Resurrecting this Fire Prison Sect elder, who had been dead for approximately three thousand years, wasn't something Chu Ge could accomplish with a simple correction… Correction merely brought the plot back on track; that was determined by the "power of fate" within the book's framework, theoretically not even Chu Ge's own ability, and certainly not omnipotent.
But he did indeed have a way to resurrect her.
It was simply a matter of writing an extra chapter… something about Yan Qianlie wanting to resurrect his master, doing something, and ultimately succeeding. Because of the Soul-Gathering Pearl, it wasn't a resurrection out of thin air, so there was still some room for manipulation, something that could be fabricated.
Coincidentally, Yan Qianlie had just collected the dragon bone left by the Gu God, thus interacting with the Gu God. The Gu God was relatively knowledgeable about matters of life and death in cultivation, providing ample material for a storyline.
It was simply a matter of Yan Qianlie paying a price to exchange the dragon bone with the Gu God, establishing a relationship, and then cooperating to obtain the method of resurrection.
Thinking about it this way, it seems there's quite a bit of plot to be added, even something that could be directly inserted into the main story. After all, this is an ensemble piece; the focus isn't on Chu Tiange. Isn't Qianqian's story a typical ensemble drama?
It also enriches the subplots and develops the characters…
It just requires careful organization of the story. These impromptu additions need to be thought through carefully; I can't just open Word and start working on them randomly.
Thinking this, Chu Ge shoved the remaining half-jar of wine into Yan Qianlie's hand and patted him on the shoulder: "I'll handle this, but I need some time… Also, during this process, you might feel signs that my fate is being manipulated, things you didn't do yourself… Don't resist blindly, just bear with it." Yan Qianlie really wanted to say that the meaning of those last two sentences sounded rather awkward… but never mind.
Having vented his feelings and asked for his help, he seemed to feel a sense of relief. His sullen expression vanished, and he stood up, stretching: "A vast sea of clouds... a nice sky. Xie Jiuxiao is living the good life."
Chu Ge: "..." Yan Qianlie turned and asked, "Is Father God returning?"
"Hmm... This time, the plan was to accompany Qiuqiu on a journey through the martial world, to see its wonders. Unexpectedly, we ran into Xie Jiuxiao's affair, which made things seem more grand. I feel Qiuqiu is actually a little resentful; she's not talking much anymore..."
"You're being naive. You really thought you two were going to..." "Can you really just wander the martial world like an ordinary swordsman? Everyone has their own path. If you encounter something you find worthy of attention, then it's naturally related to the Dao, and even the most basic thing becomes high-level. Want to experience the life of an ordinary person? Just go back to your mortal world. Haven't you had enough of the mundane realities of daily life?" Chu Ge chuckled, "You don't understand..."
"It's just the stench of love, it's disgusting to even smell, what's there to understand..."
"Qianqian, remember what you said... I'll see how you die later." Chu Ge rolled his eyes, whispered something to Qiu Wuji, and then disappeared.
Qiu Wuji, who was talking to Xie Jiuxiao, sighed.
What Yan Qianlie said seemed to be true. Expecting to travel the martial world hand in hand with him was a bit ridiculous. One was a projection of the Dao, the other invincible in the Divine Land. What difference would their encounters in the martial world be from eating a bowl of braised chicken in the mortal world?
But it didn't seem so bad, it had its own unique flavor.
Previously, he thought he had reached the pinnacle of his abilities and experiences, and that exploring the celestial realm would be the only way to find new experiences. Unexpectedly, his arrival had broadened his horizons in this world, which was quite interesting.
However, he had simply gone from being the master standing behind him to being his little assistant standing beside him again, repeating the same experience as in the mortal world.
Qiu Wuji pouted resentfully.
Why can't he ever be superior to him! He hadn't even been the cold-faced master for a few days… actually, it felt quite good…
…The real world.
Qiu Wuji carefully removed the spoon from Chu Ge's mouth, quietly returned to his seat, and ate in silence, trying to avoid being discovered poking him with the spoon.
The eyes of the mentally challenged Chu Ge gradually brightened and became lively, his soul returning to his senses.
"Braised pork with rice!" Chu Ge licked his lips, his eyes pleading, "Qiuqiu, I'm hungry, I want rice..."
"Get lost, go drink with your Qianqian."
"Eh? Didn't you remind me to go?" Chu Ge laughed, "I'm surprised you even care about Yan Qianlie's condition."
"I just think it's beneficial for you to control the world." Qiu Wuji shoveled a mouthful of rice, his cheeks puffed out as he muttered, "The righteous path has Xie Jiuxiao, the demonic path has Yan Qianlie, and then there's me... Making the entire Divine Continent respect the Heavenly Dao isn't difficult, it's just a matter of whether you want to or not."
"It doesn't feel like ruling, more like preaching? Divine grace?"
"Similar... Besides, I think that for you, deeply understanding each important character you create is beneficial to yourself, and it's not just a matter of whether others submit."
"Yeah, I think so too. I'm becoming more and more familiar with every detail of this world." Chu Ge smiled slightly, "Because you are alive." Vivid people, real events.
Every blade of grass, every tree, every mountain, every stone.
Northern snowstorms, southern flames. In the desolate mountain valley, dragon bones lie hidden.
Exotic races and strange arts, Gu worms sprout from the earth.
Who says this journey into the martial world yields nothing? Every little thing is etched in my heart.
Qiu Wuji rolled her eyes at him: "It's good that you don't feel like this back and forth is a dream."
Chu Ge smiled: "I still have this much spiritual strength. For now, I don't have the Zhuangzi's butterfly dream. It's just that I've crossed two realms."
Qiu Wuji watched him, her lips moving slightly.
Chu Ge wanted to poke her cheek again.
Qiu Wuji said, "You really intend to resurrect a half-step Nascent Soul demon? Aren't you even a little hesitant?"
"...The demons in the book are all my creations. Even a peerless demon like Yan Qianlie was created by me. To be honest, I don't discriminate against them. If I hadn't written them this way, where would they be? Isn't this idea a bit strange? I clearly hate bad people in reality."
"Not strange. Under the Heavenly Dao, there is no good or evil, everyone is treated equally." Qiu Wuji said calmly, "I just hope you don't apply this intention to reality. I'm very worried about that... Look at Xie Jiuxiao, even a righteous gentleman, once he mistakenly grasps the 'Will of Heaven,' he becomes cold and cruel. You..."
Chu Ge reached out and held her small hand, whispering, "You're in charge of me."
Qiu Wuji stared at him for a long time, then smiled sweetly, "Okay."
Of course, that would be best! She was just waiting for her master to do more!
Chu Ge smacked his lips, his eyebrows dancing with delight, "I never would have guessed! Qianqian's actually a rebellious jockey apprentice, truly worthy of being my son… uh…" Qiu Wuji's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Chu Ge quietly dragged his chair away.
Qiu Wuji suddenly laughed, "He can't compare to you. He's just a jockey, at most he's reached the first ring of the Heavenly Dao. You still have so much he hasn't learned…"
Chu Ge stopped his chair and cautiously asked, "Ah? Ah… what?"
Qiu Wuji said in a seductive voice, "Daddy…"
With a "thud," Chu Ge and his chair fell to the ground, coughing… cough cough cough…
Qiu Wuji leisurely stood up, walked to Chu Ge's side with a model's gait, placed his bare little feet on Chu Ge's back, and bent down to look down, "Father, are you well?"
Chu Ge looked up with difficulty.
White.
Qiu Wuji hadn't expected him to be able to break through his move like this, and his defenses crumbled instantly. He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, saying, "You've been gone for three days, and your body hasn't had a bath in three days. Go take a bath! If you keep lecherous, I'll beat you to death!"