Over there, Chu Ge inquired about methods to obtain an identity, but it seemed impossible to do so through conventional means.
Unless one knew some high-ranking official, it was truly difficult for an ordinary citizen like himself. Did the police really believe a person who appeared out of thin air with no past or experience?
Or perhaps he should simply report that he was a transmigrator, but he didn't know what would happen… Chu Ge had never believed in the idea of being dissected; in fact, it should be the opposite. Showing off a few magical skills might even earn him VIP treatment. The history of Qigong masters was there, and it hadn't been that long ago.
Besides, Qiu Wuji really did possess a method for achieving immortality… This was exactly what the officials in the imperial court needed. He wondered if the immortality methods described in the book could be practiced in the real world? Hmm, if so, could he try it himself?
But one thing was certain: he would inevitably lose his normal freedom. He would likely have to live in a designated place, and traveling abroad wouldn't be possible at will. He would also have to cooperate with national research when necessary, and so on.
This was a last resort, and Chu Ge was unwilling to consider this direction for the time being. If she were thinking of Qiu Wuji, she definitely wouldn't want to be in this situation. Personally, she thought this was a character from a book she only owned, and who knew she might even want to make her her wife and live with her. Well, even if she didn't become his wife, they could still live together; she certainly didn't want to hand it over for research.
However, not finding a solution didn't make Chu Ge too anxious.
After all, Qiu Wuji was a cultivator, and she had roots in another world, not some pitiful ancient girl who couldn't go home and was tricked into having five children.
If she succeeded, great; if not, she could simply improve her cultivation and travel the world freely. If the original body came to her, she could easily run a mercenary army in war-torn lands. Understanding the world wasn't difficult; it might even suit Qiu Wuji's taste better.
Immortals, after all, roam freely through the heavens and seas, ruling the world; how could they be bound by a mere identity?
Therefore, Chu Ge didn't dwell on this matter too much; his main focus was still on writing.
I overspent on clothes last time, and if I don't keep writing, I won't even be able to afford food. Dreaming of marrying a fairy? Thankfully, the royalties are coming in soon—over ten thousand this month, enough to get by and support two people.
The book's success is my lifeline; if it flops, nothing else matters.
So, Qiu Wuji's refusal to let me write it the way it was originally a rather frustrating situation, somewhat like other writers who want a harem but are forced by their wives to stick with a single woman. Of course, it's also possible the author is just blaming their wife, but Chu Ge is genuinely doing it.
However, Chu Ge no longer feels it's a problem. He not only respects Qiu Wuji but also finds exploring the connection between the two worlds and "divine will" together quite interesting.
Just want to enjoy the female lead? Don't you want to know why she was able to emerge?
This is something you absolutely must know.
Otherwise, if the fourth wall closes again someday, and you happen to be head over heels in love then, it could be fatal. How can you not figure this out?
Chu Ge's thinking has always been far-reaching and comprehensive. Just as Zhang Qiren said, his penchant for foreshadowing stemmed from his personality; it's as if what would happen a thousand chapters later was already foreshadowed at this point.
"Qiu Wuji entered the deepest level of the Ten Thousand Serpent Cave. Ahead, the pool was shrouded in mist, and above it floated a strange scale. The brilliance of the treasure mingled with a faint crimson hue, the crimson somewhat dark, as if it had witnessed countless ages."
"Qiu Wuji knew this was the Azure Dragon's molted scale."
"This Fallen Dragon Pool is full of mysteries, a truly dangerous place. Qiu Wuji didn't leap up; instead, he unfurled a ribbon in his hand, attempting to pull the Azure Dragon's molted scale towards him from afar."
"He pulled, but couldn't budge it. It was as if an extremely strong suction force held the scale firmly above the pool. A bloodthirsty aura seeped through the ribbon, causing his blood and qi to surge erratically, almost driving him mad."
"Qiu Wuji focused his mind and calmed his spirit, slowly dispelling this bloodthirsty intent. The force that attracted the scale couldn't resist its pull, and the scale began to move."
"Just then, a blood-red demonic hand appeared from the mist behind him."
Excerpt.
Save, Publish.
Seeing the barrage of insults and accusations of "missed chapter" comments in the book review section and group chat, Chu Ge felt refreshed.
How else would you guys keep reading the next chapter?
He took a deep breath, his gaze becoming even more serious, and began to move on to the next chapter.
That was the key.
...
"Clang!" As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Qiu Wuji decisively discarded the ribbon and turned to strike with his sword, accurately piercing the blood-red demonic hand, producing a crisp metallic clang.
A sinister laugh echoed from within the smoke: "As expected of the boundless autumn sky, this divine thought resides in the heart, like the moon reflected in water; indeed, it cannot be ambushed."
A withered old man gradually materialized, his face skin and bones, as if he had been trained to resemble a skeleton, his eyes filled with ferocity.
The Poisonous Hand Demon Lord.
Qiu Wuji said, "Suddenly I feel my writing is mediocre; the villains I write are just villains in form, like labels."
The Poisonous Hand Demon Lord: "?"
What are you talking about? "We're all at the same cultivation level, how can you not understand your level of cultivation..." Qiu Wuji lowered his eyes, looking at the sword tip: "You infiltrated this place yesterday, but were delayed outside because you couldn't break through the maze of this level. I broke through the maze and entered, and you secretly followed..." The Poison Hand Demon Lord was terrified.
How did she know? It was as if she was watching my every move.
This shouldn't be!
If she always knew I was lurking nearby, why didn't she deal with it outside, instead of sending herself inside?
Is there a conspiracy?
His mind raced, but he still said, "It's good that Sect Leader Qiu knows. There's a first-come, first-served principle. I was clearly here first, shouldn't everyone who sees it have a share?"
As he spoke, a dark red centipede quietly emerged from his sleeve and disappeared along the ground.
Qiu Wuji, seemingly oblivious, calmly stated, "The one who sees it gets a share, I agree. Since I've seen you now, your life is mine." The Poison Hand Demon Lord: "?" Has Qiu Wuji been possessed? Shouldn't he be angry and arguing that he broke through the formation first after hearing my sophistry about "the one who sees it gets a share"?
Before he could react, a dazzling sword light illuminated the dark cave.
Qiu Wuji struck first!
Within the narrow cave, sword beams filled all directions, a dense, overwhelming barrage aimed at the Poison Hand Demon Lord in the center.
There was absolutely no room to maneuver or dodge.
A thousand illusions, water flowing with the sky.
The attack was a fatal blow!
The Poison Hand Demon Lord didn't even have time to activate his hidden countermeasures. His blood banner fluttered as he struggled to withstand Qiu Wuji's powerful attack, inwardly groaning in despair.
The crimson centipede required his divine sense to control, but Qiu Wuji's sword net was like an endless autumn river, shattering even his divine sense, rendering it useless for any underhanded tactics.
How did Qiu Wuji become so ruthless?
He and Qiu Wuji were in the same realm, and he thought they were evenly matched, with Qiu Wuji's underhanded methods guaranteeing victory. Only after their actual clash did he realize that realm didn't represent combat strength; Qiu Wuji's strength was definitely far superior!
Was he following them in just to be delivered to his death?
Qiu Wuji's sword technique had a backup plan; a fire spell had already condensed in his hand—the Void Fire, specifically designed to break through banner-type magical treasures!
The Poison Hand Demon Lord gritted his teeth, determined to sacrifice his cultivation to escape.
Just then, the crimson centipede, which he had released but hadn't had time to control, crawled to the edge of the Fallen Dragon Pool on its own.
The misty aura emanating from the Dragon-Falling Pool seeped into its body, causing the centipede to visibly swell.
Qiu Wuji had been watching this centipede closely. Seeing that it had undergone a transformation on its own, even without being controlled, his heart sank. He swiftly changed the direction of his fire magic, aiming directly at the centipede.
With a deafening roar, the centipede shattered into pieces, its flesh and blood exploding and splattering onto the Azure Dragon's molted scales.
The molted scales suddenly glowed with a blood-red divine light, and the vast, ancient dragon's might spread, indiscriminately bombarding all living beings in the cave.
Qiu Wuji's ribbons circled around him, forming a nebula-like shroud, barely managing to withstand the dragon's wrath. Meanwhile, the Poison Hand Demon Lord's magical artifacts had long been destroyed under the combined attack of the dragon's might and sword light; he himself was pierced by countless swords, a gruesome sight.
A ruthless glint flashed in the Poison Hand Demon Lord's eyes, and his body, like his centipede, exploded with a deafening roar.
The explosion was ten thousand times more violent than the centipede exploding. The fierce impact overwhelmed Qiu Wuji, who was resisting the dragon's might, and she was swept towards the Fallen Dragon Pool, falling in.
At the same time, a primordial spirit flew away, accompanied by the Poison Hand Demon Lord's sinister laughter: "The grudge of your destruction will be avenged one day!"
"Gulp!" Qiu Wuji was powerless to stop the primordial spirit from escaping; the poisonous gas from the Fallen Dragon Pool instantly surged into her body.
She had no time to care about the Poison Hand Demon Lord's primordial spirit.
Feeling the poison invading her body, only one thought echoed repeatedly in her mind:
I'm really going to be poisoned…
Is fate truly unavoidable?