CH 57

Chu Ge, with the female lead as the group manager, settled down to write.

Although Qiu Wuji didn’t understand writing, she spoke with great wisdom. At least for their current exploratory goals, the importance of perfecting the worldview was higher than that of character-driven stories. Of course, the story couldn’t be neglected; readers read for the story, not just the worldbuilding.

It was just a reminder to himself to be more meticulous in this aspect. To depict every aspect of this world as if it were real.

That way, the world would naturally become more authentic.

From north to south, each place had its own style and customs, rather than looking the same everywhere. Throughout the seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter, the landscapes transformed, offering distinct views that varied with the passing of time rather than remaining unchanged.

And based on this, the stories would surely become more engaging and immersive.

Although this challenge was becoming increasingly difficult, it brought Chu Ge a sense of joy and the initial motivation he had as an author, striving to excel.

Setting aside any ulterior motives, he genuinely wanted to do this well.

Moreover, it seemed that the conditions had improved now… Along with cultivation came not only a better state of mind and sharper thinking but also enhanced memory. Many forgotten things from the past could be recalled. The poems, famous lines, scenic descriptions, and historical allusions that were once memorized and forgotten were now vividly remembered, as if they were fresh in his mind.

When is the best time for a person’s writing ability and imagination? It is during high school, when they truly immerse themselves in literature. Chu Ge has always believed this. He felt that his writing ability was much better back then, much better in many ways.

So now, it felt as if he had returned to those days. His writing had improved, and his imagination soared. He effortlessly incorporated poetic allusions, and what seemed daunting before now appeared not as difficult as he had imagined.

Furthermore… he started to experiment with multitasking, practicing cultivation while writing. Chu Ge felt that the current sensation was strange. When he looked at the words on the document, there was a hallucinatory visual effect, as if the text was becoming blurry and transforming into vague images.

It was a similar feeling to the day of Qiu Wuji’s Heavenly Dao Contract with Yan Qianli… observing the entire mortal world.

Every blade of grass, every tree, the joys and sorrows of the human world.

But it was all vague and unclear, without details.

…………

In the world of the book.

Chu Tiange was exploring inside a dungeon and casually remarked to his friends beside him, “Have you noticed that the scenery around us is becoming more vibrant? Even the blooming process of every cluster of flowers is starting to move us, as if we can sense the life contained within.”

His companion laughed and said, “That’s normal. After all, you have already reached the Foundation Establishment stage. The perspective of cultivators differs with each breakthrough. Didn’t you feel it right after your breaking through?”

Chu Tiange stared absentmindedly at the small flowers in the corner and the texture of the stone wall.

Was this due to the improvement of his cultivation? Perhaps… When he first broke through, there was indeed a sense of the world becoming more real, but he quickly got used to it and no longer felt that way. But now, he was starting to have this feeling again.

He had the impression that the world had become more vivid, as if the previously shrouded veil was slowly being lifted. He also felt more at ease, as if a pair of eyes that had been fixated on him were gradually fading away. The grasp of destiny that had enveloped him, both good and bad, was shifting, and the path was now under his own feet.

It must be an illusion. How could a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator experience something that only Nascent Soul experts could appreciate?

Just focus on doing your own thing. Chu Tiange chuckled and raised the long sword in his hand. “Let’s go, let’s see what’s on the next floor.”

In the distant Fire Prison Sect, Yan Qianli sat cross-legged amidst the blazing fire and slowly opened his eyes.

“I have also sensed… the true existence of the Heavenly Dao. It turns out Qiu Wuji discovered this earlier, and she has gone further than me…”

“But it doesn’t matter… now she and I are the same.” Yan Qianli looked at his palm as the fiery red flames gradually transformed into white flames. The scorching high temperature silently annihilated even the underground rock walls.

All of this was happening outside of the plot.

Chu Ge couldn’t possibly write about their understanding of the Heavenly Dao, but as every texture of the world became more vivid, those outstanding individuals would gradually approach reality.

Will they manage to defy the will of heaven?

At least for now, it still seemed like a puppet show.

Chu Ge focused all his attention and continued the predetermined plot: “Chu Tiange stepped into the depths of the underground cavern, where a green poisonous miasma filled the space. The air seemed to echo with the cries of resentful spirits, and crimson pupils flickered everywhere.”

“Chu Tiange tightly gripped the long sword in his hand, a knowing expression flashing in his eyes: ‘Nothing but a defeated remnant chased away by the Sect Leader, barely clinging to your divine soul. There’s no need to play tricks and deceive. Don’t you think so, Poison Hand Devil Lord?'”

The predestined stepping stone appeared as scheduled in the land of trials, with the will of heaven lingering, always there.

Although it was just a very routine plot, even bordering on cliché, Chu Ge found it effortless to write. However, if Chu Ge were to look in the mirror at this moment, he would realize that his expression was not the usual contemplation and focus when writing.

It was indifference.

The destinies of each character bloomed and extinguished at his fingertips, and the joys and sorrows of people’s lives were determined by him.

It was as if he could see… under the layers of mist, the distant beings were like ants.

…………

“Sigh…” Chu Ge finished writing a chapter, rubbed his slightly swollen head, and felt that his state just now was a bit strange. It didn’t feel like splitting his attention, but rather like being absent-minded, yet he wrote smoothly.

Well, the plot was too simple. It was just Chu Tiange tormenting the recovering divine soul of the Poison Hand Devil Lord and manipulating him to cause trouble for Yan Qianli. A fragmented chapter.

Even though it’s such a simple plot, he can write it even when absent-minded. Truly a genius! Hands on hips!

He checked his cultivation and fortunately, being absent-minded didn’t cause any problems. Hmm, I’m even more of a genius now! Hands on hips!

Chu Ge sighed, leaned back on the chair, and reminisced about the feeling of being absent-minded just now. How to describe that feeling… it was indescribable.

He looked at the ceiling, and a faint thought emerged: What if I directly write about Qiu Wuji madly falling in love with the Creator God?

It seemed like even a self-justification was possible. The extremely proud female sect leader looked down on all the men in the world, only crazily pursuing the Heavenly Dao in her heart, obsessively imagining the manifestation of the Heavenly Dao…

If this could be self-consistent, then she could undress tonight.

As soon as the thought arose, he viciously extinguished it. He couldn’t do that.

What he wanted was the real Qiu Wuji, not a manipulated puppet.

I wonder how she’s doing, playing in group chats and managing things…

Chu Ge clicked on his reader’s group and was dumbfounded.

Someone inside was posting pictures: “You guys keep going, Dad will come up with a solution.jpg.”

Below were a series of images and links.

“Kongyu was muted by administrator Qiu Wuji for one hour.”

“What is with this admin!”

“You guys chat, I’m going to sleep with the admin first.jpg.”

“Half-Zhi was muted by administrator Qiu Wuji for one hour.”

Chu Ge couldn’t imagine how many people Qiu Wuji had muted during the time he was writing… Normally, even his private chats would be flooded with complaints about this “abuse of power” by the new administrator. But when he checked, he found that not even a single person had approached him for a private chat.

Chu Ge quietly approached an old administrator in a private chat: “Hey, do you guys have no problem with her muting people like this?”

“No, everyone is too happy… Wait, ‘her’?”

“…Well, she’s really a female admin.” Chu Ge was speechless. “What do you mean by being too happy? Are you all masochists?”

“Damn, Brother Chu, you actually have female fans. Is this the river we’re in?”

“It’s more like the Tai River.jpg.” Chu Ge sent an emoji and continued, “Could it be that the ‘Law of Group Death Starting with a Female Admin’ is taking effect? Oops, I didn’t consider this…”

“No, no, this female admin is really fun. At first, someone posted certain codes, and she asked what they were. We even joked that nowadays there are netizens who don’t know what codes are. Turns out she’s a woman, hahaha. By the way, there aren’t many women these days who don’t know about these codes, right? Could she be a student?”

(( TL : You guys know what codes they are talking about right? Hentai codes or something! ))

Chu Ge: “Did you guys teach her how to search for codes?”

“Yeah, half an hour later, she came back after searching and muted the person who posted it, saying, ‘Birds of a feather flock together. You’re all perverts!'”

Chu Ge: “…”

“Everyone had a blast with this cute admin’s remarks. Mushroom even said, ‘Yes, birds of a feather flock together. Do you want to see a few of brother Chu’s favorite codes from the past?’ She said yes, and then she took a while to come back and started cursing people. Hahaha, it cracked me up.”

Chu Ge felt a darkness descend upon him.

You all seem to be having a great time!

If there’s no update this afternoon, it’s probably because my joyride ended in a car accident…