"You have an air conditioner remote in your room, right? Just like the TV remote. If you feel hot, you can turn it on, so you don't have to sneak off to wash it."
The next morning, Chu Ge introduced it to Qiu Wuji on the sofa.
"Hmm, hmm." Qiu Wuji sat there with a wandering gaze, watching Chu Ge take off his pajamas hanging to the side of the sofa.
He said he was going to run, so he took off his clothes.
What a lecher.
His muscles were loose and flabby, terribly unsightly.
"Hiss…" Chu Ge tried to get on the treadmill, but before he even started, his whole body ached, and his legs could barely move.
"Can we skip training today?" Chu Ge asked tentatively.
Qiu Wuji glanced at him sideways: "So this is why your running magic weapon turned into a storage magic weapon?"
Chu Ge: "..."
"Long-term lack of exercise, and then suddenly you started moving again yesterday, that's why," Qiu Wuji said. "If you had massaged your muscles after yesterday's workout, it would have been better, but you went straight to the shower."
Chu Ge was in so much pain he couldn't continue, and could only ask, "Is there any hope now?"
Qiu Wuji looked at his bare chest, his eyes flickering.
Of course there was. He could simply improve his blood circulation and remove the bruises; under his immortal magic, no soreness would remain.
But speaking of this, there was a very frustrating problem. Qiu Wuji gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "Why can my immortal magic work remotely for everything except healing? Give me an explanation."
Chu Ge rolled his eyes, taking a step back.
Does this even need an explanation?
Don't you see in TV dramas, male protagonists can heal men through their clothes, but to heal women they have to take them off? "We writers are the same way when we write books. We can use telepathy to showcase our immortal abilities in other areas, but healing is different. The closer the better, the better if we take our clothes off… otherwise, we'll go into a qi deviation, I'm sure of it."
Qiu Wuji knew what was going on just by looking at his expression. He said sternly, "Go fix it. I know this can be changed."
"If it needs to be changed, it'll be reflected in the main text later. This thing isn't written in the outline. There's no place to change it."
"So, now I have to touch you to heal?"
"It seems so…"
"Then go heal yourself." Qiu Wuji sneered as he stood up. "May you suffer to death."
"Hey, wait a minute." Chu Ge said shamelessly, "My cultivation is also to figure out the secret of your time travel as soon as possible. Every day is a day… If this soreness drags on for a few days, you'll be back in time, wasting too much time going back and forth…"
Qiu Wuji looked at him irritably.
"It's just healing, nothing serious..."
"You're not completely immobile, otherwise how would others exercise? Trying to fool me? Get lost!"
Qiu Wuji kicked Chu Ge, who quickly ran off to the treadmill.
"Of course I can run even when I'm sore, otherwise how would others run... Trying to fool the old lady isn't so easy after all."
Chu Ge sighed and started running. Qiu Wuji glanced at his bare chest, pursed his lips again, and secretly reached out to grab Chu Ge's pajamas from the sofa, using magic to change the doll pattern on the chest to a crying face.
"Hmm, this looks different, much more pleasing to the eye."
Qiu Wuji, feeling refreshed, quietly put the pajamas back and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Breakfast was simple: porridge and a fried egg. Qiu Wuji thought he should look at some recipes from this world, otherwise he might miss out on a lot of scenery? Cultivators are known for their tranquil and patient nature. She never showed much eagerness to explore further, while Chu Ge seemed more concerned, feeling she was too slow to learn and remained confined to her own little world. Qiu Wuji disagreed. She felt that how could she talk about a lifetime when she hadn't even fully experienced the scenery within her own room?
Her lifespan was long; she had plenty of time.
Perhaps looking at Chu Ge with his white hair decades later would be quite amusing.
Qiu Wuji had long since become indifferent to birth, aging, sickness, and death. Thinking this way was perfectly normal, but the more she thought about it, the more she frowned…
It didn't seem right for him to die of old age…
Hmm, it must be because the Creator God couldn't die. Then she should let him cultivate sooner rather than later.
...
"Today I'm taking you out to buy a cell phone and a used laptop."
After dinner, Chu Ge, aching and weak, continued writing and uploading a chapter before grimacing and leading Qiu Wuji out again.
He hadn't even noticed that his pajamas had been changed.
Watching him struggle to walk, Qiu Wuji felt a little conflicted: "You can rest at home and write; there's no rush for anything else."
"I think it's quite urgent. You're too slow to understand the world. How many books have you read?"
"I saw someone who's a lot like you."
"Who?"
"Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, Li Longji."
Chu Ge: "?"
How did that connect? How is he like me?
He probably meant his brilliant and capable youth. Hmm, good eye. Qiu Wuji tilted his head: "A cell phone, is that your magic weapon for long-distance calls? For ordering gas or something?"
"Yes, this thing isn't just for long-distance calls anymore; it integrates so many things. Modern people can't live without it. You can study it slowly once you get it."
"Is it expensive?"
"You get a regular one for topping up your phone credit. It'll be enough."
"Then what do you mean by 'second-hand laptop'?"
"A second-hand computer. A laptop is more convenient, but if you like my desktop, that's fine too. It's second-hand because it's cheap; I can't afford a good one right now… Anyway, we'll see when we get there." Chu Ge said, "My computer is for work; I can't let you use it. Otherwise, I should have let you surf the internet long ago. The information reception speed is so fast..." "It's much faster than watching dramas, and this is the prerequisite if you also want to make money through writing."
Qiu Wuji hesitated, "It sounds like it'll cost a lot of money. If you spend money like this, how many days will your new royalties last?"
"Isn't this considered a loan?"
"Are you deliberately trying to make me owe even more, so I won't be able to repay you later?"
"Huh? How do you even know this kind of trick?"
"Pah." Qiu Wuji sneered, "Do you know the simplest way to repay a debt of gratitude?"
"Hmm?"
Qiu Wuji put on a cold, murderous expression: "If you die, you don't need to repay."
Chu Ge grinned: "That's not my Qiu Wuji."
Why must I be your Qiu Wuji?
Qiu Wuji opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Chu Ge pulled him into the telecom service center.
Chu Ge himself had a China Mobile SIM card, so using his own ID to open a dual China Telecom SIM card was perfectly normal. He got it done smoothly, topped up his phone, and got a low-end phone as a freebie, which he casually handed to Qiu Wuji.
"I've got your number," Chu Ge whispered in her ear.
His breath tickled her ear, and Qiu Wuji wanted to push him away, but was afraid of attracting attention.
She clutched her pink phone tightly, memorizing her own number, knowing she was getting closer and closer to becoming a mortal...
Yet, her contacts only contained his name, even the last digit of her number was his.
And his feeling of "I have a responsibility to help you" was genuinely being implemented step by step, even though he wasn't well-off.
—That's my Qiu Wuji.
A faint feeling crept into her heart; if he said he needed treatment to improve his blood circulation, should she really help him...? Seeing him grimacing and struggling to walk, it was truly painful...
Suddenly, she felt a little like going back... This feeling... wasn't good.
However, this time, her soul lingered for a significantly longer time. Even after following Chu Ge home with a secondhand notebook, Qiu Wuji felt no urge to return.
Should I go back on my own?
It doesn't seem like there's anything I need to do, right?
I'll just cook him some more good food...
"This thing is called WeChat. I can transfer money to you like this." Chu Ge was helping her set up various apps, and transferred a few hundred yuan along the way: "If you go grocery shopping, use this to scan. You should understand, seeing how many times I've scanned it?"
"Okay."
"By the way, let's get a WeChat ID." Chu Ge peered into her WeChat account: "Has our Sect Leader Qiu ever thought of giving himself a cool nickname?"
Qiu Wuji did indeed want a nickname, not for its coolness, but to deliberately distinguish himself from "his Qiu Wuji."
But after racking his brains for a long, long time, he couldn't think of anything. His fingers mimicked his typing style, slowly searching, and finally, without realizing it, the ID became:
"Water Follows the Sky, Qiu Wuji."