Though he slept late, he woke up early.
The next day, just as dawn broke, Chu Ge woke up, still full of energy, and as usual, meditated, ran, and practiced his movements while balancing a durian on his head.
When he discovered that the durian wouldn't fall even while running, he knew that this durian training method had come to an end.
Perhaps it was similar to what Yueying had said—that "training one's abilities is faster when fighting"—yesterday's fight and injury seemed to have brought about a subliminal improvement in his cultivation. The most typical manifestation was that the footwork used to dodge static household objects was now effective against dynamic enemies for the first time; this was a breakthrough.
Thus, the "balance training" he had achieved by balancing the durian had been accomplished.
Chu Ge strolled leisurely through the hall, discovering that even at his current speed limit, he no longer bumped into anything or felt unsteady.
This was "mental imprinting"—he had memorized his body's balance. If he wanted to continue training, he would probably have to change the routine. Indoor static obstacle courses for footwork practice didn't seem to be very helpful.
Chu Ge simply opened a durian and ate it for breakfast.
"You've been pricking me for days, aren't you satisfied?"
While eating, he wondered if his current residence was becoming outdated. He might need to move further to the suburbs so he could exercise outdoors in a secluded place.
Suddenly, he remembered what Qiu Wuji had said about the guy with writing on his face, whom he met in the suburbs… Chu Ge pondered.
"Someone's already doing that."
"I wonder if they're a small organization, do they have a dedicated training area? If so, they wouldn't need to move; they could just go to the gym every day."
"But that's like revealing my abilities to others. If I don't really trust them, I'd better not."
Chu Ge thought of Zhong Buli, recommended by his mother… His mother's credibility was beyond question. If needed, he might really have to try contacting this person.
Anyway, writing was still the top priority.
After finishing breakfast, Chu Ge activated his dual-use technique, cultivating while simultaneously writing.
"Everyone wants to read about Qiu Wuji, right? Me too. Then I'll write about Qiu Wuji!"
"Qiu Wuji opened his eyes in the meditation room."
"A jade hand formed in the void a thousand miles away; with a flick of his palm, the mountaintop exploded into ashes."
"The power of that single palm strike was terrifying!"
"This is a new divine ability that Qiu Wuji created during his seclusion, combining the Thousand-Mile Flying Sword Technique with a trace of the Heaven-Turning Seal's essence. It can strike a person's head a thousand miles away, unstoppable, like smashing a watermelon."
Chu Ge added an explanation: "To prepare for the battle against Yan Qianlie, Qiu Wuji naturally needed to research new divine abilities to prevent his opponent from figuring out his strength. And this type of divine ability is particularly effective against Yan Qianlie's fire magic..."
Qiu Wuji really did open his eyes in the meditation room, his lips slightly pursed.
Father God is quite dedicated to getting his head slapped, huh?
"I said I wanted to create my own, and you gave it to me?" She stood up angrily. "I'm not practicing anymore, it's pointless."
She stretched and went outside. Seeing the disciples guarding the entrance, her expression turned solemn and cold: "Any news about the shadow-based spells I asked you to keep an eye on?"
"Greetings, Sect Master." The disciples bowed. "The other day, Hall Master Ye of Qiushui Hall went to retrieve the Netherworld Lotus with someone, but was attacked by a demonic cultivator. After killing him, they found a very sophisticated set of shadow-based spells, along with matching cultivation tools, which are now on the fourth floor of the Scripture Pavilion."
Qiu Wuji nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hard work, Hall Master Ye."
I added this plot myself!
Speaking of which, adding shadow-based spells is easy, but what about those with writing on their faces? Looking at it this way, it's hard for him to just write whatever he wants and send it to him...
Never mind, anyway, the shadow-based spells aren't for him, they're something I'm interested in myself. Qiu Wuji rode a lucky cloud and went directly to the Scripture Pavilion.
This cloud looks like the cotton candy I ate yesterday.
What if I want to go out again…? This world is unchanging, it's really boring. There are still so many things I haven't experienced over there… Oh right, I forgot to tell that idiot, does he remember to return the bicycle? Paying extra rental fees for each extra day is such a waste…
"Sect Master! Sect Master!" Elder Zhou chased after him: "Sect Master, City Lord Xie of Cloud Sky City, Sect Master Lu of Heavenly Origin Sect, and others have come together to discuss an alliance." Qiu Wuji stopped his cloud and tapped his head.
Yes, in this plot, everyone needs to form an alliance to deal with the power struggle with the Fire Prison Sect.
And the alliance itself is a process of intrigue and power conquest, a kind of disguised power struggle. Chu Tiange and the others have already gone through a lot of plot developments before this visit and discussion.
Among the various "allies" who came, big and small, there are traitors among them, I know it all.
Oh right, Xie City Lord's daughter was originally supposed to be a female lead, but now her role seems to be gone. Xie City Lord himself, on the other hand, is portrayed as having a compelling backstory and decisiveness, with his own independent storyline and signature arrogant lines, making him part of the ensemble cast.
So the difference between a harem and an ensemble cast without a female lead is that the roles that originally belonged to the female lead were given to her father?
Qiu Wuji suppressed the absurdity in his heart and said calmly, "Please have them hold a meeting in the main hall."
If he wrote it, this sentence would probably be followed by a break, right? He wondered if he'd get attacked.
Chu Ge was typing: "Please have them hold a meeting in the main hall." Break, save, upload.
He cautiously checked the group chat, making a defensive gesture, feeling like he was about to get attacked.
Right, who was the ID of the group member who announced the attack yesterday? It was probably that fat guy.
Chu Ge carefully searched the chat history and sure enough, he saw the ID of the person who spoke in yesterday's sentence: "Blue Little Pill."
That ID, it was definitely him.
The group chat was currently occupied with other topics, and the little blue pill seemed to be offline. Chu Ge hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to send him a private message, but after thinking it over, he decided it wasn't appropriate.
Oh well, back to writing the next chapter.
This chapter is crucial for how my Qiuqiu will show off, so I can't be careless.
The more imposing, powerful, and domineering she is, the more captivating she becomes when she runs out and sits in the back seat of the car.
Hmm… when faced with an internal traitor provoking trouble, in a confrontation, she should say, "You think you can challenge me?"
Yes, that's how I'll write it.
In the book's world, in the main hall for guests, someone sneered: "Sect Leader Qiu's intentions are obvious to everyone. He claims to be discussing a grand plan to resist the demons, but secretly he intends to unify all sects. How is his despicable mind any different from a demon's?"
Qiu Wuji leaned lazily against the main seat, a half-smile on his face. "This alliance isn't forced. If you don't want to, you don't have to come. What's the point of coming here and saying this?"
"Nothing much, just letting everyone know that some people aren't as noble and detached as they appear!"
"I've never been one to be detached from worldly affairs. You seem to have some misunderstanding about me." Qiu Wuji's smile faded, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "Just because… get out! If you keep babbling and disturbing everyone's peace, I'll smash your head!"
Everyone present was stunned, and the traitor was speechless.
Where did Qiu Wuji learn such vulgar language?
Where's his class?
Qiu Wuji's beautiful eyes swept over the varied expressions of the assembled guests, and she said calmly, "Holding your position high, boasting of your refinement, saying what others think you should say, doing what others think you should do... Seeking knowledge and truth your whole life, how come you're not as good as you were at the beginning? Qiu Wuji can say whatever she wants, she is still Qiu Wuji, but who are you?" A jade-like hand suddenly gripped the throat of the challenger: "Disrupting my alliance, you dare to challenge me?"
Chu Ge, who was multitasking, cultivating and writing simultaneously, once again felt the same sense of being looked down upon as before.
It was as if someone was challenging the established rules of Heaven.
His gaze pierced through layers of mist, landing on the green mountains in the clouds. In the hall, Qiu Wuji stood before him, her white robes as white as snow.
It's you... then it's alright.