A group member slammed Chu Ge down with a single sentence: "Huh? Chu Ge, how do you know what movie Sect Leader Qiu watched?"
Chu Ge: "...Can't I chat with her privately?" The initial aggressive tone had weakened a hundredfold.
"Tsk, Chu Ge, you're up to no good. Chatting with the female admin about what movie she watched, isn't that harassment?"
Chu Ge retorted angrily: "You guys sending her smut isn't harassment, but mine is?"
"Chu Ge, get out of here, Qiu Qiu is mine."
"Get lost, she's mine."
"Qiu Qiu~ my Qiu Qiu~"
Chu Ge: "..." The thread completely veered off course; no one cared about Chu Ge's previous questions.
Chu Ge watched for a while, his expression becoming somewhat strange—everyone was now using the same emojis in their daily chats, all screenshots of Qiu Wuji's usual conversations.
Qiu Wuji: "Why are there still people begging to be banned? They even @ me so I won't see this."
Qiu Wuji: "You guys are so weird."
Qiu Wuji: "I often feel out of place with you guys because I'm not perverted enough.jpg"
One of them could be used to reply to Chu Ge:
Qiu Wuji: "Are you all masochists?"
Chu Ge's mind was completely overwhelmed by these chat screenshots and emojis. Looking at the screenshots of Qiu Wuji in the group chat, she unconsciously broke into a maternal smile.
Even though you're not here, you're everywhere. You've completely invaded my life.
Forget it, what's the point of causing trouble? She'll naturally find out about her father's sturdiness and masculinity later! Hmph.
"Brothers, I found an old song that's pretty funny."
"What song?"
"My Chicken, Eight Years Old."
"Did your phone break?"
"..." Qiu Wuji's time ended, turning into silly time.
Chu Ge closed the group chat and continued to look at her search history. If she didn't play with silly people, she'd go bad.
The initial search history was "Can I transfer money via WeChat without leaving any clues?"—and this was the first result!
Then came "What do I do if the female lead escapes from the book?" After that came searches for recipes, videos, various tidbits of knowledge, and…
"What kind of relationship is it when a man and woman live together?" Chu Ge's lips curled into a smile again.
"Is watching porn a sign of being a lecher?" he searched again. "Is watching porn a sign of being a pervert?"
Chu Ge laughed out loud.
"What does it mean if he wants over a thousand people to sleep with him?"
Chu Ge's smile vanished: "Damn!"
"If I help him with work, laundry, and cooking, does that count as independence?"
…
"Where should I take a girl?"
"What does it mean if a man wants to take you out?"
…
"Is it normal not to have a period?"
"Huh?" Chu Ge sat up straight and examined this search result carefully.
This was a serious academic question!
Qiu Wuji had been here for two months, and she definitely hadn't had her period… well, the kind where she gets angry doesn't count.
This body is unusual; it's a body she formed, theoretically not even a real physical body, because her cultivation, especially her split soul, doesn't allow her to create a physical body out of thin air. So, in a sense, it's acceptable to call it an illusory body… But she still gets hungry, has discharge that requires washing her face and brushing her teeth, everything is like an ordinary body, which Chu Ge has never quite understood, according to his own settings, it doesn't happen this way.
Can it only be attributed to the special nature of being transmigrated to this world?
He hadn't thought much about it before, but now, looking at it this way, since she gets hungry and has discharge, she should possess everything a physical body should have, like menstruation.
No menstruation is no small matter! This means she can't have children, right?
Chu Ge browsed the answers very seriously.
"Hello, it's normal to not have menstruation at menopause age."
"Pfft!" Chu Ge almost spat out his drink.
He could almost picture Qiu Wuji's angry and anxious expression when searching for this, her little face flushed red, looking like she wanted to slap someone through the internet.
After laughing, he drifted into a daze again.
If this setting really works, maybe he and she can't have a child?
Chu Muqiu and the school district house are just beautiful fantasies?
Never mind, it doesn't matter. If it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen.
Even if he really wanted one, he'd discuss it when he met her in person. A mere split soul can't make that decision.
He continued searching other results:
"He spends a very long time writing books and doesn't talk to me much. I feel very peaceful and calm, yet I'm also a little angry. What's wrong?"
Obviously, asking Baidu wouldn't yield an answer, unless he posted on a forum.
Qiu Wuji's search was obviously fruitless.
But Chu Ge stared blankly again.
So… this is the real reason you suddenly said you wanted to write a book?
So it would allow me to say more and experience my professional situation?
Will she be a little angry if I don't talk to her?
Chu Ge stared blankly, a smile unconsciously returning to his lips.
... The world within the book.
Qiu Wuji had long forgotten that she had even searched for this. The original reason she wanted to write a book was no longer important; the current Sect Leader Qiu was utterly humiliated! Utterly humiliated!
She had painstakingly written ten thousand words, and it hadn't even passed the initial screening stage! Not up to par? She'd try again!
This was a complete disgrace! Sect Leader Qiu was furious!
"You online novelists are so great! Novels are just derived from traditional storytelling and historical fiction, etc. I'll be your ancestor!"
While her true body was holding a small meeting with the sect's higher-ups, her divided soul angrily returned from outside and merged with her true body in a flash.
The sect leader, who was seriously assigning tasks, suddenly had an angry expression. All the elders present stared at this change, speechless with astonishment.
"Where did you suffer from your divided soul's wandering?"
Then someone solemnly asked, "Sect Leader, do you need us to settle scores?"
"Huh?" Qiu Wuji realized what was going on. Settle scores? Did you all go pick a fight with some mothers? She coughed twice, quickly adopting a serious expression: "Everyone, please carry out the tasks I just assigned. I'm going out for a while."
An elder advised, "Sect Leader, there are many important matters recently; we need you to oversee things."
"I'll be right back. The immortal mountain of the withered hermit isn't far from us."
"Uh, why does the Sect Leader need to see that pedantic scholar? We have no dealings with their lineage."
"I'm going to publish a book!"
"??? Traveling by the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening, Qiu Wuji's true form soon arrived at the withered hermit's immortal mountain, a thousand miles away.
Hovering high in the sky, looking down at the Ink Pool, she suddenly thought, "It's not as interesting as slowly riding home on the back of a bicycle."
Pah, why think about that? She took a deep breath: "Where is the withered hermit? Qiu Wuji of the Cloud Edge Sect pays her respects!"
The entire mountain trembled.
The Way of the Book is not thriving in this world, and its potential is low. Qiu Wuji is a renowned Transcending Tribulation cultivator, a powerful figure capable of annihilating entire sects, yet he personally came to pay homage! This is the biggest event in the mountain's thousand-year history!
The entire Immortal Mountain was extremely solemn. While secretly activating the mountain's protective array, the withered old man, steeling himself, rode a writing brush to greet him at the door: "Sect Master Qiu, your esteemed presence is an honor to this old man. Is there anything I can do for you…?"
"I want to write a book! I know you have many disciples and followers traveling the mortal realm. Help me publish it and distribute it throughout the lands!"
The old man nearly dropped his brush.
What do you want to do?
Even if you were to write something, shouldn't it be a handwritten decree of the Immortal Path, disseminated to all alliances, initiating an epic war between good and evil, a conflict that reaches the heavens?
You're telling me to write a book and distribute it throughout the mortal realm!
The old man asked again, his voice trembling, "What Sect Leader Qiu wrote... is it a folktale? W-what kind of story is it?"
"A story of a female knight-errant slaying demons, hmm, and a male protagonist supporting her—isn't that a classic trope?" Qiu Wuji asked expectantly.
The old man remained silent.
The plot is classic; many idle men in the mortal realm would enjoy it. And if it had a female protagonist, perhaps even young ladies would read it.
But you are Qiu Wuji.
The old man felt as if he had gone to the countryside to play with children, casually written a poem, "A Duck in Front of the Door," and then asked them if they liked it.
What's wrong with this world? Has the Creator suddenly lost his mind?