People's first reaction was that Chu Ge was too crazy. Maintaining a daily update of 10,000 words was already difficult enough, yet he could still find the time to write a side story, which seemed to be continuously updated.
Moreover, Qiu Wuji's past was essentially left unsaid in the book, a blank space. Writing a serialized autobiography of Qiu Wuji would be tantamount to starting a new book, what's the difference between that and writing two books at once?
But it must be admitted that at this moment, the most popular character in the book wasn't the protagonist Chu Tiange, but the increasingly vivid Qiu Wuji. People were already very interested in Qiu Wuji's past, even more so than the main text itself.
Releasing the autobiography at this time was indeed a good way to attract readers and benefit the book's performance, which is why Chu Ge said, "Consider it working for me."
At this moment, Chu Ge was unaware of the significance of this autobiography for Qiu Wuji's own cultivation. He was staring in astonishment at the skyrocketing number of comments on the chapters.
Damn, I don't even have this many comments on the main text!
Although posting this in the work-related section is free, isn't this a bit too much?
Only now did he truly realize how popular his book was… and how incredibly popular Qiu Wuji was among readers.
"Even if it's written like a primary school student's essay, I'll still vote for it for Qiu Qiu's autobiography."
"Author, you've got your vote."
"By the way, have you guys read it yet? It's really well-written."
"Waaaa, my poor Qiu Qiu was so pitiful when she was little…"
"Haha, haven't had a chance to read it yet… Anyway, it's written by Chu Da, so it must be at least decent. Did you really think there was a Qiu Qiu who wrote it herself?"
"Now I suspect Chu Da is a girl. Look at how he imitates Qiu Qiu's tone in his autobiography, it's so lifelike."
"The person upstairs is right, female author confirmed!"
Chu Ge remained silent.
This isn't my writing, it really is a Qiu Qiu who wrote it herself.
Qiu Qiu's autobiography writing level is probably a hundred times higher than her story-making level.
Or maybe it's not that her level has improved, but rather that her stories themselves are very emotionally engaging.
Because it's a true story, something that can still be recalled after countless ages naturally carries weight.
The rest of the story is predictably just as interesting… It's not an invincible tale, but a story of arduous struggle and perseverance.
The more she thought about it, the more she realized how calm she was when she discovered it was all someone else's story, the psychological collapse she felt. The fact that she didn't snap her sword back then was a testament to her remarkable composure.
But thankfully… at least she could confirm that Chu Ge hadn't written about these past events; they were real experiences.
If she were to write about it, then it would be her own life, written by herself.
At this moment, Qiu Wuji sat on the curb, carrying a vegetable basket, also looking at her phone.
Seeing the enthusiasm people had for this side story, she didn't know what to feel.
Perhaps everyone thought it was a made-up story… that didn't matter. Reading is about reading someone else's story, even if it's real history; it's the same experience.
The key is that it let everyone know about the Qiu Wuji that no one else knew.
"Handsome with his face on, he's the leader of this work."
"Blue Little Pill is the leader of this work."
"Let me tell you upfront," Panda was smugly saying in the group, "This leadership is for Qiuqiu's autobiography, not for Shorty Ge."
Chu Ge: "It's plain for all to see! How can an author who writes 10,000 words a day be called shorty!"
"Who's 'Wan'?"
Chu Ge changed Panda's group ID to "Wan".
Wan: "?" Qiu Wuji laughed out loud as he watched, then silently added Panda back after blocking him.
"Considering you led the leadership for Qiuqiu's autobiography, don't act like a grandfather next time."
Qiu Wuji looked up in a good mood, then suddenly thought of something even more amusing. So I really can help him write a book as an assistant! This can't just be paid off with rent; he has to pay me!
How much?
One thousand? Leader's share?
Qiu Wuji looked at his WeChat wallet. Chu Ge had transferred ten thousand this morning with a wave of his hand… How do I calculate this? "Hmm... I'll talk about it later. First, I need to do what an assistant should do, like buying tea for the boss.
Why drink cola all day? Baidu says it's bad for you.
Qiu Wuji's eyes darted around. She quietly slipped away to a secluded spot and snapped her fingers.
The shopping basket vanished into thin air, appearing directly in her kitchen. Her shirt and jeans transformed into an office lady outfit, her ponytail loosened, and she quickly transformed from a girl next door into a sophisticated office worker.
She bought the clothes initially to deliberately familiarize herself with modern life, but now it doesn't matter. She can change as she pleases.
Cosplaying is pretty fun!
There's a tea shop just around the corner. Qiu Wuji has been eyeing it for a while now; the antique-style facade gives it a welcoming feel. Chu Ge said before that things here must be very expensive, like they're ripping people off. Now she's not worried!
Ripping people off? This sect leader is a bargain hunter now!
Stepping into the shop, the interior is classically elegant, and there's even a girl in a cheongsam playing the guzheng. In one corner, there was a rockery and flowing spring, the babbling water echoing the sound of the guzheng.
Qiu Wuji looked on with increasing delight; it was the first time she had seen such classical charm in this world.
The guzheng player, seeing a guest arrive, gracefully stood up: "Would you like to try some tea?"
Qiu Wuji said, "Is it alright if I just listen to the guzheng?"
The player: "..."
"Alright, alright," Qiu Wuji said, "Would you like to try a few teas first?"
"Sure, this way please." The player regained her professional smile and led Qiu Wuji to the tea table.
The tea table was carved from root wood, and Qiu Wuji could tell it was quite valuable. The player listed a row of teas, which she also thought were quite expensive… Watching the player elegantly prepare the gongfu tea, Qiu Wuji suddenly wondered why she had come here. Chu Ge only needed large pots of tea instead of cola, not this whole thing…
Hmm, but she could learn it. This whole thing was quite interesting, and she could even do it back in that world; it looked very refined.
"Please try this Tieguanyin, sir." The young female shop assistant deftly poured the tea. "This is a low-roasted tea, with a light flavor, a pleasant aftertaste, and a smooth texture..." Qiu Wuji didn't understand what she was talking about, but lowered her head and took a small sip.
The aroma of the tea filled her mouth, and Qiu Wuji was slightly taken aback, a hint of fierceness appearing in her eyes.
This tea... has a spiritual energy?
Extremely faint, imperceptible without careful observation, but Qiu Wuji was incredibly sensitive to such things; she was almost certain that this tea truly possessed a spiritual energy!
Where did this spiritual energy come from?
It wasn't from the tea leaves themselves, nor from the water...
Qiu Wuji sized up the shop assistant for a moment, then shook her head. This girl was just an ordinary person, not someone she had brought along.
Seeing her shake her head, the shop assistant smiled apologetically, "Then let's try another one? This one is roasted a little higher..."
Qiu Wuji took another sip, then shook her head again.
This one had no spiritual energy.
Her gaze lingered for a moment, then settled on the gaiwan in the shop assistant's hands.
The two cups of tea were served in different gaiwans… so the previous spiritual energy was contaminated by the teaware?
Seeing her still shaking her head, the shop assistant said, "How about we change to Wuyi rock tea…"
"Wait a minute," Qiu Wuji asked, "Do you sell teaware here too?"
The shop assistant smiled, "Of course we do. We also have excellent Yixing teapots. People say that brewing tea in our Yixing teapots is good for your health, and we have many repeat customers."
Qiu Wuji felt more confident: "Then let me see the teaware first?"
Standing in front of the Yixing teapot display case, the small teapots were adorable, about the size of a palm, while the large ones could hold a pound or two and were quite spacious. Qiu Wuji looked at them with a slight smile.
She had never seen the gaiwan brewing method before, but she was familiar with the firing method of these Yixing teapots. Their tea brewing methods were also similar, and she had done considerable research on the materials used to make teapots. Suddenly, she felt like she had encountered a professional.
However, she wasn't an expert in Yixing teapots, but the teapot itself didn't matter; what she cared about was the spiritual energy.
All the purple clay teapots here faintly carry a trace of spiritual energy, suggesting that the mine that produces the clay itself is a spiritually rich deposit. The spiritual energy in the ore is very thin. Does this mean the land itself possesses spiritual energy, or does it mean there's some treasure underground that has imbued the entire mine with spiritual energy?
This was the first thought of a cultivator who had spent his entire life fighting for treasures in the cultivation world. If there was a treasure… would it be beneficial to Chu Ge's cultivation?
"Does the customer like any particular style?" the saleswoman asked with a smile. "This small purple clay teapot is quite nice, perfect for a beautiful lady like you. It can even be used as a hand warmer, and it's good for your skin..."
"Huh?" Qiu Wuji snapped out of his treasure-hunting reverie and blurted out, "The biggest one, the one that holds two pounds!"
Saleswoman: "?"
Qiu Wuji smiled elegantly: "Actually, I'm buying it for my boss. I'm just a secretary."
The saleswoman was envious: "With such a beautiful and elegant lady as your secretary, your boss must be worth hundreds of millions."
Chu Ge sneezed in his rented room.
"Ahem." Qiu Wuji asked, "So, how much is this large teapot?"
"9888."
Qiu Wuji: "..."
"This is local purple clay, already considered very cheap..."
You call this cheap? Of course, if you factor in the spiritual energy, it is indeed very cheap, but I don't think you all know that.
Qiu Wuji asked, somewhat speechless, "How much were those teas before?"
"The first brew was 3,000 per jin (500g), the second brew was 5,888." Qiu Wuji remained expressionless and turned to leave.
"Hey, miss, wait!" The saleswoman chased after him. "If you're serious about buying, we can talk about it." Qiu Wuji felt there was no way to negotiate. His masterful technique of haggling over prices was completely useless here, unless he could actually cut off a whole digit! I thought Chu Ge had some wealth now, but it turns out he can't even afford tea…
The tea itself is secondary, but I really want this purple clay teapot. If Chu Ge could drink tea brewed in this pot, it would be very helpful for his cultivation…
Just as I was hesitating, a woman's voice came from outside the door: "If this beautiful lady wants it, I'll make the decision—half price, let's be friends!"
Qiu Wuji turned around and saw a woman in her thirties stride in, running towards him: "Just need this young lady to tell you what skincare products you usually use, and where you get your spa treatments? Let's be friends, okay?"
Qiu Wuji looked at the shop assistant, who covered her forehead: "This is our young master."