Chu Ge felt he had acted and spoken with great poise and presence this time. If he had performed this well on his blind date with Gu Ruoyan, he might have succeeded…
Unfortunately.
Although Gu Ruoyan was a real person, he knew nothing about her. Years of social isolation had left him unsure how to properly interact with strangers; Qiu Wuji, though seemingly ethereal, felt like family, as if they had been together for many years.
At least they had been together through every day and night since the book's inception.
This was the most familiar stranger.
However, Chu Ge forgot that Qiu Wuji didn't understand handshake etiquette.
Qiu Wuji coldly stared at his outstretched hand, his face changing from calm to flushed, then turning ashen.
With a "bang," Chu Ge was thrown to the ground, even overturning his chair.
"You lecherous scoundrel! You think you can just touch me like that?! What do you take me for, Qiu Wuji?!"
What did he mean by "the woman from all his beautiful fantasies"?
What was he thinking?
He wrote about this woman purely for his own fantasy; it's utterly despicable!
Chu Ge crouched down, covering his head in defense: "Damn, that was just a handshake... I... I need to add a patch! Qiu Wuji needs to understand these things first!"
Qiu Wuji kicked him viciously: "Before the so-called patch, shouldn't you explain what 'if you're looking for a man, it should be the creator god's'?"
Damn, this hurdle is insurmountable.
With this "hand-touching," this old lecher's image seems deeply ingrained and impossible to erase.
Chu Ge could only say, "Since you don't want to be associated with Chu Tiange, then your previous thinking needs a way to justify itself. This shift in tone is the most reasonable. Qiu Wuji looking for a man should of course be at the creator god level. Don't believe me? Look at the book reviews; everyone's praising it!"
The book reviews that had previously bothered him were actually helpful!
However, Qiu Wuji didn't care about the reviews: "Why should I look for a man! This kind of thinking shouldn't have even existed! Change it back!"
Chu Ge remained silent, covering his head.
"Speak up! Weren't you eloquent just now? Have you gone mute?"
"...It seems I can't change it."
"?"
"It's already finalized and released, how can I change it... Besides, this only means that if you're looking for a man, look for this level, not that you absolutely have to find one. Do you already have your eye on me? No, right? Why are you in such a hurry?"
Qiu Wuji's chest heaved with anger.
You've said everything?
But I never even had any intention of finding a man, why should I?! Besides, doesn't this mean that if I decide to find a man, then you're my target?
Whether I like him or not is my business, but does that cover up your lewd intentions?
It's infuriating. I can't kill him, and I'm afraid of accidentally killing him if I hit him. Revising the draft myself is useless. What should I do?
Why is the woman in his most beautiful fantasy a woman who can beat him to death at any time? Is this man a masochist at heart?
Qiu Wuji's gaze became a little strange.
Chu Ge is certainly not a masochist.
That was just the thrill of "conquering a high and mighty woman," something unattainable in reality, but couldn't be indulged in in a book?
Perhaps it was precisely because the initial setting was so lofty that the female protagonist, teetering on the edge of ascension, broke through the dimensional barrier and escaped...
This time, it's truly impossible to avoid domestic violence... Wait, why am I thinking about domestic violence?
Anyway, Chu Ge seemed to foresee his future dark and hopeless days. All that confident talk earlier was to gain the upper hand, but with such a huge difference in strength, how could he possibly win that power with words alone?! Now that he's considered a lecher, what is he going to do?
Chu Ge clutched his head, his eyes secretly glancing upwards, and saw a sea of waves.
A slender waist, magnificent curves, a delicate nose and small mouth, skin like jade, slightly flushed cheeks, sharp and solemn eyes, a mature and dignified aura.
It really hits his fantasy...
No wonder she's the perfect woman in his imagination—perfect figure, perfect face, perfect temperament, every single detail aligns with his dreams.
"What are you looking at?" Qiu Wuji's voice seemed to come from the deepest hell. "You really think I wouldn't dare kill you?"
Chu Ge finally sighed and said, "Judging by actions, not intentions, there are at least eight or ten thousand people in your world who have fantasized about you. Even sect disciples look at you with evasive eyes. Did you kill them all?"
"Can they compare to you?"
"Your purpose in writing this was lewd, and you might even continue to impose your thoughts on me. What if I actually write about falling in love with you?" Qiu Wuji didn't say this aloud; she was afraid that he hadn't thought of it before, but instead, it reminded him of something.
Chu Ge said, "Actually, even if my intention in writing about you wasn't pure, so what? I didn't know you would become a real person. Is it a sin to purely fantasize...? As I said before, maybe it was before, but from now on, I will respect you as a real person. What you're worried about... won't happen."
Well, she was afraid of reminding him. Actually, he was perfectly clear-headed and already knew what he was afraid of.
Qiu Wuji suddenly felt that this person not only understood her, but he was also very intelligent and insightful.
Chu Ge glanced at her again, wondering if he'd passed the test. Actually, his words avoided a certain implication: I do have feelings for you. If you're talking about the real person, I could date her, even if I don't write about it.
Chu Ge himself wasn't sure if he even considered dating her. Maybe, as Zhang Qiren said, it was just lust—how normal! Who can really say whether you like someone or not? To actually date someone you've created yourself is as outrageous as those who treat fictional characters as wives. Chu Ge didn't even know if that was perverted.
Seeing that Qiu Wuji didn't say anything more, Chu Ge finally carefully got up and checked the time: eight o'clock in the evening.
He hadn't eaten all day! Chu Ge's stomach was growling with hunger. He said helplessly, "I don't know if you need to eat in your current state, but I can't take it anymore. Do you want to come with me… to see this whole new world?"
Qiu Wuji didn't say anything, opened the door, and walked out.
Besides getting this bastard to stop writing about her falling in love with a man, what should be the most important thing after breaking through to this new world?
It's all about getting to know this completely new world.
This grid-like magical artifact, this strange light screen, this house of unknown construction, and Chu Ge's odd attire.
For a seeker of the Dao who aspires to travel the myriad worlds and uncover the truth, these are precisely the things that matter most. Could she really be holed up in this mere little house, entangled with a man?
Chu Ge silently pressed the elevator button, watching the floor numbers slowly change. Qiu Wuji spoke first: "My attire is quite different from yours. Will anyone question me when we go out?"
Chu Ge shook his head indifferently: "These days, there are many people wearing Hanfu on the street. You should be careful someone doesn't ask you where you bought that outfit because it's so beautiful… Never mind, she's too beautiful to buy."
Qiu Wuji: "…" Entering the elevator, a slight surprise flickered in Qiu Wuji's eyes, but she said nothing. She had seen mortal craftsmen using winches to lift goods before… although the energy used by these things was rather strange.
Walking through the residential area, Qiu Wuji looked around at the surrounding high-rise buildings. This enclosed and oppressive feeling made her uncomfortable. This world was strange; spiritual energy was extremely thin, and neither humans nor objects around showed any sign of utilizing it.
Without spiritual energy, was this merely the mortal realm? Was his ultimate goal of breaking through to immortality just a mundane world?
Stepping out of the residential area, Qiu Wuji suddenly stopped.
It was like opening a window in a secluded chamber, and the clouds parted to reveal the moon, the entire sky bursting into bloom before him.
Neon lights illuminated the entire city, making the night seem like day. On the wide streets, metal vehicles sped by, bridges spanned the river, and flying machines could be seen moving thousands of miles into the sky.
Someone held a small cube, seemingly making a phone call. Telepathic communication?
Someone snapped a photo with food from a roadside stall. A soul-capturing image?
Someone lit a scroll of paper held in their mouth with a snap. Fire control?
But… there was no spiritual energy.
No spiritual energy.
A group of mortals, doing things only immortals could do?
No… even the existence of immortals is debatable; that's just a story fabricated by the man beside her.
This… is the reality.
Qiu Wuji looked blankly at everything unfamiliar. Nothing was familiar; almost everything was incomprehensible.
Even the girls passing by, their long, white legs exposed like demonic sorceresses, were ignored by passersby.
What kind of underworld is this?
She suddenly felt… she didn't belong here at all.
"Stranger from afar, are you lost? Have you retreated? If so, how can you explore the heavens?" Chu Ge's voice came from beside her: "Experience… your celestial realm."