Qiu Wuji knew without a doubt what Chu Ge was thinking.
Since the image of the lecherous father god was indelible, he might as well just ignore it and let her think it was perfectly normal in this world. That would solve everything… and maybe even include a hint of seduction. Let her see that kind of thing, and once she gets used to it, wouldn't she find physical contact normal too?
So he was even willing to add extra chapters for that!
"He never had good intentions!" Qiu Wuji cursed inwardly, half cursing Chu Ge, half cursing himself. Why hadn't he slapped Chu Ge's head when he transmigrated?
Recalling what he had just seen, Qiu Wuji still felt his worldview had been severely shaken. The Demon Realm was indeed the Demon Realm; how could they even record and spread such things to others? Even the demonic cultivators in that world didn't do that! It was too outrageous, yet the people in the group thought it was normal.
Qiu Wuji could tell that it wasn't that everyone in the group was abnormal; rather, it was a common perception that such behavior was uncommon…
On the contrary, people like Zhang Qiren, whom Chu Ge felt had gone bad, causing her mixed feelings and a broken friendship, seemed quite normal to her.
The two worlds still had significant differences in their perspectives. Even though she had been trying to understand this world and outwardly appeared very much like a modern person, she was still fundamentally out of place.
Interestingly, Chu Ge's own way of thinking was completely different from the world of Xianxia, yet that world was precisely the one he created. Did this mean that the world depicted by a writer and the writer's own perspective might not be consistent? Or did it mean… that Chu Ge was actually rooted in the Xianxia world at heart?
—Disliking constraints, transcending laws, wielding swords hand in hand, roaming the world freely.
But bound by reality, his edges had been smoothed out, so he poured his emotions into the world of novels.
Qiu Wuji suddenly remembered Chu Ge's question: "But Qiu Wuji, how much do you really know about me?"
She pondered for a while, then suddenly snorted. Why bother getting to know this perverted lecher?
"Miss...Miss," the driver called out helplessly, turning back, "Our bus has reached the final stop..." Qiu Wuji snapped out of her daze and realized the bus was empty; she was the only one sitting there, dumbfounded. Her face flushed slightly, and she hurriedly got off.
Ugh, now even the word "bus" brings bad luck! It's all his fault!
The driver watched her retreating figure as she ran out of the bus stop, thinking to himself that even with a mask on, this girl was so beautiful. It's a pity; the mask couldn't hide her blushing face. It was obvious she was thinking about men.
He wondered if Qiu Wuji would be mortified if she found out about this misunderstanding about "thinking about men."
Actually, Qiu Wuji felt quite relaxed. The final stop was near the outskirts of the city. After running for a while, she finally saw green hills and clear waters, and vast rice paddies.
The road was still paved, a reminder that this was still another world… but at least it wasn't all skyscrapers, glass windows, overpasses, and metal vehicles. Finally, there was a familiar scene, and even the air felt much fresher.
And so, her heart slowly drew closer to nature.
Looking around, she saw no beautiful flowers she'd come to find in the wild, only unknown wildflowers and foxtail grass. Qiu Wuji wasn't disappointed; she casually plucked a foxtail grass and played with it in her hand, strolling leisurely to admire the rice paddies.
It was a summer morning, and the sun was already scorching. A young man was working in the field, his thin shirt soaked with sweat.
Qiu Wuji stopped and watched for a while, nodding slightly.
It's said that this world is restless, and people are impatient with hardship, but in reality, there are still many hardworking people. The common people in Chu Ge's writing collectively exhibit this quality, and thus, the two worlds once again found common ground.
The world in the book is ultimately just a reflection of reality, based on the perception of a creator god.
This was one of the reasons why Qiu Wuji always wanted to leave Chu Ge and act independently. Only by being away from him could she experience the exploration and contemplation of a top cultivator; being around him every day, she felt herself being led astray.
But as she watched, Qiu Wuji slowly felt something was amiss.
The young man working seemed to possess a strange power, one that was completely different from her understanding and impossible to analyze.
Perhaps because she had been staring at him for so long, the young man seemed to sense it and turned to look at her.
Then, his eyes couldn't contain his amazement, and he practically drooled.
"A fairy...!" The young man's eyes darted around, and he turned away, pulling a pen from his pocket and secretly writing the word "handsome" on his face.
Then he turned back and smiled brightly: "Hi, beautiful, going on a picnic alone?"
Qiu Wuji blinked in surprise.
She actually thought this man was incredibly handsome, practically the most handsome man she had ever seen in ten thousand years.
However, the writing on the man's face didn't disappear; a blatantly obvious "Handsome" was still there, making even the most handsome man look ridiculous.
A motorbike passed by and, seeing this, spat, "I admit you're handsome, but do you have to wear it on your face? Showing off your ass, you idiot!" The motorcycle roared away, and the young man maintained an awkward yet polite smile: "They're always jealous of me..." Qiu Wuji found it very amusing and deliberately said, "Even though you're handsome, I don't want to talk to someone who has words written on their face." The young man thought awkwardly for a moment, then turned around and secretly wiped away the "Handsome" and replaced it with "You like me."
Turning around again, he was met with a high-heeled kick: "You dare use mind-controlling magic on me? Even he wouldn't dare affect my mind!"
With a "bang," the young man spun 360 degrees in mid-air, landing on the edge of the field groaning, "This isn't mind-controlling magic... Who writes mind-controlling magic on their face... This bullshit ability is completely useless... Hey, beautiful lady, don't tell anyone, I was wrong..." Qiu Wuji was both annoyed and amused, too lazy to argue, and turned to leave.
He was also extremely surprised.
He had always thought that superpowers were just like single spells in the immortal path, but now it seemed they were truly different, very different.
The young man's phone rang, and Qiu Wuji heard him answer: "Hello? A gathering? I'm weeding the fields... Oh, tonight? That's fine... Someone's hiring us again? Which sucker is so stupid? Boss Zhang? There are so many Boss Zhangs, which one is it..." Seeing that Qiu Wuji had already walked quite far away, the young man didn't expect that his words could be heard so clearly. Actually, hearing just a few sentences didn't seem like a big deal. He put away his phone, gazing into the distance in the direction Qiu Wuji had left, rubbing his face and sighing, "From now on, if anyone says they'd be happy to be kicked in a high heel by a beautiful woman, I'll slap them..."
Remembering something, he opened QQ on his phone and joined a group chat: "I've changed my mind. Even if Qiu Wuji comes, he can't kick me in a high heel, sob sob..."
No one in the group responded; everyone was indignant: "This chapter is too much! Not only is it short, but it's also incomplete! Chu Da, you're a real dog!"
"I'm going to go after you through the internet, you just wait!"
Chu Ge hid behind the screen, secretly pleased, enjoying being called a dog for incomplete chapters...
Just as he was thinking this, a phantom fist appeared on the screen, slamming into his face with a "thud."
Chu Ge: "?" The phantom fist was weak; protected by his inner shield, he didn't feel any pain. But what was going on?
A hallucination?
Most people might dismiss it as a hallucination, but Chu Ge instantly broke out in a cold sweat, clutching his anus.
Damn, does he really have this kind of superpower?
In another room far away, a fat man curled up in a ball, clutching his hand: "Holy crap, is this Chu Ge typing with an iron mask on?!" His phone rang. The fat man answered: "Hiring us to work? Who's got the foresight... no, who's the idiot... what good are our abilities anyway, waah, hitting a broken-chapter dog, my hand hurts..."