The little flame truly became a little flame, sitting under the alchemy furnace with its hands tucked in, trying its best to heat it up with its body.
Chu Ge and Qiu Wuji squatted to the side watching, their expressions very strange.
How come when a great demon like Yan Qianlie changed his appearance and squatted there, he suddenly seemed quite cute?
Even its unwilling and pouting look became adorably fierce.
"Don't be fooled by appearances," Qiu Wuji reminded expressionlessly, "He's a great demon."
Yan Qianlie: "Stinky..."
"Shut up." Qiu Wuji splashed a cup of water.
The little flame flickered and then burst out cursing, "Why did you have to mess with the fire when you were refining the pills!"
Qiu Wuji chuckled, "You're quite responsible, aren't you?"
"To do something, you must do it to the best of your ability. That's my motto." Yan Qianlie said disdainfully, "When it comes to controlling the fire in pill refining, everyone in your Yunji Sect combined wouldn't be a match for me!"
"Alright, I know your fire control is unparalleled. Then this batch of pills is yours. About an hour, not long."
"..." Qiu Wuji sighed and tugged at Chu Ge, "Shall we talk?"
Chu Ge hesitated, glancing at Yan Qianlie, "Leave him here?"
"It's raining heavily outside. I didn't say I was going out." Qiu Wuji pulled Chu Ge into the room, "I set up an array; he can't get out. I'll know if he makes any sudden moves." The little flame watched helplessly as the "reputable and aloof" Qiu Wuji pulled the man into the room, speechless.
I don't want to run away at all, don't worry... If Heaven doesn't intend to eliminate me, I'd love to observe you two, you two, for a couple more days—that would be close-up observation of Heaven itself!
But I have a feeling that this wicked woman, Qiu Wuji, might be whispering in my ear... What should I do?
"A tyrannical king favors a vixen!" Little Flame thought bitterly, straining her divine sense to try and eavesdrop on what was being said inside.
The scene inside wasn't what Little Flame had imagined. Chu Ge and Qiu Wuji stood side by side by the window, watching the drizzling rain outside.
The rain wasn't as heavy as last night, and there was no more thunder or lightning.
It was still pattering, making one feel irritated.
"Are you... a little troubled?" Qiu Wuji asked softly. "Your words sounded like they were directed at Yan Qianlie, but to me, they seemed more like you were trying to convince yourself."
"Because whether I intend it or not, I'm objectively influencing the fates of the beings in the book. The lives and deaths of all living beings are in my hands; their joys and sorrows are decided by me. I feel a heavy weight in my heart, the responsibility is too great." Chu Ge sighed softly. "But I'm really not the cold-blooded Heavenly Dao. I'm just an ordinary person, and one who can't even bring myself to kill a chicken, someone who's soft-hearted. I'm afraid I won't be able to deliver the food to anyone in the future, as if I'm killing someone."
"If every..." "If even storytellers have to worry about this, who would dare to write stories?" Qiu Wuji said calmly. "Do you know what I want to talk to you about?"
"Hmm?"
"What I want to say is precisely this: I hope you separate the world in your book from reality. You are simply writing a book. Regarding the plot, you are the unyielding will of Heaven; follow the path as it will. Only by firmly adhering to your ideas can you create a wonderful and complete world, instead of being hesitant, indecisive, and losing all charm. In the end, the very existence of the world becomes a question, which is true annihilation, the most severe destruction." Chu Ge was startled, his palms slightly sweaty.
Qiu Wuji gently took his hand and said softly, "From your perspective, even if you're writing about Qiu Wuji right now, he should be injured or killed if he's supposed to. That's what it means for an author to control their plot."
Chu Ge immediately retorted, "Impossible! Even according to the plot, you wouldn't die no matter how you deduce it."
Qiu Wuji squeezed his hand: "That's 'shouldn't.' What I'm telling you is, you're considering whether the plot's direction is appropriate or not; that's being responsible to the entire world. It's not about your feelings for someone or whether you can bear to do something; that's womanly compassion."
She paused, gazing wistfully at the rain outside the window: "There's a saying in this world..." "Poetry, truly beautiful." Chu Ge, understanding instantly, asked, "If Heaven had feelings, it too would grow old?"
"Yes, Heaven has feelings, it's quite an interesting thing." Qiu Wuji smiled slightly, "Actually, I sympathize with Yan Qianlie more than you do."
Chu Ge: "..."
"I forget if we discussed this before... Essentially, Yan Qianlie and I are in the same boat on this matter. Everyone wants to break free from their fate, which is understandable. My forced ascension was due to my eagerness, and his forced breakthrough was also due to his eagerness. It's difficult for everyone to remain absolutely calm in such matters, leading to numerous mistakes..." The small flame outside remained silent, its hostility largely dissipated.
Qiu Wuji whispered, "Father God, please forgive his mistake this time. I don't want him to be erased because of this. Also, please take responsibility for the plot you've written. Don't change the plot or make important characters disappear just because of external influences." Chu Ge turned to look at her profile, and after a long while said, "Qiuqiu, you're really kind."
Qiu Wuji's face hardened. "I'm not kind. I'm just a vicious, treacherous woman who uses him to refine pills. Besides, I think with his villainous character, it's better if he dies in the book. A scourge shouldn't live on forever!"
Chu Ge chuckled.
Little Flame's expression became even more interesting. She didn't know whether to consider this guy whispering in her ear. So, you still want me dead?
But then Chu Ge said, "Qiuqiu, after telling you all this, the things I've been struggling with lately have really eased a lot. Actually, it's not just this time; I've had this kind of struggle for a long time..."
"I can see that you've been conflicted because you're the one who's too kind," Qiu Wuji turned to look at him and said softly, "Feeling better?"
"Much better. Chu Ge is just writing a story; he shouldn't bring real-life emotions into the book." Chu Ge said softly, "Actually, whenever I have that feeling of absolute superiority, looking down on all living beings like ants, my inspiration is particularly good, and my writing goes particularly smoothly. I should have known this sooner. To make you feel real, first..." "I've made the book realistic so that you can become real too. You shouldn't dwell on things too much." Qiu Wuji smiled slightly and said earnestly, "Do you know what this is called now?" Chu Ge was taken aback: "Uh? Firm belief?"
"No, this is called establishing the Dao." Qiu Wuji said solemnly, "You said before that you wanted us to be real, that it was your Dao... but without experience, it's just empty talk. When you've seen it, experienced it, wavered, made choices, and your goal remains the same, and your methods are clearer, that is the path of the Dao." She paused, then smiled broadly: "Congratulations, Father God, on the Threefold Melody of the Qin Heart, your Dao foundation is complete." Chu Ge's heart stirred.
He closed his eyes and suddenly felt an indescribable sensation, as if the world in the book connected to his Niwan point, as if the two worlds were connected through his Lingtai Zifu, forming a bridge to heaven. His feet were rooted to the earth, his brows connected to the void, and the bridge between heaven and earth appeared and disappeared, as if it were real.
The world within the book, a thousand colors, ten thousand notes, all resided in his heart, vividly revealed in every detail.
The earth-shattering, heaven-changing technique transcended the limits of the human body, stepping into the boundless.
When Chu Ge opened his eyes, a divine light flashed within them, then vanished.
In Qiu Wuji's eyes, those pupils were deep and mysterious.
He was no longer a mortal; he had embarked on the path of immortality.
"Thank you," Chu Ge gently embraced Qiu Wuji, lightly kissing her forehead. "A truly virtuous wife."
Qiu Wuji spat, "Who's your virtuous wife? You're not worthy!"
Chu Ge shamelessly said, "Then... how about another phrase?"
"Hmm?"
"Qiu Qiu~ my Qiu Qiu~" The small flame outside trembled, and sparks fell in a flurry.
Qiu Wuji was both amused and exasperated: "I've never seen such a boring and lazy Heavenly Father God!"
"Hey, this isn't my problem, just look." Chu Ge ran to the computer, opened the backend, and sent out the pre-saved new chapter of *Qiu Qiu's Autobiography*.
Within minutes, the comments section was flooded with praise: "Ah, the main text is finally updated!"
Then it turned into a uniform: "Qiu Qiu~ My Qiu Qiu~"