Neither of them said anything more. They were too busy to cook today, so they ordered takeout. Chu Ge focused on writing, while Qiu Wuji secretly used his divine sense to monitor the situation on Lao Zhu's side.
It was enough that Qiu Wuji was watching; Chu Ge's divine sense couldn't help anyway. For Chu Ge, nothing was more important than writing and updating his novel.
Currently, Chu Ge's plot mainly focuses on the protagonist Chu Tiange's experiences on the other side of the sea. The strength comparison between the two sides is roughly the same; it's not a map of higher power. The number of strong individuals on par with Qiu Wuji and Yan Qianlie is also similar to that of the Nine Provinces. More importantly, the customs and cultures are completely different; it's no longer a sect system, but a cultivator kingdom system.
Chu Ge referenced some medieval fantasy settings and blended them into Eastern cultivation, adding a complex mix of races and monsters. There's a lot to write; the setting alone fills several pages of documents. With various characters, the fall of kingdoms, and heroic tragedies, the ensemble drama's flavor emerges.
In fact, the white tiger fangs that Qiu Wuji needed are right here, which is also the point of intersection between the two sides later on.
But now, the significance of this part of the plot for Chu Ge is no longer purely about the plot itself, but about the completeness of the world.
With the entire world complete, the map fully unfolded, and the customs, culture, architecture, and even food all revealed, this world feels real.
At least people can imagine what this world is like.
This is the most significant meaning for Chu Ge.
Having experienced the battle with Du Lianfeng, Chu Ge's understanding of his abilities has become clearer.
Now he feels that his control over the world actually has little to do with cultivation... Cultivation only brought him the ability to manipulate the heavens and earth and the combined use of spatial techniques, letting him know how to try to control it. In reality, the ability to control seems to have little to do with cultivation level.
Now, even with this level of low-level cultivation, he can already control the rising and setting of the sun and moon without writing. Although the level is still relatively low, it's still something that this level of cultivation cannot achieve! It was the same before. Correcting Yan Qianlie's White Flame, correcting Qiu Wuji's ascension—these weren't things I could achieve with my limited cultivation; they relied on GM privileges. This was my game!
The extent to which I could achieve this was absolutely inextricably linked to the world's perfection and its acceptance.
The world's perfection was in my hands; how well I could utilize it depended entirely on myself.
But world acceptance…
Chu Ge sighed softly.
He felt his crucial juncture was right there, a point he couldn't seem to avoid no matter how he tried.
Cai Zhijian was quite perceptive about people's hearts; he knew Chu Ge desperately needed this.
If he really had to ask someone for help, who would be suitable? Should he ask his parents for help this time? He didn't know if that would be appropriate…
Time always flies when you're writing. By the time Chu Ge uploaded today's chapter, it was already dusk.
Qiu Wuji walked in and naturally massaged his shoulders: "Tired?" Chu Ge pressed her hand, turned and smiled: "Not bad, the coding went smoothly today."
"I'm keeping an eye on Mengmeng's situation, I don't feel like going out to buy groceries and cook. Shall we go out to eat?"
"Yeah, if you don't want to cook, then don't." Chu Ge stood up and laughed: "My Qiuqiu is getting more and more virtuous."
Qiu Wuji also felt that she was becoming more and more virtuous, so much so that she felt uncomfortable. Why did she have to tell him she hadn't cooked? And she had to bring it up gently herself. It was really annoying.
She pinched Chu Ge, snapping, "I'm not virtuous at all! I don't even want to eat! Quickly imagine my body won't feel hungry, I don't want to eat!"
Chu Ge blinked, forcing a smile, "Until I can abstain from grains... eat with me."
"You're selfish!"
"Emmmm..." Chu Ge carefully handed her a milk candy, "Have you ever thought that with so many delicious things, if you don't want to eat them, watching me eat them would be even more painful?"
Qiu Wuji's eyes widened, and she angrily unwrapped the milk candy and popped it into her mouth: "I won't give you any!"
Chu Ge was about to say something when the phone... A notification sounded. Opening the window, he saw a message from Zhong Yi: "Du Lianfeng and his group booked a flight around 7 PM. They're leaving in a little over an hour. I've been keeping an eye on things; nothing's gone wrong."
Chu Ge replied: "Got it. Did you tell Lao Zhu and the others?"
"Yeah, we did."
Chu Ge stared at the message for a few seconds, then whispered to Qiu Wuji, "I'm afraid we'd better not eat. I suggest we go to the hospital."
Qiu Wuji hesitated: "It's not even dark yet, would he dare?"
"Better safe than sorry. We won't miss a meal."
Qiu Wuji wholeheartedly agreed, and quickly pulled Chu Ge away.
... At the hospital, Zhu Mengmeng, having cared for her father all day, rubbed her aching back wearily.
Her mother had passed away early, and Zhu Mengmeng had always been Lao Zhu's pampered little princess. She'd never really taken care of a patient before, and now she realized how tiring it was.
But despite the exhaustion, she was still happy; her father being alright was the best thing. Dad's going to sell that lousy mine, then things will be even better. My husband's willing to reconcile, we can finally live happily together, and have two chubby babies—they'll be so cute!
Just as she was imagining what to name the babies, her stomach rumbled. She was so hungry…
Cai Zhijian said from the side, "I'll take care of Dad. Why don't you go eat first?"
Zhu Mengmeng shook her head: "You go eat, and bring some for me and Dad too."
"Okay." Cai Zhijian didn't insist, turned and left the ward, instructing the bodyguard before leaving: "Don't slack off, protect Mr. Zhu and Miss."
He walked down the corridor, first to the restroom at the end, opened a stall door and squatted down.
It seemed like a perfectly normal act of using the toilet.
But if someone saw him, they would realize he wasn't actually squatting; he was doing something very strange.
He tore off a piece of toilet paper, rolled it into an arrow shape, and placed it on the toilet bowl.
Then he took a step back, seemingly adjusting the distance, until he felt it was about right. He slightly crouched, leaning back against the wall in a very strange posture, as if simulating leaning against the headboard.
When everything looked almost perfect, a strange vortex slowly flashed in Cai Zhijian's eyes. Suddenly, he turned and grabbed a pre-crushed paper arrow from the toilet paper box, swiftly stabbing it into his own neck.
In the ward at the other end of the corridor, Old Zhu was leaning against the bed, cheerfully talking to his daughter, when suddenly his expression changed drastically. He turned around, grabbed a fruit knife from the bedside table, and plunged it directly into his throat!
Zhu Mengmeng had no time to react; within half a second, the knife tip was already at her throat!
A slender hand suddenly reached out from thin air, grasping his wrist, and then Qiu Wuji's entire figure appeared.
She had been hiding there, observing for only a few minutes… Old Zhu, still shaken, dropped his knife: "It wasn't me! Someone's trying to kill me! Someone's trying to kill me!"
Zhu Mengmeng was dumbfounded: "Qiuqiu… what… what's going on?"
Cai Zhijian rushed over from the bathroom, urgently asking, "What happened? What happened?"
Laughter came from behind: "Old Cai, your silent pantomime was quite good, why didn't you perform a little longer?"
Cai Zhijian abruptly stopped, his expression turning ashen as he looked behind him.
The illusory figure behind him flickered, slowly transforming into a complete human form.
Chu Ge.
The invisibility technique he learned from his mother wasn't used to spy on anyone showering, but rather to follow a man to the toilet. Before Chu Ge even had a chance to curse his bad luck, he witnessed a spectacular performance.
Worth the ticket price.
He tossed his phone between his fingers, laughing, "I filmed Old Cai's toilet adventure, Mengmeng-jie, wanna see?"
Before he finished speaking, his hand felt itself going awry; Cai Zhijian had lunged at him, trying to snatch the phone.
With a "smack," Qiu Wuji appeared before him, delivering a slap that sent him spinning like a top.
Chu Ge chuckled, "Trying to hit me in front of my girlfriend… you're dreaming…"
Cai Zhijian staggered a couple of steps, slightly out of breath, but quickly regained his composure.
He glanced at the dumbfounded father and daughter, then at Chu Ge, and slowly asked, "Why are you starting to doubt me? Logically, my abilities shouldn't have been discovered by you."
Chu Ge was silent for a moment, then said with a strange expression, "If you said it was just a writer's imagination… would you believe it?"