CH 165

The little flame really became a little flame, sitting under the alchemy furnace with its hands folded, using its body to diligently heat up the furnace. Chu Ge sat on the side, watching with a very strange expression on his face.

How did Yan Qianli, that big demon, turn into this cute form when squatting? Suddenly, it feels so adorable? Even its unwilling and puffed-up appearance has turned into a spoiled and naughty one.

“Don’t be deceived by appearances,” Qiu Wuji reminded expressionlessly, “He is a big demon.”

Yan Qianli: “Ignor…”

“Shut up,” Qiu Wuji splashed a cup of water.

The little flame shook and cursed, “You’re the one who messed with the fire that I was refining!”

Qiu Wuji chuckled, “You are quite diligent?”

“When doing something, one must do it to the best of their abilities. That is my creed,” Yan Qianli sneered, “Speaking of controlling fire for alchemy, all the people from your Cloud Horizon Sect combined are no match for me!”

“Alright, I know you’re unrivaled in fire control. Then I’ll leave this batch of pills to you. It’ll take about an hour, not long.”

“…”

Qiu Wuji sighed and pulled Chu Ge: “Shall we talk?”

Chu Ge hesitated and looked at Yan Qianli, “Leave him here?”

“It’s pouring outside, and I didn’t say we’re going out…,” Qiu Wuji pulled Chu Ge into the room, “I’ve set up an array, he can’t come out, and I’ll know if he makes any moves.”

The little flame helplessly watched as the “dignified and renowned” Qiu Wuji pulled a man into the room, unable to comment.

I don’t want to run away at all, so you can rest assured… If the heavens don’t have the intention to erase me, I would love to observe you, this pair of unscrupulous men and women, for two days. That would be a close observation of the heavens!

But I always feel that Qiu Wuji, this malicious woman, might be up to no good… What should I do?

The tyrannical king, favoring the enchanting concubine! The little flame thought resentfully, trying hard to expand its spiritual consciousness, attempting to eavesdrop on what they were saying inside.

However, the scene inside the room was not what the little flame had imagined. Qiu Wuji and Chu Ge stood side by side in front of the window, watching the drizzling rain outside together. The rain was not as heavy as last night, and there were no more flashes of lightning and thunder. It was just the constant pitter-patter, causing restlessness in people’s hearts.

“Are you feeling a bit troubled?” Qiu Wuji spoke softly, “Your words, it seems like you were speaking to Yan Qianli, but to me, it feels more like you were trying to convince yourself.”

“Because whether intentionally or unintentionally, I am objectively influencing the fate of the characters in the book. The life and death of all living beings are in my hands, their joys and sorrows are determined by me. I feel burdened and the responsibility is too great.” Chu Ge sighed softly, “But I am not the indifferent Heavenly Dao, I am just an ordinary person, and a soft-hearted ordinary person at that. I’m afraid I won’t be able to continue writing similar plots for anyone in the future, I can’t even bring myself to kill a chicken.”

“If every storyteller had to worry about that, who would dare to write stories?” Qiu Wuji said calmly, “Do you know what I want to talk to you about?”

“Hmm?”

“What I want to say is, I hope you can separate the world of the book from reality. You are just writing a book, and for the plot within the book, you are the merciless Heavenly Dao. You should let it unfold as you wish. Only by firmly following your own ideas, will it be a magnificent and complete world, instead of being hesitant, indecisive, and losing its charm. Otherwise, it will reach a point where the establishment of the world becomes a question, and that would be the true destruction.”

Chu Ge was startled, and his palms were slightly sweaty.

Qiu Wuji gently held his hand and said softly, “From your perspective, even if you are currently writing about Qiu Wuji, if it is necessary for me to be hurt, then I must be hurt. If it is necessary for me to die, then I must die. That is the control an author has over their own plot.”

Chu Ge immediately objected, “That’s impossible! Even if I follow the plot, there’s no way I can deduce your death.”

Qiu Wuji squeezed his hand, “Then that would be ‘something that should not happen.’ What I’m telling you is that you should consider whether the plot’s direction is appropriate or not, whether it is responsible for the entire world. It’s not about your feelings for a particular person or whether you can bear it. That would be a display of feminine compassion.” She paused and looked leisurely at the rain outside the window. “There’s a poem in this world that is truly wonderful.”

Chu Ge’s intuition kicked in, “If heaven has feelings, it will grow old?”

“Yes, the Heavenly Dao has feelings. It’s truly an interesting thing,” Qiu Wuji smiled faintly. “Actually, I sympathize with Yan Qianli more than you.”

Chu Ge: “…”

“Forget whether we discussed it before or not… Essentially, I and Yan Qianli are in the same trench on this matter. Everyone wants to break free from their own fate, which is understandable. I forcibly ascended because of my urgency, and he forcibly broke through the boundaries because of his urgency. It’s difficult for everyone to maintain absolute calm in such matters, leading to a series of mistakes…”

The little flame outside fell silent, its hostility dissipating by seventy to eighty percent.

Qiu Wuji whispered, “Please, Creator God, forgive his mistake this time. I don’t want him to be erased because of this, and I also ask Creator God to take responsibility for the plot in the book. Don’t change the plot or make important characters disappear just because of external influences.”

Chu Ge turned his head to look at her profile and spoke after a long while, “Qiu Wuji, you truly are kind.”

Qiu Wuji’s face stiffened, “I’m not kind. I’m just a malicious and treacherous woman who used him to refine pills. And I even think that with his villainous setup, it would be better if he dies in the future. Such calamity should not be allowed to linger for a thousand years!”

Chu Ge chuckled speechlessly.

The little flame’s expression became even more colorful, not knowing whether to consider this person as up to no good or not. So it turns out you still want me dead, huh?

But then Chu Ge said, “Qiuqiu, after talking to you about all this, the things that have been troubling and hesitating me recently have really eased a lot. Actually, it’s not just this time, I’ve had this kind of dilemma for a long time…”

“I can tell that you’ve been conflicted all along because you are the one who is too kind,” Qiu Wuji turned to look at him and said softly, “Are you feeling better now?”

“Much better. I should just focus on writing the story and not bring outside emotions into the book,” Chu Ge whispered. “In fact, every time I have that absolute sense of overlooking and viewing all living beings as ants, my inspiration is particularly good, and my writing flows smoothly. I should have known this a long time ago. If I want you all to become real, I need to write the book authentically first. Only then can you become real. I shouldn’t be too conflicted.”

Qiu Wuji smiled faintly and said earnestly, “Do you know what this is called now?”

Chu Ge hesitated, “Um? Firm conviction?”

“No, this is called establishing the path,” Qiu Wuji said seriously. “Before, you said you wanted us to be real, you said that was your path… However, it was merely theoretical, just talk on paper. When you have seen it, experienced it, faced doubts, made choices, and your goal remains the same while your methods become clearer, that is the path.”

She paused and smiled, “Congratulations, Creator God, your heart resonates three times, and the foundation of the path is established.”

Something stirred in Chu Ge’s heart.

He closed his eyes and suddenly felt an indescribable sensation, as if a connection was formed between the world in the book and his own existence, like two worlds becoming a bridge through his spiritual realm.

Rooted in the earth with a spring welling up beneath his feet, his sea of consciousness in the center of his brow connected to the void. The bridge between heaven and earth was faintly visible, as if it were substantial. From the world of the book, myriad colors and countless musical notes were vividly present in his mind. The Heaven and Earth Technique, breaking through the limits of the human body, entered an infinite realm.

When Chu Ge opened his eyes, a glimpse of divine light flashed in his eyes, then quickly receded. In his eyes, those pupils were deep and filled with profound meaning.

He was no longer an ordinary mortal; he had embarked on the path of immortality.

“Thank you,” Chu Ge gently embraced Chu Ge and lightly kissed her forehead. “Truly my virtuous wife.”

Qiu Wuji scoffed, “Who’s your virtuous wife? You’re not qualified!”

Chu Ge put on an embarrassed expression, “Then… can I say something else?”

“Hmm?”

“Qiu~ My Qiuqiu~”

The little flame outside trembled, and sparks fell.

Qiu Wuji couldn’t help but laugh and cry, “I’ve never seen such a boring and lazy Heavenly Dao Creator God!”

“Well, that’s not the case. If you don’t believe me, take a look,” Chu Ge ran to the computer, opened the backstage, and published the pre-written new chapter of “Qiu Qiu’s Autobiography.”

In just a few minutes, the comments flooded in: “Ah, the main story is finally updated!”

Then it turned into a neat and uniform chant: “~ My Qiuqiu~”