Qiu Wuji went out to learn to drive, leaving Chu Ge alone at home. However, he didn't feel any regret for letting her go; he felt quite normal.
It was good that she was still there. Going out to play was completely different from the guilt he felt when separated from her by the two worlds in the book.
In fact, that guilt had lessened considerably. With his control over his world growing stronger, he could manipulate the world to enter and even capture people. He no longer felt the fear of never seeing her again, and his confidence had increased considerably.
Now, he needed to keep working hard, making this connection more flexible, ideally allowing his true body to travel between worlds and Qiu Qiu's true form to appear. This was related to the world's realism and acceptance, and it wouldn't happen overnight.
At the very least, he needed to be able to stably transform into human form to play with Qiu Qiu inside, and stay there as long as possible. This should be related to cultivation; at least his soul power needed to be sufficient.
The former couldn't be "trained" to achieve, but the latter could. He could try now.
Chu Ge swallowed a pill, brewed a pot of spiritual tea, and felt the wisps of spiritual energy emanating from the jade Guanyin pendant on his chest. Bathed in this spiritual energy from within, he felt refreshed and his mind became much sharper, making his typing flow smoothly.
Gradually, the screen stretched, transforming into a blue sky with white clouds, and below, majestic mountains and flowing streams.
There were ravines in the mountains, with smooth hot spring water.
Through the rising mist, the white snow and red cherry blossoms of Yunji Mountain were faintly visible.
Chu Ge: "..." A sword aura suddenly shot into the sky: "Die, you lecherous father god!"
Chu Ge covered his head: "I didn't mean to! Who knew you'd be taking a bath here in broad daylight!" The sword aura deflected, and below, a light veil swirled, and Qiu Wuji, dressed in her clothes, stood by the bathtub, angrily looking up at the sky.
Above, Chu Ge's illusory image gradually appeared, then slowly solidified, barely resembling a real person.
Qiu Wuji exclaimed "Huh?" and saw Chu Ge fall naked into the water.
Qiu Wuji: "..."
Chu Ge: "..."
Qiu Wuji, expressionless: "Where are your clothes?"
"I don't know how to conjure clothes..."
"This isn't your real body, it's just a manifestation of your consciousness. Whatever you think in your heart is what you become. As long as you think of clothes, you'll have clothes! Are you subconsciously thinking you can't conjure clothes, or are you deliberately naked!"
"Ah? I see..." Chu Ge tried to think for a moment, and sure enough, the long-sleeved T-shirt he was wearing in reality slowly appeared on his body.
Qiu Wuji glanced at it disdainfully, then suddenly reached out and beckoned.
The disciple guarding the sect's daily necessities warehouse suddenly saw a hand fly from the direction of the main peak and snatch away a set of male disciple's clothes.
Disciple: "?"
The sect leader's voice came from the air: "I took it."
Disciple: "Oh..." Why would the sect leader take men's clothing?
Could it be that the sect leader is going to disguise himself as a man to conduct a secret investigation? This story is pretty good. Just hope I don't run into any young martial arts heroes or lecherous thieves and end up with them. If I do, it'll be with me…
In the back mountains, Qiu Wuji watched expressionlessly as the lecherous thief changed into his disciple's robes right in front of her.
"Grow your hair longer, tie it up," she said.
"Oh…" Chu Ge imagined a hairstyle from a fantasy drama and changed it.
Qiu Wuji's eyes lit up slightly, but she kept a straight face: "What are you doing here?"
"Well, you went to driving lessons, and I was bored, so I tried to see if I could create a clone of you to play around…"
"I haven't started learning yet. I'm having tea and chatting with the instructor, building rapport. The instructor needs to gather a whole carload of people before he starts teaching." After they each finished speaking, the atmosphere fell silent again.
Both of them felt something was off… They were dressed in ancient costumes from a fantasy world, yet talking about driving lessons, and their tone was surprisingly modern.
And… their appearances were strange too.
Qiu Wuji had just emerged from her bath, dressed in a thin gauze robe, her cheeks flushed, and a faint mist still lingered around her—a subtle, alluring scent more captivating than any modern erotic allure.
Yet, her expression was aloof, her demeanor stern, devoid of the charming naivety of her modern self. Here, her situation, identity, strength, perspective, and mindset were entirely different… and she couldn't simply change them.
So it was a situation where… she seemed genuinely happy to see him, yet her face held a haughty expression, as if she were utterly disgusted.
If it were Qiu Qiu over there, she would probably be saying, "Chu Ge, Chu Ge, I'll take you to eat something delicious…"
Suddenly, Chu Ge had a strange thought: despite not having a split personality, it felt almost like she was in a relationship with two different people…
Simply because of the changed timeline.
Similarly, Qiu Wuji, looking at Chu Ge in this different timeline, felt a very strange unease.
He had grown his hair long, tied it up, and stood obediently before me in the attire of a low-level novice disciple… His feet were no longer adorned with the Hongxing Erke boots, but with cloud-climbing shoes; his belt was no longer a leather one, but a cloth sash.
No longer the haphazardly staged cosplay outfit, he was now a genuine, completely ancient nobleman.
His posture truly resembled that of a newly accepted disciple who had accidentally stumbled upon the sect leader bathing and was being reprimanded.
Thus, he wasn't the gentle guide of Chu Ge from the familiar world of the present, but had arrived in a completely new place, unfamiliar with every blade of grass, every skill, and every technique—a complete novice who needed to be guided by him.
Even though this world was one he had created.
Qiu Wuji heard his own voice, clear and ethereal, like a dream: "You...would you be willing to become my disciple?" Chu Ge almost burst out laughing, but seeing the expectant expression in Qiu Wuji's clear eyes, he finally held back and bowed earnestly: "Disciple Chu Ge greets Master." Qiu Wuji nodded slightly, turned, and walked away: "Follow me." In Zhu Mengmeng's teahouse, Zhu Mengmeng and the driving school instructor looked at Qiu Wuji strangely. This girl had been acting like a fool since earlier, holding a small teacup and turning it around without drinking, her face flushed, her eyes almost dripping with lust.
The world changes, a dream of intertwined time and space! I'm off with my little disciple, who wants to drink tea with you!
She slowly walked through the mountains, the light gauze along the way transforming into a tapestry of clouds and rainbows, the sect leader's robes solemn and majestic.
Chu Ge obediently followed beside him, watching, wondering if he was being a bit of a jerk. Wasn't this Qiu Qiu prettier than the one in her pajamas hugging a teddy bear?
Qiu Wuji looked straight ahead and said calmly, "Don't you think this one is prettier?"
Chu Ge: "Huh?"
"Scumbag." Yun Ni swept his gaze across him lightly.
Chu Ge bumped into a tree with a "bang," clutching his nose and grumbling, "I didn't... every Qiu Qiu is pretty!"
"Hmph." Qiu Wuji flicked his sleeve, and a gust of wind suddenly arose, instantly transporting him to another mountaintop.
In the sect's internal affairs hall, in the register-making hall, several disciples were working. Chu Ge followed Qiu Wuji inside, finding it quite interesting.
This is just the personnel department... I wrote it in great detail! The register clerk was reprimanding a disciple who had made a mistake in the hall: "Our sect has strict regulations for monthly allowances for disciples! Different ranks receive different allowances, and different duties have different subsidies. No omissions are allowed in the register! Look at what you've recorded! Others have three duties, and you've only recorded 'holding multiple positions'? We are the number one sword sect in the world, not some makeshift troupe… Eh? Sect Master! Greetings, Sect Master!"
The disciples all knelt on one knee and bowed: "Disciples greet the Sect Master!"
Qiu Wuji nodded slightly: "No need for formalities."
The clerk carefully examined the unfamiliar disciple behind Qiu Wuji whose eyes were darting around, and cautiously asked: "Sect Master, who is this…?"
"This is Chu Ge." Qiu Wuji pulled him in front and solemnly introduced him: "My first direct disciple, please register him."
"Oh, I see. Why aren't you registering him! The Sect Master's direct…" The clerk's voice suddenly paused, then abruptly rose sixteen octaves: "The… the Sect Master's direct disciple?!!" The echo reverberated through the mountains.
The disciples of the Book-Making Hall were dumbfounded. The entire Inner Affairs Hall suddenly erupted in chaos as a flood of heads poured out, staring in shock at the sect leader's direct disciple who had appeared out of nowhere.
In an instant, the sect was shaken.
Within a single day, the entire land was in an uproar.
Qiu Wuji, who had cultivated in seclusion for millennia, had taken on a disciple…
And a man at that!