I do have feelings myself… Why not just indulge for once? Besides, he doesn’t know…

“Just this once…” Qiu Wuji gritted her teeth and said with frustration, “You have ten breaths, if you don’t finish by then, I’m going to beat you up.”

“Okay.” Chu Ge replied cautiously. “Then, Master, please help me properly.”

Qiu Wuji had a stern expression. “What do you want?”

Chu Ge replied, “I’m feeling really cold in front…”

Qiu Wuji laughed angrily. “Taking advantage of the situation?”

Chu Ge pouted and said, “No, I’m really cold in front… Master, you’re a kind person, please help…”

I wrote all the extras myself, how could I not know what you’re thinking?

Continuing to write; “Qiu Wuji hesitated. Since she had already hugged his back, what difference would it make to hug from the front? It was just ten breaths. She also wondered what it would feel like to hug his front.”

“She sighed softly and was about to move in front of her disciple to hug him gently.”

“But her disciple suddenly moved, pulling her into his arms as they sat down cross-legged.”

“Hey, what are you doing!” Qiu Wuji panicked and pushed Chu Ge, who was trying to lean down, away. “This is my real self; don’t go too far! I-I might really get angry!”

Chu Ge looked at the stern and aloof “Sect Master” who had been toyed into this disheveled appearance by an extra story. He felt both itchy and amused, but also a bit sighful deep down.

Really, if he continued writing, he could have her.

Under the Heavenly Dao, a puppeteer.

However…

The typewriter’s fingers finally paused for a moment and then continued: “Chu Ge said, ‘Master, just hugging like this is enough. I’m already very satisfied…'”

In the story and in reality, both fell into silence.

Qiu Wuji, dressed in her cold and aloof sword attire, was curled up in her disciple’s embrace like a kitten.

Amidst the raging snowstorm and swirling sword intent, this man and woman huddled together. It was unclear whether she was keeping him warm or he was protecting her.

After what felt like an eternity, far beyond ten breaths, Qiu Wuji slowly regained her composure. She gritted her teeth and said, “You… shameless disciple! What exactly did you write?”

Chu Ge chose not to say that it was her own idea to write this extra. Otherwise, her face would be even more embarrassed.

He acted as if nothing had happened and changed the topic, “I’ve comprehended the frosty sword intent and obtained a set of three techniques for the Ice Profound Sword Art. Is there anything missing, Master?”

Qiu Wuji was stunned for a while, then suddenly grabbed him off the sword platform. “You’ve exhausted everything; do you still want to linger inside? You… defiant disciple!”

Chu Ge forced a smile, “I just wanted to make sure it’s all complete…”

Qiu Wuji’ eyes were as cold as frost, and her whole body exuded sword intent. She angrily pinched Chu Ge’s ear. “Go back to face the wall. You won’t have dinner tonight!”

“Yes, yes…”

The extra story ended with a period and an additional subtitle: “The Blooming of the Withered Willow.”

As Chu Ge was dragged away by the ear, he couldn’t help but think that if they were really in a master-disciple relationship, this is how a good book about deterioration of filial piety often starts…..

But it’s best to write it just as a “Few Things” between master and disciple. He suspected that when she created the temptation, she didn’t anticipate that writing too much would make her want to resist the Heavenly Dao even more.

It’s enough to have a beginning. How to continue to deteriorate later is up to us!