The days that followed were perhaps the happiest time of Chu Ge's life.
Perhaps because he had passed all the various "tests" last night with excellent performance, Qiu Wuji's previous attitude of always looking for excuses to beat him up had vanished, and he became remarkably virtuous and gentle.
Chu Ge got up early to practice his martial arts and write, while Qiu Wuji went to buy chicken to make soup.
The rich aroma of chicken soup wafted through the house, enough to tempt even those trying to concentrate on writing.
As for the routine of serving tea and water, it was already a habit, and various new tricks had been added. First, she would cut fruit, and when the juicer she bought online arrived, she would excitedly experiment with making juice. A glass of iced juice placed before him on a hot day almost brought Chu Ge to tears of gratitude.
Even breakfast had become more varied. The juicer could now grind soy milk, and Qiu Wuji no longer drank the store-bought soy milk that was often diluted with water; she would buy soybeans and grind them herself.
She drinks soy milk early in the morning, drinks spiritual tea and juice while writing, and has chicken soup with her meals.
Chu Ge truly felt the truth of his earlier statement: the quality of life largely depends on the kind of wife you marry.
Although she doesn't consider herself a wife, and doesn't fulfill the most crucial role of a wife… she is a wife.
In Chu Ge's heart, she is in every way.
Qiu Wuji doesn't consider herself a wife… but she's enjoying herself immensely; she finds it very interesting.
Modern equipment, performing tasks that could only be done with immortal techniques—she has always been particularly interested in these changes.
Creating new things with modern technology makes Qiu Wuji very happy.
She even forgot that she's completely a "housewife" in this state; the idea of earning money has been completely forgotten, because she felt it was meaningless. Earning money seems easy for her now, but she doesn't seem to have the desire.
Chu Ge's writing earnings are enough to support the family; she's just a little assistant.
Chu Ge wasn't particularly greedy for money either. His current income from 10,000 subscriptions, plus some unexpected windfalls, was already quite impressive in his eyes. He had no ambition for more, and certainly no intention of having Qiu Wuji earn money to supplement the family income.
Their previous insistence that "you need to earn money to survive" seemed to have been forgotten by both of them…
Well, being an assistant is also about surviving independently. Isn't earning his money a job?
Obviously, being an operations manager is tiring too!
The little assistant also gets teased and reluctantly called "sister-in-law"—is it easy?
So, Qiu Wuji spent his days researching new ways to entertain, watching dramas, reading books, writing a few hundred words of his "Qiu Qiu Autobiography," and seeing everyone praise the "main story is here," his eyes crinkling into crescent moons with joy.
How comfortable was this life?
How like cultivating immortality!
At night, he could even beat up Chu Ge for amusement… oh, sparring partner, sparring partner.
Since he wouldn't let him get close to Yueying, then of course the poor little assistant had to sacrifice a little.
"Clap clap clap clap!" The two exchanged rapid blows in the living room, their movements quickly escalating into a four-armed entanglement. Chu Ge exerted a slight force, pinning Qiu Wuji against the wall, attempting to subdue her.
What's with all this "Plum Blossom Hand" and "small-scale grappling techniques"?
All these grappling techniques just end up like this…
Qiu Wuji's chest heaved against the wall, her hair disheveled, her eyes defiant.
Chu Ge's throat bobbed.
"Bang!" The next moment, Chu Ge was sprawled against the wall in a starfish position.
Qiu Wuji clapped her hands and left: "You'll learn your lesson! If you give me that lecherous look again, next time you'll have durians stuck to the wall!"
Chu Ge pounded the wall: "Lin Wuyang, you've ruined so many lives!"
If Lin Wuyang heard this, he'd definitely say, "What the hell does this have to do with me? No man could resist this!"
"Come here!" Qiu Wuji called out, peeking into the bedroom doorway.
"Oh." Chu Ge obediently walked over. "Did you practice your mental techniques extra tonight?"
"That's right." These past few days had been uneventful, so Qiu Wuji had made a special trip back to the world in the book, imprinting the *Heaven-Changing Earth-Striking Technique* before teaching Chu Ge.
As long as it wasn't at his limit, traversing the world while his soul was at its peak was actually quite easy. The recovery cooldown was also very short; after a short rest, he could traverse again. This trip was just "early to bed and early to rise," similar to returning from a day out.
Even just this one day, Chu Ge was restless.
He felt uneasy without her even for half a day, and he was also afraid that every separation would mean facing an insurmountable obstacle.
Fortunately, this time everything was calm, nothing happened, and the *Heaven-Changing Earth-Striking Technique* was successfully entered into his soul sea.
But Qiu Wuji didn't practice much until after a set of Plum Blossom Hand sparring with him, when she suddenly brought up the topic.
Chu Ge walked into the room, puzzled. "Do I really need to come inside?"
Qiu Wuji said cautiously, "The methods of cultivating the mind are no small matter. A slight mistake can drive you insane. In the past few months, your Soul Forging Method has shown some results; your soul is stable, so you can try… but you need to be fully prepared. The reason I didn't rush back to get the manual before was because I felt you were still lacking something…"
Chu Ge: "…"
Really? I felt like you were just too lazy to go back after arriving. You only remembered to go home these past few days because you had nothing to do…
Qiu Wuji continued, "Now you've mastered all your skills and have no weaknesses. The training you just did put your body in peak condition, ready to respond to any unforeseen circumstances. Next, you need to calm your soul. Your own bedroom is certainly conducive to tranquility. Sit on the bed, and I'll protect you."
Seeing her seriousness, Chu Ge didn't dare to get distracted by going to bed. He sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, his palms facing upwards.
A slight pain shot through his brow as Qiu Wuji took out the grain of sea sand and pressed it directly into his brow, almost embedding it.
Instantly, he felt a strange power spreading from his brow, rushing straight to his soul sea.
He had never been able to sense the true existence of the "soul sea" before, but now he seemed to have a vague feeling… In the vast expanse, he seemed to see a thin mist, like sea vapor, which seemed to be the manifestation of his spiritual power.
The peculiar radiation contained in this sea sand wasn't the kind of treasure that provided energy or aided in enhancing spiritual power; rather, it seemed to have the significance of allowing one to observe their spiritual sea. No wonder the Wang family used it to cultivate their special abilities, Zhang Qiren wanted to seize it, and even the nation valued it… This special value was far greater than simply providing energy.
However, for Qiu Wuji, such a small thing was nothing new.
She was the real treasure.
Qiu Wuji's voice resounded in the soul sea: "The Heaven-Shattering Earth-Striking Technique has no set energy flow. The spiritual world has its own methods. As a beginner, you don't need to worry about affecting others' minds yet. Focus on self-contemplation."
"Contemplation?" Chu Ge felt himself transmitting such thoughts.
Qiu Wuji wasn't surprised that his mental fluctuations could be transmitted; in fact, with his spiritual power, he could already do that.
She simply explained: "Yes, it's contemplation. For example, imagine a sword, a knife. Initially, they are empty and useless. But when you feel they solidify, that you can control and project them outwards, that becomes a kind of spiritual attack, extremely difficult to defend against. This is just an example. The Heaven-Shattering Earth-Striking Technique isn't like that. Understand this meaning, and contemplate according to its methods." The Heaven-Shattering Earth-Striking Technique isn't merely a form of mental illusion; it drags the opponent into the spiritual world. At best, it allows one to peer into the soul and know everything; at worst, it allows control of the mind and soul transformation; at worst, it causes one to fall into past and present lives, the mortal world, and their soul to be forever lost.
The levels gradually shifted from martial arts to immortal cultivation.
Visualization… Visualizing according to the direction of the Heaven-Shattering Earth-Striking Technique, what should the spiritual world be?
Chu Ge had a specific purpose when choosing this skill.
Of course, visualizing the world in the book, what else could it be?
However, the world in the book is too vast… it needs a specific target, so that beginners have a goal to look for.
Then… Lock onto Qiu Wuji.
In Chu Ge's sea of consciousness, Qiu Wuji's image gradually appeared.
Qiu Wuji, who was protecting him, had a strange expression… seemingly both pleased and a little embarrassed.
You're using visualization cultivation for fighting… what do you want me for?
To call Qiu Qiu for help when you can't beat someone?
But as she looked, her expression gradually changed.
Qiu Wuji in Chu Ge's soul sea began to shrink… not shrink, but move further away, an illusion of a stretched perspective.
Looking down from the distant sky, in the Cloud Mountain range, at the summit of the main peak, beside the Sword Forging Platform.
Qiu Wuji's true form wielded the Autumn Water Jade Sword, repeatedly refining and forging it.
The sword tip sliced through her jade-like hand, drawing forth jade-green blood that formed hidden patterns on the blade. The blood-red light shimmered, gradually fading away under the tempering of the Void Flame.
The water rippled, the autumn waters stretching to the horizon.
"Jade blood congeals into clear waves, the Chu sky vast and clear, the autumn waters boundless." Qiu Wuji gazed at the moonlight, murmuring to herself, "Tomorrow is midnight, the fifteenth of July… the time has come. This night of a hundred ghosts must finally be swept away." Chu Ge silently watched the bloodstains on her hand.
In her world, the experiences of her true form and those of this world were like two completely different templates, two entirely different people. No one knew better than herself how many storms and dangers she had faced, how many life-or-death situations she had been on the verge of death.
Have she, who once joked, considered this a balance of work and rest?
Perhaps it is… In Qiu Wuji's heart, perhaps she preferred the peace and tranquility here; that was true cultivation.
Therefore, she will grow to love this place more and more, and find it increasingly difficult to leave; this is an inevitable outcome.
In a sense, all the fighting and strife isn't the way of the immortals—at least not the immortals in Chu Ge's heart, nor in Qiu Wuji's.
"It's almost over," Chu Ge whispered telepathically. "The next part of the story won't tire you out so much. Just drink some honey, eat some cloud cotton candy, go on a sea voyage, and travel the world, okay?"
Qiu Wuji's true form seemed to sense something and smiled slightly.
Beside her, Qiu Wuji also revealed a sweet smile.
She was still deeply shocked… His earth-shattering transformation, his spiritual world, it really was there.