Chapter 303: Spying Through Time

Chapter 303: Spying Through Time

Qiu Wuji leaned into Chu Ge’s shoulder, and together, the author and the female protagonist read about how the author wrote the female protagonist in the book.

It felt rather strange; they both had a sense of embarrassment and yet an inexplicable sweetness.

At this moment, Chu Ge realized the benefit of having sentences altered – whenever he saw something embarrassing, he could say that it was changed by others, not my fault.

Gradually, they moved beyond the moments that had been altered and were drawn into the story.

The plot remained the same, the story was still the same, and they found themselves immersed.

Chu Ge’s vision began to blur slightly, and his sense of hearing also grew fuzzy. Unbeknownst to him, he started to see distant memories, the green hills and rivers of the past, the year of swirling snow in the clouds.

Chu Tiange was in the outskirts of a town, adventuring with his friends and completing a low-level dungeon to make a final effort before the outer disciple selection.

The scene suddenly shifted, and Qiu Wuji sat cross-legged in the mountains, playing a melody on her zither as snowflakes swirled around her.

Several elders stood beside her, listening attentively. She inquired, “Are there any outstanding disciples in the upcoming outer disciple selection?”

One of the elders responded, “There is a disciple named Cheng Hao, renowned in the outer sect, one of the best in recent years. There’s also someone called Chu Tiange; they say he defeated inner sect disciples, but he appears quite ordinary.”

Qiu Wuji nodded slightly and said, “This time, I will personally observe the competition.”

The scenes were becoming a bit blurry, the voices distorted, as if... he had found an old CD in an ancient house, inserted it into a vintage VCD player, and it showed Jackie Chan’s face from a long time ago, while Qi Qin sang “Past Events Gone with the Wind.” Then the sound stuttered, attempting to fast-forward, but the image shattered. When he came to his senses, it was already the present, years later.

There was no longer the red hue of the dungeon, no green mountains and white snow.

The aloof Qiu Wuji now nestled in his arms, reading a book together.

Chu Ge looked at the words in the book with a distant expression. The brief image from a moment ago left him with a sense of excitement.

Unexpectedly, through the mirrored reflection of the physical book, he hadn’t found a pathway between two worlds... he had found a pathway to time.

Gone with the Wind... But this wind seemed to be capturable.

Indeed... if we say that the Heavenly Dao oversees, what he should see is not just the present and is not just about weaving the future.

In essence, it is about witnessing the eternal flow of the ancient river and weaving together the threads of time.

If we talk about changes in space... space and time should be interdependent. The flow of time in the two realms has always been different. What is the present? If we can’t break through time, how do we build a bridge of connection? Even if a channel is established, what point in time does it connect to?

“Interesting, it’s getting more and more fascinating... no wonder I couldn’t find a way to establish the channel. It turns out it’s not just a bridge in space,” Chu Ge muttered to himself. “This reference from the mirror is indeed intriguing, very intriguing...”

Qiu Wuji lifted her head gently from his embrace to look at his contemplative expression.

Just now, she couldn’t see anything; that was the realm of experience belonging to Chu Ge. He was the Heavenly Dao, and he could have these feelings, but she couldn’t.

Under his own pen, Chu Tiange’s storyline was filled with various battles and had very little involvement with Xie Yun’er. Outside the storyline, there wasn’t much connection either.

Chu Tiange simply had no thoughts of romantic entanglements, and any red threads attached to Qiu Wuji remained white.

Still, Chu Ge couldn’t help but feel that while he was observing and overseeing through his writing, he often saw Chu Tiange raise his head and gaze at the sky, as if in a father-son eye contact.

“He must be sensing my presence,” Chu Ge told Qiu Wuji.

“He said before that it would be better if he didn’t see you. It’s clear he’s wanting to break through to the Cross Tribulation stage before meeting you,” Qiu Wuji said.

“Hmm...” Chu Ge silently met eyes with his “son” for a moment before shifting his gaze away.

As if sensing something, Chu Tiange also withdrew his gaze from the sky.

The Heavenly Dao’s gaze had now fallen beyond, onto a small country in the mortal realm, completely unrelated to the storyline.

The small country was in the midst of spring planting, and the application of various magical artifacts gave Chu Ge a sense of modernized farming. The nation’s young people were engaged in studying — Qiu Wuji was piloting an experimental compulsory education.

Chu Ge found this change very interesting, despite how bewildering it was. He wondered when these changes would bear fruit.

Amidst the various developments in the storylines and beyond, Yan Qianli had finally finished refining the pill.

“Are you sure you want to use this Spirit Soul Jade Pill to break through the Golden Core stage?” Little Flame made a final confirmation, appearing somewhat exasperated. “This pill is meant to aid in transcending to the Divine Transformation stage. I’ll ask you one more time... Don’t come back to me with health problems if you blow yourselves up.”

Qiu Wuji examined the pill in her hand from different angles, her eyes filled with amazement. “This pill’s quality...”

Little Flame crossed his arms. “You mean it’s extraordinary, right? Yes, it is. From ancient times to the present, there has never been such a good Spirit Soul Jade Pill. If the pill had a thirty percent chance of assisting in breaking through to the Divine Transformation stage in the past, now it’s at eighty percent. It’s quite literally otherworldly, and it shouldn’t exist in this world.”

“Is this because of your cooperation with Qingyan?”

“Yes,” Little Flame answered nonchalantly. “Through this alchemical process, I’ve gained some insights. I’ll be able to thoroughly defeat you when I go back.”

Qiu Wuji scoffed, “I’ve gained insights too, and it’s not any less than you. What do you know?”

What she had gained insights into was time, and while it was still in its early stages and quite rudimentary, it was a level of understanding that was otherworldly.

Chu Ge had no idea to what extent Qiu Wuji had gained insights. At least he himself had only scratched the surface.

Little Flame couldn’t be bothered to argue with her. “I’m going back. The world there is about to go into a major war. You can stay here, wrapped up in your romance. Breaking through to the Golden Core stage with diligence would be quite an accomplishment.”

Qiu Wuji, “...”

One red and one blue flame vanished into thin air.

Chu Ge and Qiu Wuji, each holding their pill with shimmering lights, suddenly remembered that it had been a very long time since Qiu Wuji here had returned to her original self.