Over there, Chu Ge was typing away when he started to get restless.
Why did Qiu Wuji take so long to buy groceries? It's almost noon.
Having barely finished writing and publishing the new chapter, Chu Ge couldn't sit still any longer. He got up and paced around the living room, wondering if he should call her.
Just as he reached the door, it clicked open. Qiu Wuji looked at the bewildered Chu Ge with some surprise, then realized why, and her eyes quickly curved into crescents: "I'm back."
Chu Ge breathed a sigh of relief, then his eyes widened: "Why are you wearing office attire again?"
It's been a long time since he'd seen such an intellectual air about her; she's truly beautiful.
His gaze unconsciously drifted down to see if she was wearing black stockings and high heels.
And she really was!
Qiu Wuji, expressionless: "Have you seen enough?"
"You..." Chu Ge smiled ingratiatingly: "It's been a long time since I dressed like this."
"I'm your little assistant now, this is the most fitting outfit."
Chu Ge chuckled: "Right, right, right!"
Qiu Wuji took off her high heels and entered, her small feet in black stockings stepping onto the floor: "Where are my slippers?"
Chu Ge bent down to pick up the slippers and eagerly brought them over: "Disciple is changing Master's shoes..."
The small feet in black stockings kicked at him: "Get lost!"
Chu Ge scrambled to his feet, smiling obsequiously as he took the things from her hands: "Let's see what groceries we bought today... Huh? A purple clay teapot? It's so big..."
Qiu Wuji snatched the purple clay teapot, carrying it as she ran to the kitchen: "This is a good thing! I'll make tea for you."
Chu Ge carried in another large bag of tea leaves, peeking out to see Qiu Wuji washing the teapot: "How much is this set?"
"Not expensive, a little over four thousand."
Chu Ge: "???"
This woman's starting to go on a spending spree? But then Qiu Wuji said, "This teapot has the best spiritual energy of all of them. I think even the seller himself doesn't know it has spiritual energy; he just thinks it's some good purple clay that can nourish the body. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't be displaying it like this." Spiritual energy!
Chu Ge's mind became serious. No wonder Qiu Wuji was willing to pay this much; this kind of thing can't be measured by price. As for how much spiritual energy helps with training supernatural abilities, that's unknown, but for cultivators, they'd probably be willing to pay ten times more.
So such things exist in the world?
Qiu Wuji continued, "That young master is quite interesting. I made friends with her. Haha, I finally have my first WeChat friend besides you!" Chu Ge's hair stood on end, alert: "Young master! What young master! How old is she?!"
Qiu Wuji paused, turning to look at him strangely. Seeing Chu Ge's tense expression, he couldn't help but chuckle: "A woman."
Chu Ge relaxed completely, laughing awkwardly: "Ah, making friends is only natural, a good thing, a good thing..."
"You're such a jerk." Qiu Wuji rolled his eyes at him, then finished washing up. The kettle continued filling with water: "It was only after this that I realized I have no friends... All the people I added on QQ are your readers, not a single one of them are my personal friends." Chu Ge quickly said, "Readers are your friends too."
"They are, I suppose, but the nature is different," Qiu Wuji laughed. "Mengmeng is a nice person; I'm very happy to have made my first friend."
"What's Mengmeng? Zhou Yu's horse?"
"...She's the young owner of the Mountain Stream Tea House! Her name is Zhu Mengmeng." Chu Ge, clutching the tea bag, thought to himself, "Why do you only meet people with cute names?"
He still felt a little sour, as if he wasn't the only one, and said sourly, "Don't think someone is a good person just because their name is cute and they give you a discount... Without knowing the spiritual energy, the cost of this stuff might be less than a few dozen, and you'd be happy selling it to you for thousands."
"But actually, with the spiritual energy, we're the ones who profit, aren't we?" Qiu Wuji smiled and started boiling water: "Everyone feels they've profited, so they become friends."
Chu Ge: "..." What kind of magical theory of friendship is this? "That bag of tea you're holding was a gift from Mengmeng. She said it was for work, over two hundred yuan a pound. I don't know if it's good or not, but it's better than your ten-yuan pack. Anyway, we're drinking spiritual water now, not tea." Qiu Wuji's eyes shone brightly. "Chu Ge, before, you lacked auxiliary materials for your cultivation. I thought they didn't exist in this world, but now I know they do. I'll pay more attention to this in the future and try my best to make your cultivation easier."
Looking at her bright eyes, Chu Ge felt a flutter in his heart and said softly, "You don't need to go to so much trouble. I feel quite good practicing on my own..."
"Pah!" Qiu Wuji snorted. "My disciple, after two months of practice, is still this pathetic. A disgrace! How can I face the heroes of the world!"
Chu Ge: "Huh?" Was he moved for nothing?
Qiu Wuji snatched the tea bag from Chu Ge's hand: "Go back to writing. You have nothing to do with making tea or cooking."
Only then did Chu Ge notice a basket of vegetables that had appeared in the kitchen.
He felt that Qiu Wuji had become increasingly strange since she started writing her autobiography, but upon closer inspection, it didn't seem to be a problem. She even served tea to her boss as a secretary, which was quite nice…
Forget it, back to writing. Why think about this? Women's hearts are hard to fathom.
Qiu Wuji watched Chu Ge scratch his head and leave, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Chu Ge still didn't understand how miraculous his cultivation was.
In a world where spiritual energy was so scarce and there were no aids to cultivation, this guy, relying solely on daily meditation and cultivating while writing, had actually reached the fifth level of Qi Refining within two months. After defeating Rong Fu, his Golden Bell Shield was nearing completion, with only a minor bottleneck remaining; he just needed to break through it.
In that world, this speed might not be considered amazing, just average.
But under Chu Ge's cultivation conditions, Qiu Wuji dared to say that no one could be faster than Chu Ge, including himself.
The Creator God is the Creator God; he was perfectly suited to the cultivation methods of that world.
Qiu Wuji was eagerly anticipating what surprises Chu Ge would bring him now that he had the aid of his cultivation.
Would he one day be able to enter freely?
…Chu Ge returned to his writing with peace of mind. This section didn't contain much content; it was a small side story involving Chu Tiange. Of course, it would later connect to the unexpected disruption of Yan Qianlie's plans, but for now, it was just a matter of dealing with a bunch of minor characters, not much to ponder.
He was becoming increasingly accustomed to multitasking in his cultivation, and he vaguely felt as if he were watching outside this side story, Chu Tiange conversing with others.
He could even almost clearly see their faces…
He typed furiously, the aroma of tea wafting around him.
Chu Ge withdrew from that sense of superiority and turned to look at the beautiful woman beside him.
She was looking at the document with some curiosity, seemingly having gained new insights and understanding of her master Chu Ge's writing since starting to write.
So she was looking at the document, and Chu Ge was looking at her.
The feeling of having a "secretary" in an office lady's short skirt and black stockings placing tea beside you... is truly wonderful.
As for whether the tea possesses spiritual energy, while important, it's insignificant compared to this.
"What are you looking at?" Qiu Wuji gritted his teeth, staring at the document. "I told you to drink tea, not to look at me! If you look again, I'll pour the tea over your head!" Chu Ge hurriedly lowered his head and drank the tea.
The tea wasn't hot; Qiu Wuji had specially prepared it, making it the perfect temperature to stimulate spiritual energy.
One sip, and a delicate fragrance filled his lungs, a sweetness spreading through his body and flowing into his heart.
"How is it?" Qiu Wuji asked expectantly.
Chu Ge honestly replied, "Sweet."
"?" Qiu Wuji asked in surprise, "That shouldn't be the case. Tea isn't sweet... Is it some kind of aftertaste? Is it that obvious?"
"No..." Chu Ge still answered honestly, "It's just because you brewed it."
"Thump!" Chu Ge's head swelled up again, and he crouched down, covering his head in defense.
Qiu Wuji clenched his fists and stormed out of the room to cook.
Seriously, how could there be such a boring creator god? Are you even cultivating?! All you can think about is sweetness!
Next time, I'll sprinkle some salt in and see if you're still sweet!